tumblr is probably the best website because you can say things like “hey. dont cry. suck her sloppy saturday wednesday ok?” and everyone will be like yeah this expresses a coherent thought
Tumblr already has a personalization algorithm it’s called my beloved mutuals who have great taste and only wish to psychologically damage me sometimes
there is an academic text I’ve been trying to get my hands on, and I tracked down an ebook copy held by the national library, but due to legal restrictions it’s only available for viewing on a library computer on their premises. like the only way I can read this research is to go to the national central library, book a computer desk, and scroll through it on a pc monitor for hours on end.
this digital copyright shit is so stupid, it makes me SO fucking mad. it costs nobody anything to let readers access this shit from home. it’s a bunch of bits and bytes, the ebook file already exists. but publishers (and I include universities in this) are so brain rotten and craven that they will block any attempt to make information more accessible just in case there’s a chance they’d miss out on one person with a really specific research interest paying them like £17 to look at a word document in a more comfortable chair.
want to get even madder? the library only has ‘one copy’ of this ebook. we have this infinitely reproducible data resource but only one person is allowed to go and sit in a computer lab and scroll through it at a time!!! if you want to rent access from elsewhere, that’ll be £17-30 depending on the gateway site. Want to buy a copy of the book? tough shit idiot. it’s a niche academic text that’s out of print, it’s going to cost you upward of £70.
want to become the joker? it’s a book about how the printing press fueled an explosion in accessible literature during the french revolution.
many of you weren’t on the internet in the days before voice chat, before youtube, and don’t know what it was like to hear someone roll the dice on pronouncing ‘meme’ out loud in real life. I heard mem. I heard mee-mee. I heard maim. I heard may-may. you weren’t there you don’t understand.
I hate correcting customers who call me ma'am and miss and honey over the phone, because only about 30 percent of the time do they apologize and start calling me sir, while 70 percent of the time they double down assuming I was trans and continue misgendering me on purpose to show how little respect they have for me as a human being. “Thank you, MISS.”
I’m a cis man, for the record.
Whenever I correct someone and they keep it up, I simply refuse service. “Oh, I’m sorry, we’re completeley booked up the day you wanted. Yeah, no, we’re booked up on your backup dates too. Looks like our next opening isn’t until, hmm, mid-November. Oh, but it doesn’t have enough beds for your party. We could probably fit you in around New Years, but you’d have to change rooms every day. You might wanna try [more expensive motel] a few blocks north of us, they might have vacancies. Have a good day.”
I’ve been able to dodge what few complaints we’ve gotten so far because they all tell my boss that they just spoke to a very nasty woman, and she has no idea who they’re talking about. “You must have dialed the wrong number, because I’m the only woman here, and I didn’t talk to you.” That PISSES THEM OFF, and she doesn’t understand why they respond with “well we’ve been staying there for years, but we’re never coming back.” They think she’s protecting me, an afab trans man, and are disgusted by it, but from her perspective they’re just crazy people who are complaining about made up bullshit; it doesn’t even cross her mind that they’re talking about me. Why would it?
My boss is like 70 or 75, and was a Republican until 2016. It’s never come up in conversation, but something tells me she wouldn’t exactly be a trans ally. I’m in a weird position here, and it’s hilarious.
“Many species of polychaetes undergo epitoky whereby sexually immature worms transform into pelagic morphs capable of sexual reproduction. After fertilization, they release their gametes through rapid disintegration.”
worms are out here having insane sex we can’t even comprehend
“what do they mean by disintegrate?” “oh yeah no he fucking disintegrated”
