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meeting brent in my data cosplay has been a dream of mine for a few years and now it is a dream come true!!!

more about my experience meeting him under the cut

so first i went up to get his autograph on my star trek jacket and a booth picture since it was early in the day and my photo op wasn’t until 5pm

i walk up and he says i look great and the staff lady who was there with him told him i got a picture and an autograph and he says to me “oh yeah of course, baby” just really casually and i was sweating shduejkgsd

so i asked him to sign the jacket and he sighs and says okay, kinda joking, so i was like sorry you don’t have too! and he just told me he doesn’t mind he just doesn’t want to ruin a sharpie lol so he signs it with a silver sharpie and looks at it for a bit and goes “you know what, i really don’t like how that looks. i’m going to sign it again if you don’t mind?” and of course i’m like “i don’t mind, you can do whatever you want!” lol so he asks me to hold the bottom of the jacket tight so it’s easier for him to sign. so he’s right next to me and im holding out the jacket and our hands are touching and my hand it like against his stomach because there wasn’t a lot of space and idk y’all it was just . .. .  amazing .. .  he signed it with a black sharpie and goes “yeah that’s much better! look at that, now you get two for the price of one!” 

he also joked and asked if i’ve ever washed the jacket, which i mean, he’s got me there, but like it’s not at all dirty. i take good care of that jacket so its not smelly or looks gross or anything. also i’d have to take off like all the pins in order to wash it and i have well over 20 pins on that jacket lmao

we then take our booth picture together and after he asks me how old i was lol and then said it was great to meet me yadda yadda 

amazing, dreamy, wonderful!! everything i could’ve hoped for !!!!!! here’s the picture together and of my jacket:

then at the photo op i walked in and he goes “hey lady data!” as i walk up and he wrapped his arm behind me and we took the picture and told me again it was very nice meeting me yadda yadda and i walked out of the tent and took a deep breath and just !!!!!!!!!! freaked out inside!!! he is just so sweet and nice and funny and warm! just a very very good man!! 

i will cherish this experience for the rest of my life lol im just so happy :-)))

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Tute, en La Nación.com, http://www.lanacion.com.ar/humor/

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Fabio Coala, en Mentiriñas [web] http://mentirinhas.com.br/ [twitter] @fabiocoala [facebook] https://www.facebook.com/fabiocoala.cavalcanti

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Pool shapes.

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¡Aliméntame, mujer!

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I genuinely do not understand this unrelenting insistence that we compare every horrendous thing the United States does to the Holocaust, when there are much better comparisons to be made to…well, the United fucking States. 

The United States has a long, sordid history of separating families: The Transatlantic Slave Trade and the families impacted by slavery for generations after being stolen from their homes and sold to the highest bidder, for one. The Bureau of Indian Affairs boarding schools, where Native children were ripped from their families in order to have their language, culture, and beliefs stamped out of them through forced assimilation and conversion to Christianity, for another. 

The United States has an awful history of putting people in detention centres: Japanese and Native Alaskan internment camps during WWII, Fort Cass, Fort Snell, and other Native American internment camps that Indigenous Peoples were forced into throughout the 19th and 20th centuries, not even to mention Guantanamo Bay, and the camps so-called dissidents in the places like the Philippines, Vietnam, and other nations Americans had occupied were put into.

The United States has always been horrible to its immigrants, specifically non-white and/or non-Christian refugees. My own grandfather, an immigrant form India, couldn’t become a citizen of the United States despite being a college lecturer and the spouse of a US citizen due to Asian Exclusion, and had to continuously enrol in university courses he never actually took despite the fact that he was teaching them, just to stay in the country on a student visa. The one truly valid comparison to the Holocaust era you could make would be to the United States turning away Jewish refugees from Nazi-occupied Europe aboard the St Louis and sending them back to their deaths because that same law used to keep my grandfather from becoming a citizen had been put in place specifically to keep more Jews and Asians from coming into the country.

Like, the United States is not “becoming Nazi Germany” all of a sudden. This is not some aberrant “UnAmerican” behaviour. This is the United States being the United States, doing what the U.S. has always done from the moment of its inception. 

Also, as one of my FB friends said on this topic recently: “Nazi Germany was not famous for cruelty toward asylum seekers, it was famous for making millions of asylum seekers and then murdering millions including many from my family.”

There is no good reason to constantly trot out bad Holocaust comparisons when we know damn well this is the same inhumane bullshit America was fucking built on. Hitler, Nazis, and The Holocaust are not just shorthand for “the government being really bad.” It was a specific atrocity that devastated the Jewish and Romani communities of this world, and you don’t need to constantly devalue it and re-traumatise Jews and Roma over and over again when you can just as easily condemn the heinous way asylum seekers at the US border are being treated by saying the United States is still in the business of systematic oppression and has not learnt anything from its own appalling history. 

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Daniel López de Medrano, en Zen Toons [web] en español, https://www.zentoons.com/Spanish/ e inglés, https://zentoons.com [facebook] https://www.facebook.com/zentoons/

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Tom Gauld [web] http://www.tomgauld.com/ [tumblr] http://myjetpack.tumblr.com/ [twitter] @tomgauld

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Here we go again. patreon.com/chrishallbeck

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Feinstein: You’re a big, powerful man. Why didn’t you [gestures pushing motion]?

Crews: Senator, as a black man in America [sigh]…

Feinstein: Say it as it is. I think it’s important.

Crews: …you only have a few shots at success. You only have a few chances to make yourself a viable member of the community. I’m from Flint, Michigan. I have seen many many young black men who were provoked into violence, and they were imprisoned, or they were killed, and they’re not here. My wife for years prepared me. She said, “If you ever get goaded, if you ever get prodded, if you ever have anyone try to push you into any kind of situation, don’t do it. Don’t be violent.” And she trained me. I’ll be honest with you it was the strength of my wife who trained me and told me, “If this situation happens, let’s leave.” And the training worked because I did not go into my first reaction, I grabbed her hand, we left, but the next day I went right to the agency. I have texts, I have phone conversations, and I said, “This is unacceptable!” And I told them how -you know- I almost got violent, but I didn’t. And I said, “What are you going to do about this predator that you have roaming your hallways?” And -you know- I was told, “We are going to do everything in our power. We are going to handle this Terry. You’re right. It is unacceptable.” And then they disappeared. Nothing happened.

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@TheAwkwardYeti couldn't sleep, so he asked his readers if we could tell him something boring. So, here's my answer...

@theawkwardyeti Well, the story of boring goes back to 1778, when Sir Charles Boring decided to entertain his guests at a family dinner by telling him personal accounts from the Seven Years' War. The Seven Years' War was a global conflict fought between 1756 and 1763.

@theawkwardyeti It involved every European great power of the time and spanned five continents, affecting Europe, the Americas, West Africa, India, and the Philippines. The conflict split Europe into two coalitions, led by the Kingdom of Great Britain (including Prussia, Portugal, Hanover, ....

@theawkwardyeti ...and other small German states) on one side and the Kingdom of France (including the Austrian-led Holy Roman Empire, the Russian Empire, Bourbon Spain, and Sweden) on the other. Sir Charles didn't attend the war personally; he remained informed by reading the letters...

@theawkwardyeti ...That a distant cousin, Samuel Boring, used to send him. They weren't particularly close, nor there was some kind of animosity between them. They had become acquainted by sharing the same surname and a series of lordships in common which kept them somewhat entertained.

@theawkwardyeti Samuel had become, in time, a relatively minor player in the market of they gray potato - a variety of english potato known by its dull, grayish colour and its insipid taste, which blandly mirrored Lord Boring's character. Charles, on the contrary...

@theawkwardyeti ...was barely known in the social circles, refusing to marry or have children and making most of his earnings in the complex area of soot investments. By the age of forty, Lord Boring had amassed almost thirty tones of soot and a few pounds of ashes...

@theawkwardyeti ...which had allowed him to retire early to his winter cottage where he spent most of the evenings watching a dull black and white portrait of his mother, Lady Gertrude Boring, of some german ascent which she expressed while alive by refusing sexual intercourse with her husband..

@theawkwardyeti ...and assisting to catholic mass every third day and sundays where she confessed her sins, of which there weren't many that were worth recalling. Her cold disposition mirrored the house itself, which was chilling and unwelcoming.

@theawkwardyeti However, in some rare occasions, Sir Charles invited guests at his summer house, mainly to discuss the matters regarding the prices of soot and sometimes, potatoes. The dinners were marked by their lack of music, adequate lighting and proper heating...

@theawkwardyeti ...and the food itself was notorious by its lack of variety. For drinks, usually there was plain water served in lead cups, and in the days when Lord Boring felt exuberant, you might be offered a choice between cold and lukewarm.

@theawkwardyeti The main course, most of the time, was cooked potatoes, peeled, unsalted, served on a white plate, with a side dish of generic meat of unknown procedence, usually of the cuadruped inclination. The maid who prepared the dishes was a slavic mute, who couldn't be reasoned with...

@theawkwardyeti ...so her story was lost in the annals of time. Not that it was interesting, not at all. She appeared one day with a letter of recommendation from Count Langweilig, a very distant relative of bavarian ascent, asking Lord Boring to give the old woman a job.

@theawkwardyeti Not that there was much to do: Lord Boring's routine basically was getting early at 6 in the morning, when it was too dark to read or do anything; washing his privates with a damp cloth, getting dressed with his weekly two-part suit and finally, go down the stairs...

@theawkwardyeti ..to have breakfast, which was probably the most exciting meal of the day since it included a hard-boiled egg and a very washed-out cup of tea. After that, Lord Boring took his carriage and went to the city to supervise the soot shipments until five o'clock in the evening...

@theawkwardyeti ...when he returned home and have his dinner, which was usually a piece of barley bread with another cup of gray tea. On the days Lord Boring was feeling adventurous, a tiny slice of cheese was added to the bread, but that was a rare sight.

@theawkwardyeti This, in time, meant that Elena (for that was the name of the maid) spent most of the day in darkness since she had a pathological fear of candles. The cause for this fear, we can only hypothesise, since she wasn't able to speak with her voice as most people do.

@theawkwardyeti Her illiteracy didn't help either, so most of the communication between her and Lord Boring happened by means of confusing gestures that were most of the time mistranslated between english and slavic and back. Sadly, this led to no comical situations, only frustration...

@theawkwardyeti ...and a mildly repressed discontent between both of them which were forced to share the same space, but unable to communicate to each other their wants and needs - not that there were many of them. Elena seemed to be quite content with spending her days appreciating...

@theawkwardyeti ...a patch of grey grass that slowly grew under her window. That grass was later noted as useless and removed by Barton, the gardener, who also happened to be an eunuch due to an early and infortunate trimming accident.

@theawkwardyeti Perhaps the most interesting moment in the life of Sir Charles Boring came the day he was offered a massive opportunity of investing in yarn spinning. After careful consideration and sensible reasoning, Sir Charles decided against it, so nothing came out of it in the end.

@theawkwardyeti Anyway, the day Charles decided to read his guests the letters that Samuel had sent him every day since the Seven Years' War began, he had to spend a good couple of hours arranging them by date, so he could make sense of the stories that his cousin sent him.

@theawkwardyeti It was late, and it was cold, and the guests were becoming sleepy. This day, however, Sir Charles was feeling quite generous, so he had started a small fire in the immense chimney in the middle of the main hall, and it crackled weakly with a warm, pale light.

@theawkwardyeti The guests were all simply acquaintances, related by the ways of the trade or other economic bonds to each other. There was Augustus Gray, a chimney sweep salesman, fat and sweaty. On his right there was Madame Baker, pale and cold.

@theawkwardyeti Next to them, there were Vincent and Theresa Bricque, siblings, born only three months apart from each other and owners of half the mortar walls in London. And finally, there was an American, Newton Marlowe, of friendly although somber disposition.

@theawkwardyeti Most of them if not all weren't there for the entertainment but to discuss business, but they had accepted to be entertained by Sir Charles if only to try to get his good side, apparently of which was none.

@theawkwardyeti So, Sir Charles announced to them, in a mildly enthusiastic tone, that he was about to read to them the first letter that his cousin Samuel sent him from the war front. This was greeted with a moderate acquiescence from everyone in the hall.

@theawkwardyeti Sir Charles opened the envelope and carefully removed the letter from the inside, accommodated his heavy, golden framed glasses and began reading:

"Dear Cousin: You might ask yourself why am I writing this letter to you. And the truth is, that war is mostly doing nothing...

@theawkwardyeti ...for days at a time. War is essentially boring, like you and me, which reminds me of a boring story: the story of Boring. Well, the story of Boring goes back to 1778, when Sir Charles Boring decided to entertain his guests at a dinner by telling him personal accounts of..."

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