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Random linguistic worldbuilding: A language with six sets of pronouns, which are set by one's current state of existence. There's a separate pronoun for people who are alive, people who are dead, and potential future people who are yet to be born, and the ambiguous ones of "may or may not be alive or aleady dead", "may or may not have even been born yet", and the ultimate general/ambiguous all-covering one that covers all ambiguous states.

The culture has a specific defined term for that tragic span of time when a widow keeps accidentally referring to their spouse with living pronouns. New parents-to-be dropping the happy surprise news of a pregnancy by referring to their future child with the "is yet to be born" pronoun instead of a more ambiguous one and waiting for the "wait what did you just say?" reactions.

Someone jokingly referring to themselves with the dead person pronouns just to highlight how horrible their current hangover is. A notorious aspiring ladies' man who keeps trying to pursue women in their 20s despite of approaching middle age fails to notice the insult when someone asks him when he's planning to get married, and uses the pronoun that implies that his ideal future bride may not even be born yet.

A mother whose young adult child just moved away from home for the first time, who continues to dramatically refer to their child with "may or may not be already dead" until the aforementioned child replies to her on facebook like "ma stop telling people I'm dead" and having her respond with "well how could I possibly know that when you don't even write to us? >:,C"

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Random linguistic worldbuilding: A language with six sets of pronouns, which are set by one's current state of existence. There's a separate pronoun for people who are alive, people who are dead, and potential future people who are yet to be born, and the ambiguous ones of "may or may not be alive or aleady dead", "may or may not have even been born yet", and the ultimate general/ambiguous all-covering one that covers all ambiguous states.

The culture has a specific defined term for that tragic span of time when a widow keeps accidentally referring to their spouse with living pronouns. New parents-to-be dropping the happy surprise news of a pregnancy by referring to their future child with the "is yet to be born" pronoun instead of a more ambiguous one and waiting for the "wait what did you just say?" reactions.

Someone jokingly referring to themselves with the dead person pronouns just to highlight how horrible their current hangover is. A notorious aspiring ladies' man who keeps trying to pursue women in their 20s despite of approaching middle age fails to notice the insult when someone asks him when he's planning to get married, and uses the pronoun that implies that his ideal future bride may not even be born yet.

A mother whose young adult child just moved away from home for the first time, who continues to dramatically refer to their child with "may or may not be already dead" until the aforementioned child replies to her on facebook like "ma stop telling people I'm dead" and having her respond with "well how could I possibly know that when you don't even write to us? >:,C"

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stumbled across some of my printer opinions that i don't recall writing but am correct about

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This like when the costco founder said he'd kill the cfo if he tried to raise the price of the hot dog

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Cute birds appreciation post

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Diet companies won’t tell you this but starving yourself is a lot worse for your health than overeating

This post is explicitly about being ok with being fat. If you feel like you have to eat less than your body tells you it needs to be skinny, please just be ok with being fat.

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I love this lamp because it's like, oh a nice little piece for an end table :)

WRONG!!!

for the low low price of £6000, you too can have a life-sized horse statue with a lamp on its head within your house, eternally judging you with its onyx gaze

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no i don't want to use your ai assistant. no i don't want your ai search results. no i don't want your ai summary of reviews. no i don't want your ai feature in my social media search bar (???). no i don't want ai to do my work for me in adobe. no i don't want ai to write my paper. no i don't want ai to make my art. no i don't want ai to edit my pictures. no i don't want ai to learn my shopping habits. no i don't want ai to analyze my data. i don't want it i don't want it i don't want it i don't fucking want it i am going to go feral and eat my own teeth stop itttt

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I have come up with a better metaphor than “you can’t pour from an empty cup” for burnout. You can’t boil an empty kettle. Pouring from an empty cup just gets you nowhere. Trying to boil an empty kettle can ruin the kettle, the stove, and burn down your house if you keep trying it.

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I have come up with a better metaphor than “you can’t pour from an empty cup” for burnout. You can’t boil an empty kettle. Pouring from an empty cup just gets you nowhere. Trying to boil an empty kettle can ruin the kettle, the stove, and burn down your house if you keep trying it.

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So I hate facetime but have two small nephews who live very far away and wanted them to know who I was. So when second nephew was born, I started sending first nephew (4 years old) a postcard every week.

The content wasn't anything special. I made cookies, I saw this flower, my cats did this. He likes trucks and machinery so I scoured redbubble for anything related to machinery and got a giant batch of machine postcards. Whenever I traveled, I'd hunt down a postcard for him.

My second nephew turned four this year, and I started sending him postcards as well. Both of them like Pokemon now, so mostly it's been double Pokemon postcards every week. I don't hear much from them, or my sister, so I just generally hope they're enjoyed and try to remember to mail them before Sunday.

However. This week my mom informed me second nephew likes the postcards SO MUCH he brings them into daycare to show around. And when I shared that with my sister, she told me not only does he bring them into daycare, he sleeps with them at naptime.

The only higher honor would be for her to tell me he's eating them.

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diet culture people make me feel like i’m going crazy. you want me to take an experimental pill that destroys my appetite?? you want me to remove part of my stomach??? you want me to stop eating bread and rice, two of the staple foods most inherent to humanity????? why exactly? because my stomach is big? because you don’t like the way i look, and you think it’s reasonable to tell me to carve pieces off of myself and try random drugs and ruin my own life so i can look more visually pleasing to you? and you somehow don’t see how absurdly cruel and selfish that is to ask of somebody???? while pretending you care about their HEALTH????????????????? FUCK YOU!!!!

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Doctors should snark at each other more, be a bit mean. Not for no reason, mind you. But if five doctors blow me off about symptoms and doctor number six FINALLY runs actual tests and gets a diagnosis, I think it should be Doctor Six's right to call up the other five and tell them they're lazy pieces of shit. That should be socially encouraged. Those first five doctors clearly can't listen to patients, but maybe another doctor might finally get to them.

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happy 10 years to all who celebrate

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That’s the other thing. Very few people charged with a crime are completely innocent of any crime, but a lot a lot a lot are definitely innocent of the crime they’re being charged of.

But “I’m guilty of theft and carrying a knife in my pocket, not armed robbery” is not something you can say to a jury or to a prosecutor and receive even the slightest grace.

“I, a small time drug dealer with no weapon, am guilty of briefly locking a drug buyer in the car with me (who had initially entered totally voluntarily) for 30 seconds while we argued angrily about the price of a dimebag of cocaine. I’m not guilty of robbery, premeditated kidnapping and ‘wrongful imprisonment’” is not a perfectly true story you’re allowed to tell anyone.

And we’re strongly pressured not to show any sympathy or fair-mindedness to these people because they were unashamed scofflaws who knowingly broke laws, and because they’ve probably (but not provably) committed a few other minor crimes. But I do! I do have sympathy for them! I don’t think it’s fair or reasonable for people who committed fifty-buck crimes to get five grand worth of punishment. And I don’t think it’s ever acceptable to nudge my uncertain estimation of someone in the direction of ‘guilty’ because there are stereotypes or demographics that indicate they’re statistically more likely than me or other comfortable relatively-privileged people to have committed other crimes.

For one just because in and of itself it’s disproportionate. But also because almost everyone has committed fifty-buck crimes in their life if you were to laser focus on every single moment of their life and interpret every thing they’ve ever done in the absolute least charitable light possible. Almost everyone has committed rudeness/roughness you could call assault & battery; or ‘forgotten’ to make payments for something in a way you could call financial fraud; or briefly possessed and given to friends just barely enough of a drug you could call it drug trafficking. Only an unlucky handful of people get caught for the trivial crimes we all commit, but they’re very often treated firstly as if they committed a much more serious offense, and secondly painted as if they were a habitual or career criminal rather than an incidental and possibly even unintentional one.

And the poorer you are, the browner you are, the less-prestigious-sounding your name and accent are, the poorer the area you come from—the worse the chances that your unintentional incidental actions will be treated with even the slightest bit of reasonableness, rather than purposely and cruelly interpreted in the absolute harshest possible light.

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Some wild shit goes on in ppls lives

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