dragons, fishkeeping, social justice, fandoms, and abject nonsense. tumblr staff tried to murder me over a tag urself meme.
a really fucked up thing you begin to notice as you work through unlearning the normalisation of parental violence against children is how much abusers love to skip the step of defending their actions by just defining themselves out of the concept of abuse.
“it’s not abuse because I’m his father.” “it’s not abuse because he’s bigger than me.” “it’s not abuse because we’re both women.” sometimes it’s said explicitly, sometimes it’s just hanging in the background, but it’s all the same shit.
that post is six years old now. that partner and I got married in 2018, and I’m sorry to say we’re now in the midst of getting divorced.
we’ve been through an unimaginable level of bullshit over the last few years - both of us have actually, separately, been victims of crimes and acquired multiple new disabilities, among other daily horrors. and as our mental health got more and more fucked, the increasingly traumatised and reactive versions of us just didn’t work together anymore. there’s a lot of sadness, regret, bitterness, and anger on both sides.
but I still care for them very much, and I will still dump a giant pot of spaghetti sauce on the head of anyone who misgenders them.
I think everyone would benefit from giving laughter more freely. Let yourself be easily amused. Laugh with your whole body. Throw your head back and shriek and cackle and snicker. Get Silly. Find humor wherever you can, even in embarrassing or unfortunate situations. Especially in embarrassing or unfortunate situations. Laugh at yourself. Everything is stupid and ridiculous so why not have a good time about it.
Listen. Listen.
There is nothing recent about me liking clowns.
Did you just?? Share your own baby picture to prove a point???
Like, MAD respect but observing this is giving me shrimp emotions. Itâs like psychological doxxing. âHow dare you not make fun of me the right way, let me help you. With my own baby photos.â
For reals, it doesnât even have to be a whole cat.
âŚThat sounded wrong.
Anyway, I have a neighbor who rescued a frostbitten, bedraggled little kitten with a badly injured leg, he had to have some amputations done at the vetâs and though Admiral Nelson has some battle scars, heâs the dearest, cuddliest tri-pawâd, one-eyed, half-tailed thing ever, and sure enough, the judges considered him Best in Class for his personality and demeanor. He didnât just get a ribbon, but a little medal and he did so well at the cat show, thatâs how come my neighbor decided to get him formally certified as a therapy cat. Now he has a little vest, and alternately a sort of navy uniform one with a pinned-up sleeve, and when humans are dealing with orthopedic surgery, amputations, even just being unwell in general at a rehabilitation facility where my neighbor works, they sometimes get to spend time with him and often feel quite a bit better.
There was an awkwardness when a nurse had a tuna salad sandwich at the charge desk, the Admiral decided to leave his sleeping patient and go inquire if a deserving cat might have a quick bite between watches, a different patient spotted him in his naval uniform and was worried her medication was causing hallucinations, but apart from that, the little guy does awfully good work and is a popular fellow.
this. what does this mean?? â24 HR scientific servicesâ?? what services? is he just for hire? is he a scientist for hire? what in the world do people hire their local disgraced nuclear physicist to do??
something something the symmetry of horror and seeing yourself in the abyss reflected
always hilarious to be reminded that there are somehow terfs on tumblr. like how did you get here? are you lost? do you need a link to twitter or a map to your nearest Pizza Express?
A short circuit being an unexpected jump of electricity that bypasses its intended route, a long circuit is just the opposite- An unexpected detour of electricity that takes longer to make it to its intended destination.
To qualify as a long circuit, the electrical impulse must still arrive and complete its journey, but must in the process be delayed by an alternative route to the circuit as designed, usually involving departure and then reintegration into the original circuit. A common example is when a person or animal touches an active circuit, shocks themself, and recoils in pain or dies while the circuit goes about its business and functions normally, albeit with a slight delay.
The longest circuit recorded happened in late 1968 during the launch of the Apollo 8 mission. A predecessor to the moon landing, Apollo 8 orbited the moon before returning to Earth. It was crewed by three men, or so NASA thought. But in fact they had a stowaway.
NASA used to employ hundreds of safety and monitoring measures on every mission, owing to the importance, expense and danger of their activities. One such measure was a circuit that connected one fin of the Saturn V rocket to the gantry, assuring engineers that the rocket was in place on the launch pad. Once launched, the circuit would be broken and the location diode in Launch Command would turn on. However, with Apollo 8, the final circuit impulse before launch happened just as the rocket lifted off, meaning the circuit was never completed, and the rocket didn’t log as having been launched.
This was no problem of course, the launch went well and anyone could plainly see that the rocket had gone up. But nonetheless, no diode activated. The electrical impulse was, of course, stuck in the Saturn V. As each section of the launch vehicle was jettisoned, the impulse stayed as close to the safety of the crew module as it could. The circuit thus unintentionally extended, for a few days, all the way to the moon, several orbits thereof, and a return to Earth where it landed with the splashdown of the crew, transited the ocean and made its way back to launch command.
So it was that the launch diode finally lit up one week and half a billion miles later, making it the longest circuit ever, at least until I tried to render a video in Premiere this morning and it’s still fucking processing.
when you accidentally knock something off your desk thatâs just the 80% of your DNA thatâs an aggravating dumbass housecat showing itself
