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lab supervisor (german, morose) stopping by my work bench every hour or two to complain about the dna of a zebrafish HE MUTATED

*baleful Eeyore eyes* this fish is............................ *bavarian-style mouth twitch of perpetual displeasure* its dna is really. it's really Not Good. the mutation, it's, *scowling at floor like you might at a bad pet* it's really very *old man death rattle noise* egeeuuujhhhhhhhhhhhh. Mangled. Kind of it is a very the fish is not a good it is a very. It is a very beƏd fish. *spits on floor sets blood curse on whole zebrafish line*

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Eight huge buff dudes who just pick one specific pub to be their regular and go there every friday, beating their fists against the table for rhythm while loudly singing sea shanties, drowning out whatever the bar was playing as background music before. Eventually the bartenders just learn to turn off the music when they show up, it's shanty time whether anyone else wants it or not. You can't throw them all out because there's fucking eight of them and no place is willing to hire 16 bouncers just to make it stop. Eventually people just accept that this is the shanty bar. The other patrons are free to request their own favourites in exchange for a beer. Not a round for all of them, just one beer with eight straws that they all drink from. Having swiftly inhaled the one single beer, they pick up the song.

Anybody can sing along if they please, but nobody can make them stop.

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Eight huge buff dudes who just pick one specific pub to be their regular and go there every friday, beating their fists against the table for rhythm while loudly singing sea shanties, drowning out whatever the bar was playing as background music before. Eventually the bartenders just learn to turn off the music when they show up, it's shanty time whether anyone else wants it or not. You can't throw them all out because there's fucking eight of them and no place is willing to hire 16 bouncers just to make it stop. Eventually people just accept that this is the shanty bar. The other patrons are free to request their own favourites in exchange for a beer. Not a round for all of them, just one beer with eight straws that they all drink from. Having swiftly inhaled the one single beer, they pick up the song.

Anybody can sing along if they please, but nobody can make them stop.

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good lord this thing is useless

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Beautiful Street Art in Hollywood. Walk of shame. By the way .....FUCK DONALD TRUMP!

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sometimes a lucky soul is spared 

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While pinball-like games – i.e., glass-fronted inclined tables with bells, bumpers, and spring-loaded ball launchers – were developed in France as early as the mid 1700s, these examples were games of chance, lacking any mechanism for the player to manipulate the ball once it was in play. Initial experiments in introducing an element of player skill by adding flippers proved unsatisfactory, as even the most efficient mechanical flippers were too weak to propel the ball all the way up the table. Pinball would not realise its modern form until the 1940s, with the introduction of power-assisted flippers driven by small electric motors; this final step could in theory have taken place much earlier, the first commercially viable small electric motors having been developed in the 1880s, but economic factors made it impractical.

At this point, one may note that Bram Stoker's famous novel Dracula takes place around 1897.

Thus, permitting only slight anachronism, it is just barely historically possible for Count Dracula to have owned a pinball machine.

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i. when i was 19 and in a very hetero relationship, i fell in love with Andrea Gibson.

ii. we were poor so i was going to community college and also working a full-time job. i was miserable. the nicest thing that happened to me during that time was that someone bought me a free coffee. i had been sobbing in the corner of the library. she said you look like you needed help. i was so sad at the time that i was looking for "the sign". almost like a mantra, i'd say things like if there's a nice sunset, i won't kill myself tomorrow.

iii. you know, in all that time, i never wanted anything. the idea of desire was so foreign to me that i couldn't conceptualize a favorite color. what is want in the voidspace?

iv. andrea was the first, is the thing. i found their work on button poetry. i watched a poem once and then twice and then sat back and thought to myself - what i had been writing was not poetry, it was reaction. what andrea was writing was poetry. i knew it had to be, because it burst inside of me. i looked down and a hole had torn open. there was nothing for it. i put my hands inside the wound and started to pull.

v. it was slam poetry and then pretentious poetry and then esoteric poetry and then the black mountain poets and then tender buttons and then back to slam again and then back to the classics and theory and the academic shit and then finally thank-god understanding started dawning and then upwards into contemporaries and inwards into why aren't i writing something real and then realizing i never understood anything then crying about three syllables that don't sound right and then sunning myself outside of the emily dickinson house and then back to slam and back to the roots of it and backwards into -

vi. and the joy! holy fuck i wish i could tell you about it. on the back of ink came life. it was community and safety and pushing limits. it was saying oh yeah no i'm gay and oh shit i'm nonbinary. it was a cliche; life like a map just exploding. because i knew - i had my thing. wherever i went, so too would come writing.

vii. on saturday i reached 7,700 poems on here. i made myself a gin and tonic to celebrate. i have been writing seriously, almost-every-day, sometimes multiple times a day - for over 10 years. i started this, became this - because i saw someone stand on stage and say something i knew to be poetry.

viii. andrea died today, july 14th, 2025, at the age of 49.

ix. i will never have the words for what they gave me.

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The kid will cherish this for their whole life. If they remember it.

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A People's Education

I dropped out of school when I was thirteen due to epilepsy, schizoaffective disorder bipolar type, and an abusive home environment. Probably the 'tism didn't help much either. I have put together a curriculum for those in my position. If you didn't finish school or if your education was otherwise spotty, this resource is for you.

Some of this is free internet content, other things will need to be purchased - alternatively, if you don't mind piracy, I've made sure all recommended materials are on Anna's Archive (annas-archive.org) or via a link or linked torrent (I'll explain how to use torrents in the guide). You can therefore access everything in this guide for free.

Everything is ordered by subject and it begins with resources for learning study skills and developing abilities such as critical thinking and reading comprehension. (Recommendations from people who know more than I do about pedagogy are needed and welcome.) All resources were chosen for accessibility in the sense that even the history and literature are not too hard to read and should be pretty entertaining, and they don't build on each other so you can pick and choose. (I worry a little bit that this will only give people the *appearance* of an education, so I encourage you to search deeply into whatever interests you to the extent that you are able.) If some of this stuff is confusing or hard and you're not ready to tackle it yet, don't be afraid to come back later once your skills are better. Also, I've made a note of which materials are harder than others.

Please bear in mind that, although I've prepared the curriculum to the best of my ability, I'm a white American man and therefore this education is likely to be white, male, and Amerocentric. That and everyone creating a curriculum has an agenda; mine should be rather obvious. It may also be inaccurate: if this post takes off, I recommend you check the notes for people going "I have a PhD in this topic and that rec is full of BULLSHIT!" In general, if you have experience relative to the topic and there are issues (or recommendations!) please reblog and describe them as thoroughly as you like. I will add recommendations and notes of dissent to the document as they appear, but I won't be adding commentary to any additions (or getting into any arguments defending my choices), so think about them critically. I will add these recommendations and notes of dissent to the “commentary” section.

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(Please reblog, this took ages to put together.)

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The racism, misogyny, and greed are the love languages of conservative America.

Thinking no one knows more about [insert every topic] than Trump is the humiliation test for the myth of white superiority.

Once you admit Trump does not know how tariffs work, you would be upset he stole the ability to set tariffs from Congress under an unconstitutional false premise we are in an international econonic emergency.

To think, Federal courts ruled Trump unconstitutional, yet he gets to ravage the world while the ruling is pending an appeal.

The man who enjoys due process while stealing power from Congress to extort our allies over horrendous tariffs, is also stealing due process while kidnapping and trafficking citizens across America.

Republicans are breaking the country to reward a 79 year-old traffic pylon for being the most racist person for his age.

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A brief moment of rationality from the bird place.

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I have at last managed to re-watch Sunshine and I just want to say this movie is THE cosmic horror. The sun is an incomprehensible god. Space is an unfathomably huge void. Both of them are screaming, and everyone dies alone.

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You are appearing in my For You like a fatalistic vision of what I’m to become (I have no idea what you are but you give off third-eye lesbian sage whose seat is in a place concealed to look busy but is quite subliminal and has the white noise of old air conditioner and sterile wood flooring). Enjoying your posts 😭

I'm a 30-something white man eating watermelon in his underwear.

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fries. envelopes. ive been awake for 18 hours can i go to bed now.

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horror movie that telegraphs who the "final girl" is, but 55 minutes in the "stoner guy" character reveals she's been having Trans Thoughts