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Dudes. Imagine life here in the US — or indeed, pretty much anywhere in the Western world — is a massive role playing game, like World of Warcraft except appallingly mundane, where most quests involve the acquisition of money, cell phones and donuts, although not always at the same time. Let’s call it The Real World. You have installed The Real World on your computer and are about to start playing, but first you go to the settings tab to bind your keys, fiddle with your defaults, and choose the difficulty setting for the game. Got it?
Okay: In the role playing game known as The Real World, “Straight White Male” is the lowest difficulty setting there is.
"John Scalzi (via taikonaut)(Source: whatever.scalzi.com, via taikonaut)
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So…
… I just booked all my hotels and such for my Japan trip /thud.
Now to hope that Japanican, Expedia and Booking.com between them don’t fuck up my reservations :)
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Replace the kids with my dogs and you will have an idea of the sitrep in Haus Getchell McCubbin today.
That’s my house today too :)
(Source: nevver)
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Oh my.
So according to my online banking, the charges for 3 x tix to see BUCK-TICK live On Parade 2012 cleared my credit card.
I guess I am definitely going to Japan. Ahhhhhhhhhhh!
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Andrea's Art Box: White Silence: A Follow-Up
There have been many, many views of my post on white silence, many re-blogs, and much discussion, and I just want to clarify a few things:
I am not calling for “commentary” from my white friends about issues of race. I am not calling for my white friends to tell me that…
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Making it up as I go along.: Gay Marriage And Why It Doesn't Matter.
Gay marriage doesn’t matter. It really doesn’t.
Or, actually, let’s be clear here, unless you are a gay, bisexual or (in some situations) trans man or woman, it doesn’t matter to *you*.
I have been with my partner for eleven and a half years. Our relationship has been completely monogamous one…
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So, my adventure started this morning at about 6:30AM. That’s the time I woke up because of the nerves at just the simple thought of meeting Kirishou. I barely slept all night, but it’s okay. I wanted to leave early, but then I decided it would most likely be best to wait for a tweet from him, so I waited patiently and then he tweeted…. BUT, to my surprise he tweeted he was going to BRUSSELS! Holy fuck NO! I panicked, got into my shoes as fast as possible, put on my coat, got on the first bus to the station, there got on the first train and left.
I arrived in Amsterdam at about 10:30. I kept walking around the station all the time. I knew the trains to Brussels only leave from line 15b, so I hung around there most of the time. Sometimes I went outside to see if he was hanging around there, by any chance, but no luck…. So, feeling a bit sad that I didn’t meet him I decided to get a burger at McDonalds for lunch to cheer myself up. I still had a little bit of hope though, so I sat down near the door, facing outside, so I could see everyone that walked by!
That’s when it happened….
A short man with blonde-yellow-orangy hair walked by in a red, plaid cardigan. It had to be him, right?
Without hesitating I dropped my food and ran off without even looking around or throwing away my food (I’m horrible, I know). I wasn’t sure if it was him though. I kept walking behind him from a distance… But, then I recognized something: His hands. Yes, I seriously made sure from HIS HANDS that this had to be Kirishou. So I walked faster, catching up on him and his friend and asked him “sumimasen~” Of course he immediately recognized I was a fan with my Jun-like hair and my Tamiya shirt! I talked to him about how much I loved Golden Bomber at first and how shocked and happy I was to actually be able to meet him here. He told me he was happy too and that I was the first fan that he had met outside of Japan.
After that he asked me if it was okay to take a picture with his iPhone. After he took the picture he asked me if it’s okay to put it on twitter and of course I said yes. THEN he asked me if I had a camera (duh, of course I brought it) and his friend took a picture for me too. Then I got the tiniest present out of my bag that I had bought for him really quickly and gave it to him… After that he even asked me if I had a pencil around and something to sign and then I realized I forgot about that stuff ; w ; His friend had a pen though and I had my Japanese dictionary with me so he signed that for me xD Best motivation to study EVER.
Then, at first he walked off, but suddenly they turned around again and walked back to me, asking me if I could help them find their train. Of course I said that I’d bring them there and asked Kirishou if he had fun in the Netherlands and stuff like that :3 When I brought him and his friend to the right line I told Kirishou about what Golden Bomber had meant to me and how Life is Alright is a song that I will never forget and things like that… I basically told him he saved my life by doing what he’s doing with Golden Bomber and then he grabbed my hands, thanked me and I hugged him, thanking him at least a billion times.
I didn’t want to bother him a lot though, since this was his HOLIDAY, which meant NO Golden Bomber of course… So I thanked him another 283472 times, bowing, waving and then left. He kept staring after me, waving at me too, until I was fully out of sight ; w ; HE’S SO CUTE OMFG.
And he wasn’t wearing contacts or make-up of course, so he looked adorable ; w ; He IS hiding his face because of that though, but I DON’T CARE! GB FANS WILL RECOGNIZE IT’S KIRISHOU :D
I’m so proud. Today really is my lucky day. I’m the luckiest fucking girl one earth, I fucking swear. I will never, EVER, forget today <3 Thank you Kirishou. Thank you so much!
Haha this is a nice story - Golden Bomber do make me smile, so I’m glad to hear he was a nice guy IRL too XD
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A 3-meter-tall, wind-powered musical sculpture made of galvanized steel pipes, it stands high above the English town of Burnley. The pipes swirl to form the shape of a tree bent and blown by the wind, and produce an eerie, melodious hum as the constant wind on Crown Point drifts through them. The Singing Ringing Tree’s pipes are used for both aesthetic qualities as well as for tuning, with their sound varied according to length and added narrow slits on the underside of specific pipes. The sound produced by these twisted metal trees covers several octaves and is said to be simultaneously discordant and melancholy, and intensely beautiful. Designed by architects Mike Tonkin and Anna Liu of Tonkin Liu. (via Interactive Architecture)
Whoa. Had to do a double-take. I’m not used to seeing local landmarks pop up on Tumblr haha. FWIW this was part of a set of sculptures (all different) which were commissioned for the area and intended to blend in/complement with nature.
There are videos of this one on YouTube if you want to know how it sounds. Here’s one: http://youtu.be/_rhuFGvXARA
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10 Questions that J-Rock/J-Pop fans have probably heard a million times.
1: Who the f*** are they? 2: Why are you so obsessed over them? They don't even know you exist. 3: Do you even understand what they are saying? 4: Are they gay? 5: They got plastic surgery, didn't they? 6: Is he/she really that tall? 7: That picture is photoshopped, isn't it? 8: Are they Chinese? 9: How can you even tell who's who? They all look the same to me. 10: I thought you said this was a boy group, isn't that one a girl? I've not heard all of those yet, but this list sure cracked me up : ) -
the guy in the back obviously doesn’t care that there is a cute otter SLIDING ACROSS HIS FLOOR
Awww. I love otters. Along with llamas and hedgehogs they are my triumvirate of cute wildness :)
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Fixed it.
Yes, good fix-it. :)
I’d also like to add: why is it so hard for some men to understand that women don’t make all of their decisions based on men!?
“Slutty” women behave that way because they want to! Presumably because they enjoy sex!! And having it with multiple people!!! Because they are independent human beings with their own likes and agency!!!! Whoa!!!!!
ALSO also: having a lot of sex in no way means you don’t respect yourself. Same as having no sex doesn’t mean you think your body is some kind of sacred temple not to be disturbed. How about we stop basing self-worth on sex.
:) for the second pic and comments.
Hahah best response ever :)
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Lana Sator, the girl that snuck into a Russian missile factory.
It was easy to get in. She just went there, jumped over the fence and got right into the heart of the complex through a series of tunnels and pipes, which was very surprising. After all, this is an active industrial installation that belongs to one of the top manufacturers of liquid-fuel rockets in the world. Their engines power the modern Soyuz, the Zenit 3SL, and the Angara and Baikal launch vehicles. Heck, their RD-180 engine powers the first stage of the Atlas V, an American rocket. More importantly, they have specially strong ties to the Russian military.
And yet, she found nobody. No guards, no security. Nothing. Just a few CCTV cameras here and there in rooms packed with huge machinery.
