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my friend just told me that there's a secret second dashboard that solely contains posts from people you've turned on post notifications for, and when i click the link in the messages it opens it within the tumblr app, so the tumblr app also has a secret second dashboard for post notification blogs, and the only way to access it is to open the link for it within the app.

i literally love tumblr

movies where someone hears an important message only once and retains all the details….

girl if that were me, we’d be fucked. I have to reread emails like 4 times.

if it were me having to repeat my dead father’s instructions on destroying the death star:

I was in a college psych class, and the teacher was doing some kind of exercise about memory, patterns, and retention. He began with, “for instance, if I asked you what number the first letter of your name is in the alphabet, you wouldn’t be able to tell me right aw–” “Ten,” I said. “What?” “J. J is ten,” I said again. He stared at me. “I happened to learn it while looking at the alphabet when I was five or six, and it just stayed in my brain,” I told him. Then we did an exercise on retention. “I’m going to tell you a story,” he said, “and then I’m going to send you out of the room for five minutes, and when you come back, you have to repeat as much of the story back to me as possible.” He told me a long and meandering story with no plot or structure, just a random series of events, place names, actions, etc. Then he sent me out of the room. I looked at the wall for a while. He called me back in five minutes later, stood me up in front of the class, and asked me to repeat “just as much of the story as you remember.” Apparently while I’d been gone he’d been telling the class about how eyewitness accounts aren’t reliable because people don’t remember things well after a certain period of time. So I told his story back to him– not verbatim, but certain phrases were exact– and watched the consternation in his face as I accidentally blew up his (valid! and extensively studied!) lesson about how bad people’s retention is. “It’s like a song,” I tried to explain to him, and the class. “Or a poem. Every part of the story has a little tag to remember it. I looked at the chalkboard while you were saying this part. My leg itched while you were saying that part. A chair squeaked during the next part. Then I just have to come back and go over all the sensations that I had while you were” “Sit down,” he said. I sat. Turns out I’m Autisms Georg adn should not have been counted

ADHD version: A friend asked, on a field trip, why I knew the scientific name for Caltha palustris, “Well, we did that [one week long] field ID course [three years previously] and we saw it in one of the bogs”.

This, I was informed, is very much not a normal reason to remember the scientific name of a plant for the rest of your life.

It took me five whole years to learn when my partner’s birthday is.

I can remember specific details about games I played over two decades ago that I have not played since.

I once forgot it was my birthday. On my birthday. And when my sister (Who lived several hours away) jumped out of hiding and yelled happy birthday, I looked around to see who she was talking to.

I hated having to take a second language in school, and more so I hated the options the school had available; German, Latin, French, and Spanish. (I would later find American Sign Language clicked well) I took Spanish because my older sister did and that meant I’d have help if I needed it. I cheated on most of my tests though as if I needed to remember phrases I would just Draw on the paper something. Often unrelated. I couldn’t read the phrase but I knew the answer associated with it and with key words matched the drawing, and because I doodled all over everything in school including assignments it wasn’t suspicious that I had drawings and doodles in range of my sight.

I don’t remember my left and right naturally, as any time I need it I immediately remember my third grade teacher smacking the chalk board with each hand; “LEFT! RIGHT!” and the sound of the smack because the chalk was in one of his hands so one hand made a ‘tick’ on impact while the other didn’t

I only remember which hand is my left and which is my right because we watched an educational show in first grade and I distinctly remember the man speaking in an accent as he said “which hand makes the letter ‘L’?”

Naturally, sometimes I forget which way the letter L is supposed to be facing.

This is despite the fact that my last name begins with the letter L.

This is despite the

fact that my last name begins

with the letter L.

Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.

I once had to order some stuff for my lab and went to put my name on the form and wrote “Derin Edala”. Simple slip, understandable, I spend a lot of time online; I erased it and went to write my –

I couldn’t remember my government name.

To complete the form I just wrote the names of everyone who worked in my laboratory until I got to the one that I recognised as mine.

Hey Derin wtf

Oh so this is not a safe space suddenly

I can’t tell left from right until I remember sword training. My friend will say, “Shield side!” and I go “OH! YEAH! LEFT!” As opposed to Sword Side which is Right.

My “stereotypical autism savant party trick” is music and lyrics, and I guess my Dad’s brain (dyslexic) works the same way, because he wrote a little song to teach us our phone number when we were kids and so as a preschooler I could rattle off my phone number. Very useful.

Baba Yaga Fury Road

...And here it comes again.

This thing is getting to be an Always Reblog...

hadestown yet again making insane decisions with its cast recording releases

what do you mean no epic i or ii. what do you mean no hey little songbird. what do you MEAN no our lady of the underground????

what the fuck is the marketing budget for wicked anyway. why am i seeing elphaba and glinda themed robinsons squash.

are you fucking kidding me

hey reminder btw bc I'm already starting to see this I know we're all emotional and all

but do not discuss legally actionable things on tumblr

not " in minecraft" , not via slang, not Just Joking, not at all

absolutely plan what you're gonna plan but either (ideally) don't do it online or , if you must, use MUCH more secure means

something something summary line, just practice basic internet safety . in minecraft.

A reminder from the National Lawyers Guild:

How does it feel to ask for a drink and instead you get a whole artistic experience.

Things going well is pretty nice and all but by god does it decimate your excuses. You'll be sleepy at work and be like "by god, I'm not even besieged by the horrors currently. I just need to go to bed earlier."

Francisco Goya - Boy Staring at an Apparition, (1824–25)

Orange sky at morning, sailor take warning. Orange sky at night, sailor’s delight. Orange sky in middle of day, “what the fuck” sailor say.

I hate hate HATE all those 2edgy 4me theories about kids shows. Like Angelica dreaming up the rugrats, or the ed, edd, and eddy children being ghosts, or literally anything that takes a lighthearted and fun kids show and has to turn it into some tragic take of rape or murder or misinformed mental illness. So you know what? From now on I’m gonna do the exact opposite. Every cool grim-dark show is now because of a bunch of children. To get us started: Game of Thrones: A middle-school DnD campaign with the most angry, vindictive DM who has promised to kill everyone’s player characters (and their family) by the end.

The Walking Dead is actually a bunch of kids playing zombie apocalypse in their neighborhood and every time someone “dies,” it’s because their parents called them home for supper.

Breaking Bad is actually just a fanfic the students in Mr. White’s class write about him because no one has any idea what he does with his free time and the running jokes about it got wildly out of hand.

I absolutely love all of these takes

yes

No, sorry, I run a middle school D&D game. The DM is not the one killing the characters. They are actively trying to get each other killed while at the same time trying to achieve the most epic death of their own character. Except for the one kid who genuinely cares about story. Unfortunately he rolls a ridiculous number of nat 1s and so all of his characters die in the most stupid ways despite making otherwise good choices.

Seriously, it kills me when I see people hold scientists up as pinnacles of logic and reason.

Because one time the professor I was interning for got punched in the face by another professor, because mine got the funding, and told the other professor his theory was stupid.

This same professor told me to throw rocks to scare the “stupid fucking crabs” into moving so we could count them properly.

SCIENCE

thank you

this is one of the best comments this post has recieved

I have witnessed:

Two professors hiding around a corner and snickering, “Shhh, here she comes!” While a female professor approached and, when she finally found them, she proceeded to scream while pointing from one to the other, “You! I called your office but you weren’t there! So I tried to call YOUR office to figure out where HE was but YOU weren’t there!”

Two grad students standing outside a closed and locked door yelling, “Come out of the damn office. You haven’t left for days. If you didn’t have a couch in there I’d be concerned as to where you were sleeping!”

A religious studies professor apologizing for being late to class because, “security stopped me because I’m dressed like a hobbit”

Watched a professor snort the results of my experiment to determine if I had the right final compound.

Two archeology professors toss priceless fossilized teeth back and forth in an attempt to figure out who is smarter by “guessing the type of tooth and species of animal before it lands”

Multiple fully degreed individuals throw dry ice at one another in an attempt to be first to use the lab/get that piece of equipment/or change the iPod song.

A genetics professor build furniture out of stacks of paper and planks of wood because she is that far behind in grading papers/responding. One of the impromptu furniture pieces housed a fish tank.

I could go on but I think that covers the larger portion of the insanity…

Every time it comes around on my dash, it gets better.

- I have had a professor buy a huge fuckoff bottle of rum during fieldwork in Costa Rica and let the undergrads get wasted because “you’re not underage in Costa Rica and we’ll be up all night with the bats anyway!”

- Same professor hung a bat from her headlamp and wore it as a decoration for an entire night. 

- A whole swarm of older women - and these are women with PhDs and world-renown bat experts, the bigwigs - all, to a woman, go to the formal charity dinner at an international research symposium in Toronto in late October dressed in skimpy Batgirl costumes. Because Halloween was that weekend, you see.

- At a different conference, a professor get blackout drunk and pass out on the side of the road. 

- “Yeah, we have to say we did it properly for the grant but to be really honest, Miracle-gro works better.”

- Teaching lab: we had liquid nitrogen for a demo, and after class the professor, the other TA, and I spent a good two hours freezing and breaking things in it. 

a chemistry class begins with 30 students nine months later just six of us left sitting on tables dipping paper into contaminated chemicals to see what happens when we burn it teacher making idle suggestions while he marks our work

“go to the fume hood thing, yeah now put some potassium in chlorine” can i burn the results sir? “fuck it sure whatever its tainted anyway”

The prof I’m working for just asked me if I knew how to pick a lock, and when I responded “yes” she replied, “see, this is why I hire the former delinquents instead of the suck-ups. You’re actually useful.”

I then let her into her office.

“Security stopped me because I’m dressed like a hobbit.” I would bet anything this has happened to Dr. Medievalist.

Semi-related non-academic anecdote: The concert hall security guys tried to throw out our violone player in between performances this spring because they thought he was a homeless guy. Despite the fact that he was wearing concert black… and carrying a violone. There is no more obvious instrument.

One of my English Professors admitted that sometimes “you just have to do a soliloquy” and would phone up the main office of the department on the internal phoneline to recite a Shakespearean monologue at them. No greeting, no warning, just “To be or not to be”.

every time i read this stuff i think about how upset vulcans would be to meet earth’s greatest scientific minds

- Two professors and some TAs playing hockey and the puck was dry ice and the sicks were very expensive measuring devices.

- The phrase “Do not climb on the telescope you assholes” embroidered and hung in the observatory because of an ‘incident’.

- Geology professor has this nifty skill of being able to tell rock types by licking them.

- We managed to fit an entire student into a weather balloon once.

- Had a professor give me pointers on how to sneak into a bar.

If you're having a bad day, just remember that it's going to be winter soon and imagine what will happen to all the Cybertrucks ❤️

Salt-rusted unprotected steel panels... Meltwater getting into poorly constructed and poorly isolated electronics... Stuck in snowdrifts that a real truck would have been able to deal with... Oh, those are indeed happy images. Yes indeed...

It's winter in the US is anything happening to all the cybertrucks

No snow here yet. Lots of Cybertrucks in my area, so I’ll keep an eye out.

Keep us updated I am so curious to see how they handle Normal Weather

There should be Cybertruck Winter, like Fat Bear Week. Where we see which cybertrucks fall first and which ones make it to the end in usable condition.

Dispatch from the far northern hemisphere and have witnessed a Cybertruck in the winter wilds.

We're early enough into the snow season in that the damage isn't obvious. My guess is that exposure to road salts are really going to destroy these ambulatory dumpsters, but we won't start to see that until spring. Road salt is difficult to impossible to get off in a regular car wash, and we know that Cybertruck can't handle even that.

On the one I saw, any metallic shine that the Cybertruck had was completely lost in a combination of cold winter temps, light street grunge, and lower ambient sunlight. It was the same color as my friend's early 2000s silver pickup truck. One of the big draws, imo, is that stainless steel panelling and to see it turn into the same shade of grey as one of the most popular truck colors twenty years ago would be disappointing to me. It's not special anymore.

Local Cybertruck enthusiasts who are salty dogs at winter driving have started vinyl wrapping their automotive basket cases. The trend seems to be to go from the door windows down, which gives them a beach cooler vibe that is similarly underwhelming.

They’re already having issues! The head lights are sunken in for some reason. This means there is a shelf to hold snow in front of the lights and block them.

Now, every car has to have the snow cleared off the headlights before you drive, but this is way worse. That shelf collects snow as you drive. People have to pull over and clear the snow off mid-drive because they lose their headlights.

WHY ARE THEY BUILT THAT WAY

Had a doc appt (just my yearly checkup) a couple days ago and I asked her about checking to see if my measles vaccine from when I was a kid was still good, since I’d heard it could lose effectiveness over time. She nodded and had a lab done and turned out I was NOT still immune to measles, so got my booster today.

Get your vaccines, folks!

“I have a question about a vaccine,” I say, and the look of ‘god fuckin dammnit not again’ that flashed across this poor doctor’s face, followed by abject relief when I said “I’ve heard that the measles vaccine can lose effectiveness over time and I’d like to make sure mine is still good.” says everything really. 

“Oh thank god,” she literally said. “Yes of course. That’s true, and we can do a blood test and see. If you don’t still have antibodies we can get you a booster scheduled.” 

“That question goes poorly a lot, doesn’t it,” I say. 

“You have no idea.”

Note: In some cases, you may not even need to do the blood test in order to get the measles booster. I walked into my local CVS pharmacy and said, “I was born in [YEAR] and I have no idea whether I got the single-shot or two-shot series. My coworkers keep having babies, tho. Can I have the measles booster?”

And the pharmacist said, “YES YOU MAY, THAT WILL BE ZERO DOLLARS AND THANK YOU”

More info here: https://www.cdc.gov/measles/about/faqs.html

“If you’re unsure whether you’re immune to measles, you should first try to find your vaccination records or documentation of measles immunity. If you do not have written documentation of measles immunity, you should get vaccinated with measles-mumps-rubella (MMR) vaccine. There is no harm in getting another dose of MMR vaccine if you may already be immune to measles (or mumps or rubella).“

(p.s. Please also get your tetanus booster every 10 years, it also contains the whooping cough vaccine so if you are ever in the vicinity of babies, please make sure your Tdap is up to date)

(p.s.s. I’m sorry, I’m a public health professional, I can’t help it)

When my doctor sister was pregnant, she was like “Ya’ll have to get your MMR and Tdap boosters before hanging out with my baby, non-negotiable” and I couldn’t agree more. Get a tiny needle stick, and prevent some babies from getting seriously ill or dead, ffs.

Even if you’ve been getting your booster shots, take a moment to make sure it was the TDAP and not just tetanus! For a while there, people were getting tetanus boosters with no pertussis (whooping cough). My hometown’s had several outbreaks of whooping cough in the past six months.

Not just the babies - get it for those of us who are allergic to the shot! I can have tetanus but getting the pertussis vaccine made my leg swell up like a sausage the one time I had it, and I haven’t had a vaccine for it since. 

You know what, despite the horrors, at least there's still butches.