system reboot

can we leave all the vile people in january. i hope for only peace and whimsey these next coming months

despite it all remember that the world is kind, OK ?

One of my co-workers has a standing desk that he uses sitting down. It looks like this

Yeah

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just learned about farming simulator

I mean, I already knew about it, but I just learned about it

Did you know that the target audience for Farming Simulator is actual real-world farmers? Because I didn’t. I just assumed that farmers probably don’t want to go home from a day of farming to do some (presumably highly inaccurate) virtual farming?

Like, imagine if the target audience for Power Washing Simulator was actual professional power washers.

Farming Sim gets sponsored by companies and shit to put ads in their games. But since the game is for farmers, all of the ads target farmers. Advertising products that, realistically, only farmers would be interested in. Aka John Deere tractors and shit.

There’s a fucking farming sim esports league. Where do they play? Agriculture conventions. not gaming conventions. agriculture conventions.

post cancelled this is way funnier

My buddy who is a farmer has the type of planter that drives itself across the field using GPS at a steady speed, and he just needs to turn it around at the end of each row. He added a little folding desk to his chair and plays farming simulator on it while he plants.

okay playing farming simulator while farming is crazy

cis people will say “I found out I’m having a baby girl at my anatomy scan and I’m experiencing gender disappointment” but be mad when you say “who knows? maybe you’ll end up with a son anyway”

they found this post and they’re very very in their feelings about it

Cis people will basically just sag “I’m sexist” and you say “maybe you don’t have to be” and they say “well now I’m gonna be transphobic too”

So fun

So I was mega rural and my school never had more than a hundred kids, all aged from preschool to high school aged. And let me tell you that there isn’t anything little kids like more than full contact violent sport with full grown teenagers and/or adults.

There would be this game we’d play until it got banned then a few months later we’d change the name and start playing the same game until the teachers finally noticed and it was banned again.

You’d line all the kids up against the school building, mixed ages so between six and sixteen, decide on an end point, one kid would be “it” and their job was to tackle another kid to the ground while everybody else tried to run to the other side. If anybody got tacked to the ground they were then also it, and the number of people you’d have to run past would get larger and larger until every kid playing had been tackled at some point.

While you’d usually start with a high schooler being it, it was never the biggest most athletic highschool kid. Not the jock, or what we had which passed doe a jock which was just Ben. It wouldn’t be much fun if you started with the fastest and strongest kid. Nobody would stand a chance.

The first person also never goes straight for the little kids. That wouldn’t be fun either. You’d tackle a few kids your own size to the ground. A few of the brave would try to get Ben but you’d always fail.

The you gotta get the little kids. The tactic is simple. A bigger highschool kid would pick them up, flip them over, and place them (relatively) gently on their backs and the go hunt more kids.

And then comes the best part. A gaggle of tiny kids all with ceaseless determination and zero fear of man or gods would all put their tiny little bodies to the sole persuit of bringing down the largest highschool kid there was. And while Ben had no issues pushing to to the ground anyone vaguely his own age, he could not harm a small child. His only options was to be faster. And to run away. Individually their grip strength was weak and his legs were strong. One small child he would just step to the side and get away from. Two small children and he had to be a bit careful where he stepped but he was only slowed and not stopped. But eight. Nine. Ten small children. It was like watching a pack of wolves bring down a full sized elk. If in this case the elk was concerned about not hurting the wolves. It was amazing. They only had to slow him enough to get enough tiny hands on him and down he’d go. These tiny children were always the only ones who could ever succeed.

I never played but damn no spectator sport has ever been as good.

train plushys that are long and serpentine like a whole multiple unit u know?

drapes a to-scale mile long freight train around your shoulders like a very long scarf

well you're in luck

@amtrak-official

I may actually need these now

@sagasolejma you can make them into a long plushie train 🥺

OH MY GOD

Apollo after he found out what Hermes did to his cattles

another silly thing made in class the second pic is the inspo i saw on pinterest

pengoui painting from march

Honestly I miss the energy Tumblr had when the first Pacfic Rim movie came out. Everybody was talking about who they were drift compatible with and that was like a huge compliment. Ppl were drawing Kaijus, and Jaegers, naming ‘em. It was a better time

The image won’t load but god I hope it’s Robopope, The Robot Pope.

Focusing on what’s rooted in reality has reduced so much of my overthinking time. If a friend is already out of my life, there’s no point dissecting our interactions from back when we were friends. If I already broke up w someone, there’s no point thinking about the could-have-beens because they will never happen. If I’m into someone but it wouldn’t work for whatever reason, then it just doesn’t. Something just is or just isn’t. There’s a lesson to take from everything but I also don’t want to use that as a catch-all excuse of getting into the weeds for something when the weeds have already been cut off and it doesn’t even matter anymore

“But what if I did x differently—” but you didn’t “but what if that one thing was different” but it isn’t “but what if y suddenly changes” if it hasn’t for long enough that it has become a problem, then it won’t. The worst we can do for ourselves. Like the actual single worst thing. Is to live in hypotheticals of situations we can never change. And I understand being attached to a concept but it doesn't matter. If something’s gone it just is. If something can’t work out it just can’t. That’s okay

rudolph the red nosed reindeer

estrogen will not turn you into a cute anime girl but it will turn you into some random girl you'd find on the train or at the store

to my mutuals

In 1946, a fourteen-year-old Elizabeth Taylor wrote and illustrated NIBBLES AND ME, a book about her pet chipmunk. (He came her way during production of COURAGE OF LASSIE.) The book must have meant something to her, as she renewed the copyright in 1974 and re-published the book in 2002, with additional drawings and an introduction. These images are from the original 1946 publication.

Regarding her childhood, Taylor would later remark that “the child in me was suppressed. It worked, it was paid, it was on the screen, but it was not me”.

(via 秋田犬・豆柴 薩摩日登美犬舎)

Every few steps she looks back to check on her little kitty cat 🐈🥺