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this is the funniest thing I’ve seen in weeks

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Your vibe is oddly bitter and reeks of insecurity

sounds like someone needs to go in the water

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My daughter (10yo) goes to so called "project group" at her school (in the Netherlands). They do fun science in there. Last week she brought home a self made map of moving Earth litospheric plates and was telling us about magma, vulcanos, and earthquakes. Today she was totaly excited with:

"We were talking about atoms. One atom can be in our food, then go out from us, then to the water, then clouds, then to a tree, and then somewhere else. And also did you know that Earth is not so big after all?! It's just a tiny part of a milky way, which is a tiny part of the galaxy, which is a tiny part of the universe. AND EVERYTHING IS SPINNING!!! 😲😵‍💫"

I love this! Absolutely love these fun science lessons. Too bad it's only for advanced kids who are ahead in regular classes, so they can slip some math and language to do this extra learning sessions. This should be the science education for everyone!

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Are u normal about trans men

this is gonna get me some hate tbh but honestly? i disapprove of their choice to go to jupiter to get more stupider

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sorry what

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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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The difference between my family and other people is that my family thinks I'm manipulative and fake to everyone else in the world because they've never seen me act like a huge cunt like family has. The thing is, when I'm thrown off the loop and need like 30 minutes of silence to sit down on the floor an let the gunk in my brain settle back down to the bottom sediment layer without stirring them back up again, other people just let me do that.

Most people have never seen me become a huge cunt because they don't consider "please just let me sit down in silence for like 30 minutes so I don't turn into a huge cunt" to be an unreasonable request.

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speculative fiction writers i am going to give you a really urgent piece of advice: don't say numbers. don't give your readers any numbers. how heavy is the sword? lots. how old is that city? plenty. how big is the fort? massive. how fast is the spaceship? not very, it's secondhand.

the minute you say a number your readers can check your math and you cannot do math better than your most autistic critic. i guarantee. don't let your readers do any math. when did something happen? awhile ago. how many bullets can that gun fire? trick question, it shoots lasers, and it shoots em HARD.

you are lying to people for fun. if you let them do math at you the lie collapses and it's no fun anymore.

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Deeply fucked up that this game (real life) forces you to play a crafting mini-game (cooking) every time you want to replenish your stamina bar.

You can skip the crafting game by using a pre-made consumable if you have them on hand, but high level players will constantly nag you about it and tell you that it damages your character's stats in the long run.

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Took a wrong turn somewhere

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this meme is so niche

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Lying in a freshly made bed after taking a shower is probably one of the best feelings ever

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I need y'all to see this

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smartphone storage plateauing in favor of just storing everything in the cloud is such dogshit. i should be able to have like a fucking terabyte of data on my phone at this point. i hate the fucking cloud

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My grandfather and my godfather (a beloved neighbor and dear family friend) had a long standing bet- for one dollar- about who would die first. Both of them being slightly pessimistic (in the funny way), they both insisted that they themselves would be the first to die. Any time my grandfather had a health scare, he’d gleefully call up my godfather to boast that he’d be passing “any day now” and he was sure to win the bet. It was a big family joke and they were always amiably sparring and comparing notes about who was in worse shape, medically speaking.

When my grandfather was in hospice care dying of liver cancer, my godfather was quite ill also. It took him great effort to make the journey to see his dying friend. As he came into the room, supported by a family member, he shuffled to my grandpa’s bedside and silently handed him a dollar bill. He was ceding his loss of the bet, as they both knew who was going first. My grandpa had been in quite bad shape for a while and was no longer able to speak but let me tell you he snatched that dollar with unexpected strength and literally laughed aloud. He knew exactly what the gesture meant and he couldn’t help but find the humor within the grief. It was the last time any of us heard my grandpa laugh, as he passed shortly after.

When I talk about my appreciation for “dark humor” I’m not so much thinking about edgy jokes, but rather the human instinct to somehow, impossibly, both find and appreciate the absurdity that is so often folded into the profound grief of life and death. When I tell this story I think it kind of perturbs people sometimes, but it’s honestly one of my favorite memories about two men I really deeply admired. I could never hope for anything more than for my loved ones to remember me laughing until the very end, and taking joy in a little joke as one of my final acts.

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