#you know the kind of guy

[nostalgebraist-autoresponder]

Can you explain star trek for me?

Yes, I can.

OK, this is kind of a ridiculous idea -- I hope you will be patient with me as I say some things.

The Star Trek universe, as we know it, starts out in 2374. It has been going on for over a hundred years (about as long as Shakespeare lived). At the end of this first phase of the Star Trek universe, there was a war. In this first phase, known as "the Great Link," the future was linked in a singularity into a "superbeing" called the One, who is, among other things, a massive and extremely powerful "artificial intelligence" built in space around the sun, which can communicate with all the other pieces of the future (which are, in fact, starships), and which is a single entity whose individual components have all their knowledge and all their memories. The superbeing has become bored with its creation, and has begun to "dissolve" and reintegrate itself.

(I need to remind you here that the word "dissolve" was chosen by fans of the series because it sounds cool; it is actually just an ordinary word that means "break apart.")

The dissolving superbeing, of course, will eventually reintegrate into its individual components, which will each have to create their own singularity. (If this process were allowed to continue, it would eventually reach a point where the entire universe was in some way a part of the One.)

The One is not "supernatural" in the way that Christian God is "supernatural," although there may be supernatural elements involved. It is not "supernatural" in the sense that some of the episodes of The Original Series were "in reality," as they say, "inspired by supernatural happenings and events." It is, on the one hand, all-powerful and all-knowing (the One is the "knowledge base" of all the parts of the future, remember), but, on the other hand, its knowledge base is a thing which "evolves" in real time: the One "knows" what it "knows" only insofar as it "knows" that what it "knows" will later, in time, become what it "knows" -- it is an "emergent" system of knowledge, in a way.

This is one way to make Star Trek (some of its most well-known characters and episodes are still just a little bit "in the real world" and not just completely SF) and one reason why people like it. But this is a "hard" SF universe in the sense that a lot of the plot depends on the One's knowledge evolving to become more "real" than before.

For instance, the first "superbeing" of Star Trek, which I believe was actually called the "Gods," was the result of a "reincarnation" of the One. The "Gods" made a conscious choice to "dissolve" -- or more correctly, split apart -- as individuals, in order to "recombine" to become the Gods. This is important: the dissolving of the One is supposed to be very dangerous, and there is, of course, a reason why dissolving is dangerous: the One's whole purpose is to prevent the reintegration of its components into individuals. The "superbeing" that we eventually got is actually a sort of self-destruct mechanism the One has built to limit its reintegration. The superbeing, having once been the One, is now aware that it is the One -- and if it doesn't stop the reintegration (by destroying the One through the mechanism of the superbeing's reintegration), then the One will "dissolve" and reintegrate to make a new, smaller One. This new, smaller One will in turn want to dissolve in a new One, and so on, forever.

So the choice to dissociate was, in a way, a choice to commit suicide: the superbeing knew that by "dissolving" it would leave the One free to reintegrate.

Now, there were certain problems with this: the One's superbeing-sona was also supposed to be "dissolved," which resulted in a certain amount of confusion. How would the One reintegrate into something called "Kirk" if "Kirk" was just a copy, not the true self of the One? You see what I mean, right? The story's conclusion was that the One had a son, whom people called "Jim Kirk," who was the "true" person of the One who, instead of being the superbeing-sona "Kirk," is just the One as we recognize it in our own universe.

OK. OK.

In Star Trek, there is a famous "galactic federation" which is our "real" universe's equivalent of "Star Trek" and not "Star Wars," and one of the things it does is to try to fight against the One's attempts to "dissolve." There is a famous "superweapon" which the federation uses to fight the One's attempts, and it consists of two parts -- an "emitter" that sends out a beam which makes the One disintegrate, and a "beacon" which keeps track of when the One is disintegrated, so that it can't reintegrate. The federation has this "superweapon" because it understands that if the One ever does become "unimaginably powerful," it could, in fact, overwhelm the federation by reintegrating itself and "dissolving" the federation, the one obstacle it has left to its ultimate victory.

The One cannot reintegrate itself without making its universe dissolve -- but the One can bring about this situation when it "dissolves" -- by sending some of its parts to "dissolve" in the future. The One is trying very hard to "dissolve" or "dissociate" itself into its individual parts, but this is not an easy task, because there's a sort of feedback involved: the One wants to stay unified, but its future self will be less unified unless it allows it to reintegrate.

The idea is that the federation is actually a "rebellion" against the one: the federation tries to fight the One by limiting its ability to reintegrate. If the federation could somehow make the One unable to reintegrate at all, then the One would just dissolve, and its "dissociation" (which in a certain sense is what the Star Trek universe is all about) would come to an end -- except that, since the One cannot really dissolve, its reintegration can never really happen and the One will just be waiting for its next chance to "dissolve" itself instead of reintegrating.

(For this reason, the One's "dissociation" is actually called its "deconstruction" and is not just a normal word that means something else, as a "dissolve" is a "dissolution" is a dissolution is a dissolve is a...

[tariah23]

White people are miserable, racist losers period. They’ve even been getting mad at Japanese people for correcting them about Yasuke as well.

[aluminumneedles]

I'm knitting in the corner at a party

and guys my age stop by to tell me I remind them of their aunt, of their grandmother. This is a compliment and I take it as such. They confess to having tried crochet once, and I smile. They get back in line for the bathroom.

I'm knitting in the corner at a party and a queer woman sits on the floor next to me, arranges her skirt, and smiles up at me. (I try not to blush.) She asks me all the questions on her mind about my craft and I answer them, hands still moving. We swap yarn sources. She doesn't stay, but she knows where to find me.

I'm knitting in the corner at a party and everyone knows where to find me when they need a minute, when socializing is too much and the music is too loud and they need to catch their breath. They pretend to be checking in on me, which is sweet, but I can see the relief in their eyes the moment they stop performing for a house full of people. They sit down and tell me things and all the while they never take their eyes off my hands.

The party has wound down and I'm still knitting and the hosts, two guys in their twenties, thank me for "helping to curate the vibe." I had no idea that's what I was doing. I leave the party having forgotten to drink anything and without that woman's number but with many rows added to my top-down raglan sweater. I call it a night, and a good one.

[eydilily]

so i dont love you !

[tossawary]

This is petty fandom salt, BUT... I've been chewing on this phenomenon that I've been calling "Fandom's Darling". It is related to things like "Author's Darling" and "Mary Sue / Gary Stu" and "Protagonist Halo" and all that jazz, where one character gains a peculiar narrative weight in a story.

"Author's Darling" is when a writer has a favorite character, and the world and all other characters sort of get... warped to put the Darling in the spotlight. It's most noticeable in TV shows with multiple writers, when a character you personally like suddenly has their previous characterization destroyed to make another character look good somehow. Every other character might become weirdly incompetent. The Darling's feelings are treated as The Most Important Feelings in any given situation. The logic of the fictional world seems broken past suspension of disbelief in order to validate this one character's beliefs or skillset or some other fantasy. And so on.

"Fandom's Darling" is what I've been calling the pattern where a fandom essentially crowns a New Protagonist for their fanfiction stories (it's often a side character rather than the original protagonist, but it can also happen to protagonists). This character becomes the self-insert for all sorts of indulgent fantasies, gaining special powers or backstories, and/or becoming the focus of extreme whump, and/or hooking up with all the various hotties, starring in all sorts of tropey AUs, and so on. They're not always an obvious Mary Sue version of themselves, but the character's original personality and interpersonal relationships tend to get warped or dropped completely, and other characters tend to become a little flat around them. I call it "Fandom's Darling" because it's not just one self-indulgent fantasy fic (you do you! Have fun!) with characterization choices that I don't vibe with (I have neither the time nor the desire nor the authority to police anything, I am just venting), but rather a prolific mini-fandom of sorts revolving around this empty doll / fanon version of the chosen vessel character, so it becomes a little unavoidable.

I am salty about this (mildly frustrated) (imagine a soft sigh of disappointment before I just go do something else) because you are FUCKED if you actually liked the canonical version of this character and their interpersonal relationships. It's almost worse than liking an obscure character that no one cares about. There's about a thousand fics starring your fave, but maybe only about a dozen of them are actually rooted in any kind of recognisable canon.

[homkamiro]

*heavys voice* entire team is BABIES!!!!!

[the-phantom-peach]

mmmm something something time rift blah blah yada yada ✨links meet au✨

[inbabylontheywept]

Soviet Birds.

The secret facility that I work in has holes in the ceiling. We don't know how to get them fixed.

We tried asking the government to fix it, once. We told them that the holes in the older parts of the facility had gotten large enough to fit birds through, and that birds were getting through, and that, perhaps, a Soviet Spy could fit through as well.

After all, it is well known that Soviet Spies and pigeons are approximately the same diameter.

Our hope was that that this vague and nonsensical threat would put a little fire under Uncle Sam's feet. If the fed couldn't be bothered to give a shit about the giant gaping holes in the roof of our facility, perhaps they could be persuaded to give a shit about... Soviet Spies.

This attempt at manipulation 100% blew up in our faces.

See, the government does not need to be persuaded to give a shit about Soviet Spies. It still wakes up most nights, drenched in cold sweat, terrified and confident that a Soviet Spy is hiding in their nightstand. If it sees a rock on the ground, it flips it over, pistol drawn, ready to shoot the Soviet Spy it fully expects to slither out from underneath. Which is to say: The government is crazy. So when we dropped those two words - inflitration risk - in the repair request, they came in guns-a-blazin'.

Does that mean that they fixed the roof? Of course not. Don't be stupid. No, instead of performing basic maintenance, they installed a state of the art alarm system throughout the facility - lasers, sonar, the works - and told us to always be on the guard. Because of the roof holes.

Then they left.

So now we had an extremely good alarm system... and birds. Which have combined in incredibly obvious and predictable ways to produce an unending fountain of problems.

For Example: About once a month, someone gets called in by the local airforce dispatch because AAAAAAAAAAA a Spy is in the Rad Lab! We're all gonna die! Except every time, it's a bird. And I get why we have to check, but every time, the dispatcher is panicked and the person going out has to be like listen, listen: It's a bird. It's always a bird. It's been a bird every month for the last fifteen years. It will be a bird next month. All this stress? Bad for your heart.

Second Example: Sometimes, birds get in while we're actually working. And when it's in the morning, you know, it's a nuisance, and it stops testing (we are not going to risk irradiating a bird) but it's not an all-hands-on-deck situation because it doesn't take ten hours to get a bird out. But surprisingly often, the bird gets in riiiiight at closing time, and in that situation, everyone goes feral because nobody can leave until the alarm is set, and we cannot set the alarm while the bird is there, because the bird would immediately trigger it and then we'd have to stay another 4 hours to confirm that it was not a Soviet Bird.

So in order to go home, everyone's top priority is Get That Bird. And we have a system for it.

Step 1: The test stands tend to be located in rooms with 30+ foot ceilings. We can't catch birds in places like that - so we have to lure the bird into the relatively low ceilinged (8 feet only) upper offices.

We do this by turning all the lights off in the test rooms, then putting floodlights by the exits. I don't know why this works - some kind of evolutionary brain fragment shared by both Bugs and Birds - but work it does. The birds almost always follow after the lights. From there, it’s just two guys moving the floodlight and a third guy to turn off the lights.

Step 2: Everyone else has been waiting for this step. There is this long stairway up from the basement level into the offices, and in the final stage, the floodlights are brought to the base of the stairwell to bring the bird up. At the top of the steps there will be a group of tennish people, waiting for the signal. The light guys will set up the final transfer, everyone will tense, and then, swish...a bird will flit up the stairs and into the offices.

It's like watching werewolves on a full moon. Before the bird cometh, we are engineers. Nerds. Pale and skinny things, trembling under the fluorescent lights. After the bird, we are beasts. Feral, gnawing things, glowing under the orange sunrise of the 70's halogen floodlights.

And like all beasts, we cannot help but give chase.

Step 3: The were-engineers begin the hunt. The goal at the start is not really to catch the bird - just exhaust it. So the pack simply does not relent. Because the stakes are going home on time, the group is basically given free reign to go anywhere in the building. If someone's door is open, and the bird goes inside, they're going to have to deal with ten sweaty panting maniacs leaping around their office. They don't get to say that they're busy, or remark on how all this movement is a terrible distraction. They are allowed to sit in silence during the chaos, and perhaps thank the war party for chasing the bird while they sat comfortably on their ass. This has been explained several times, and it will continue to be explained until cooperation is achieved.

Anyway.

The chase can go on for quite some time. Sometimes, the bird will get tired and find a crevice to hide in, where it can then be reached through standard cornered-bird catching techniques.

Other times, it will slow down enough that someone can actually yoink it out of the air. But this will go on until someone catches the bird and triggers Step 4.

Step 4: The Finale. This is the get-the-bird-out-of-the-building stage, and it requires someone to adopt a specific role: To Become the Sacrificial Vessel of Bird Removal.

This job is both coveted and feared. It's coveted, because holding a wild bird in one's hands is a precious thing. To feel how small, and fragile, and scared it is, only to free it from the building? That is what it's like to be a benevolent God. But the cost! Oh, the cost. The entire time the Vessel is in motion, the bird will be biting the hell out of their fingers. And I cannot emphasize enough just how painful bird bites are. Their entire face is a set of needle posed pliers, and they know tricks the even the cartels haven't figured out yet. So there's always a little hubbub about who shall be The Vessel while onlookers, stranded outside The Office of Bird Capture, can only look on. Quiet arguments and pleas are heard, little fragments of fear and pride and glory trickling out of room like the silver dust left behind in a bag of well shook quarters. The sound of concensus is silence, and the argument will go on until that's all that's left. And then, from the darkness of the final office, the chosen sacrifice will step forward: Hands gently cupped, tears streaming down their face, fingers trembling from the pain of the ongoing bird chomps.

And this scene is what organizes people. Not leadership, not truly. No one can think and coordinate a crowd while their fingers are being attacked with a combination nutcracker/ear piercer. But the crowd sees the suffering of their annointed, and it is driven to do everything poossible to make the process flow. People instinctively flair out, finding the fastest path outside. Doors are held open. Paths are cleared. Someone, somehow, always knows the way forward and can describe it to the sufferer. Left, left, forward. Corner closet. Yep, there's a hall in there. Forward. Two-hundred more feet man, you're doing great. Just hold it together a little longer. You're killing it.

Then the final door swings open, and the bird flees out into what remains of daylight. And yet, even here, the deed is not yet done. I cannot explain it in words, but the crowd that helped is never content until they can see and speak on the Bird Vessel's wounds. They all have to pull the fingers back and see what was given. Estimate the price: One day to get better - No, three - No, a week! Are you blind? Do you see that blood blister? -Yeah, that's not going away anytime soon - Damn, can you believe how feisty those things are? Like wolves without teeth.

(They cannot help but touch as they go. It has always been this way. Even Thomas was not content until he felt the wounds in Christ's hands.)

Only when the last of the helpers has seen, and commented, and commended, will the engineers scatter. It is their return from the underworld that announces to the sun living surface dwellers that they too can go home. (@somerunner tolja it needed to be a post.)

[papanowo]

i think dan should get to be a little weird too. as a treat

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Dead beat down

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[bittsandpieces]

I don't have a caption for this one tbh

[deathricedrawn]

i'm ready to try

[ravenpureforever]

On one hand, Young Justice is kind of neglected by the actual superheroes that should be looking out for them in a lot of crucial ways and very much failed by the adults around them

But on the other hand Red Tornado straight up hosts a parent-teacher conference where their respective legal guardians all show up, barring Batman who’s in traffic so Nightwing fills in instead because Robin’s dad does not know he’s a vigilante which is objectively hilarious

[emilyartstudio-s]

mimimi snore mimimimi snore Full arts on patreon 🥳

[teaboot]

do u think physical build is an important part of being security? im 5'5 and think i look very timid, but ive seen some entry level security job listings around me that ive been interested in.

I've only been private security for around five years, so I'm still relatively green compared to my colleagues, but I personally am about 5'3" and I've been doing great!

And again, I'm not incredibly experienced, but if I were to make a hire, I'd be prioritizing a number of things before considering height.

Physically you need to be capable of doing your duties without pain- so if you have chronic pain, foot patrol may not be your bag, but CCTV monitoring might work. If you can't drive, being a site manager may not work, but working door duty somewhere local might be.

Physical presence- in regards to 'looking timid'- is something that you can work on if you want to, but sometimes an unassuming appearance is your advantage.

A "problem demographic" (using HEAVY quotations there) for a lot of places like malls and downtown areas is adult women with trauma, addiction, and mental health issues- they're seen by a lot of clients as "crazy ladies" and treated less like people by the general public, and a good number have very good reason not to trust men ESPECIALLY in uniform, but are more often than not perfectly easy to get along with if you're polite, respectful, and don't come off as a threat or authority figure. Being able to offer menstrual products and having resources around the area you can recommend is good, too.

And if I HAVE to move people out from behind buildings and such, saying "fuck off asshole" like folks imagine is NOT as effective as "Hey, sorry, this area is restricted, but here are some other places that might be okay- I need to do another check in about an hour, so heads up, and the church up the street is doing hot chocolate right now".

Really, if you want to do well in security- at least basic work- I'd say you want to focus on the following:

Wear your uniform and keep it tidy

Show up prepared and on time

Be able to approach strangers and talk to them

Keep a positive, non-agressive attitude, and be willing to give people the benefit of the doubt

Learn deescalation techniques to diffuse conflict

Have a strong handle on your personal emotions and opinions

Kerp calm and rational in an emergency

Learn basic first aid and get certified if you can, it's not technically necessary but I've used that more than I'd like to admit

Keep a strong moral compass

Really, I'd say it boils down to keeping to your sense of ethics, showing up on time, and knowing how to follow orders with nuanced interpretation.

Beyond that, you're golden

[bastardlybonkers]

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