May Sarton, from "The Autumn Sonnets", Selected Poems

While the Onion buying InfoWars is indeed extremely funny, very few of the posts I've seen commenting on the sale have mentioned that the families of the Sandy Hook victims apparently agreed to voluntarily reduce their lawsuit payout as part of a deal to ensure that the Onion would acquire InfoWars wholesale, rather than having the company broken up and auctioned off piecemeal, as the latter course could potentially have allowed some of those pieces to end up back in the hands of Alex Jones' cronies.

Like, yes, it is in fact very funny that InfoWars is now a wholly owned subsidiary of the Onion, but the real props go out to the Sandy Hook families who saw the opportunity and willingly gave up the additional millions of dollars that could have been realised by stripping InfoWars for parts in order to make that happen.

(EDIT: Fixed a sentence incorrectly suggesting that Clickhole is still affiliated with the Onion – it totally slipped my mind that they'd sold it back in 2020.)

We got one very hilarious win

Some of my favorite posts on r/BenignExperience from the past week

Thanks to the tumblr post that made me aware of this subreddit. It makes me smile.

just overheard my wife spelling something on the phone and i shit you not saying the words “E as in Eeyore” i am on my hands and knees wailing screaming crying pleading and begging people to learn the NATO phonetic alphabet

like the reason this exists is because none of the words sound like each other, which means that even with a terrible signal both parties should be able to clearly understand the words being spelled

i am dead serious that i believe this should be taught in school

*slowly reaches for the popcorn*

hey this week is monumentally awful so you should reblog and tell me in ur tags if ur pets like being picked up or not for me

the fact that we only know the year faramir died and not when eowyn did haunts me man. im haunted! who died first do you think. which one of them was left behind to mourn yet another loved one. faramir has more dunedain heritage, implying he will probably live longer but hes also already older than eowyn so it might have cancelled out. i need them to have simultaneous heart attacks for my own good.

Faramir lived to 120 and Eomer lived to his 90s. There's a 12 year age gap between Faramir and Eowyn, so for them to die in the same year, Eowyn would have needed to live to 108.

I doubt Eowyn lived as long as that, but considering Eomer's longevity (both of them had Numenorean blood from their grandmother, who Eowyn in particular took after) and the fact that women tend to live longer than men, I imagine Eowyn died in her mid to late nineties. It's not impossible she even lived to see a hundred. Faramir almost definitely outlived her, but hopefully only for a few years.

#this is making me all kinds of unwell #eowyn was for once not the one having to stay behind. she was the one getting cared for by people that love her.

Definitely think this was to her preference. I think she was always glad that between Faramir being twelve years her older, and her having some Numenorean blood, they'd be able to live their lives together, while also ensuring that Faramir would in all probability to outlive her, sparing her having to be left behind by him (and having to care for him and watch him decline as she had watched her uncle do).

If we're doing headcanons, I imagine that in her final days, when she was bedbound, she had a lot of dreams of Rohan, and her youth, and of herself and Eomer and even Theodred, that she smelt the plains and the horses, and that before she died she heard Eomer and Theodred and Theodwyn and Eomund and Theoden calling her.

beloved mutual you cant be doing this to me. her being called home by everyone shes lost...smelling the plains oh man

There are so many different shades of white light bulbs, I am so overwhelmed walking down the light bulb aisle, and then I'm never happy with the one I choose, no matter which one I choose, I get it home and I put it in and I'm like, ugh, I don't like THAT white

Color temperature range charts may be useful when going to try the next option (i kept a list of "nopes" in my wallet until i discovered I want shaded reading lamps, bathroom and kitchen lights all between 3800-4200 and everywhere else not above 3200 nor below 2800. YMMV, I enjoy warmer tone colors but not too warm or I'll get sleepy/depressed).

Different temp-colors for different areas/tasks.

Omg but this is so helpful, I am so glad I am not the only person just completely bewildered by how many different tones are being labeled with a single word! This will help me so much!!!! Thank you!!!!

Has anyone ever actually finished a stick of lip balm or do they just despawn after a certain amount of time

You can replace [ACTIVITY YOU ENJOY] with [SCROLLING] but watch out. This sucks bad 👍

Some things about this post since getting quite a few notes:

1. If you see this post, highly recommend taking it as an opportunity to set a timer for 15 minutes and switch over to ACTIVITY YOU ENJOY. if after those 15 minutes, you want to go back to scrolling, that's okay!

2. Huge shout out to this popping up in my notifs often, bc I do go back to activity.

3. I think there are times where scrolling is fine. Right now, for example, I'm being connected to a machine for two hours to donate plasma and platelets. Yes this is a brag but it is also a time where scrolling is one of the few things I can do. (Though I will probably also read or watch something on phone lol)

THE WAY SHE POSED AFTERWARDS HFKFBDK

My artistic rendition:

You can see someone else also using the devices' second seat, and I think that's so cool. Mobility devices help everyone, here other employees also get a chance to sit while they're working. I just love mobility aids, man. It's like the cut curb effect

This setup is obviously so much more convenient than every alternative, gives him so much natural freedom back and is such an effective thing to rest on in general that I'm mad it hasnt always been a standard kind of everyday furniture. We're wasting so much ceiling space.

« When I think back on the year 1915, it seems to me that I still hear my friends tell me despondently: "I can't think of anything else! I can't read, I can't work, or find useful distractions (...), I only ruminate about our times, incessantly, until I'm nauseated (...). I've just had two hours of liberty—there was a time when I would have offered them to Tolstoy or Pascal. Today I read about [the war], or European colonial methods; issues that are entirely beyond my reach, but how to think of anything else?"

And perhaps we shouldn't strive to think of anything else; the point is not to turn our backs on our times, but to consider them calmly and thoughtfully. (...) It may be that the philosophy which absorbs you leaves no room for indulgence. Perhaps you feel yourself full of bitterness and rancour towards your fellow men, perhaps you have made up your mind to see in their activities nothing but greed and selfishness. (...) Do not be too eager to prove yourself right! Above everything, do not rejoice in being right in so dismal a fashion. (...) My only ambition is to beg the world to look for anything which can lighten the present and future distress of mankind, to find what interests the soul in a life burdened with troubles and disillusionments, to honour more than ever the faithful and imperishable resources of our inner life. (...)

The storm rages on, the events escalate, worsen, never cease. Never have they seemed more complex, more severe, more demanding. More dangerous. Wherever we turn, an opinion holds up its head and vehemently solicits our belief. (...) Our convictions, our certainties, are at each other's throats. (...) Yet mankind, even in these terrible hours, is only seeking happiness. Men have set off to conquer happiness, clutching in their hands the tools which will forever destroy it. (...) The wrong direction the world has taken is so obvious, so cruel, so vast (...)

Regardless, I would suggest not to lose hope—so long as a single wallflower still opens, in April, over the ruins of the world. Like algae, like mosses, like these laborious lichens which attach to the very ruins their infinite need for happiness, we will find joy in our present affliction and we will grow it, like a wind-battered plant in the parched soil of a wilted world. »

— Georges Duhamel, La Possession du monde (translation mine) Written in 1917 as he worked as an army surgeon.