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[stevebattle]

Cosmo Klein (1978) by Jeff Duntemann AKA "Captain Cosmo", Rochester, NY. Cosmo Klein is based on the COSMAC Elf RCA 1802 microcomputer and features a robot arm, and a CRT face separately controlled by a COSMAC VIP, an 1802 based microcomputer with a supplementary video display chip.

"For all its flaws, the VIP is probably worth the money… The worst thing about the VIP is something that can be said of the ELF-II from Netronics or Quest's Super ELF: If you don't wire wrap it yourself, you won't learn as much. What are you doing this for? If you want to learn microcomputer hardware and software without going broke, the Popular Electronics ELF has no equal. …

COSMO'S FACE -- I take that back; there is something that the VIP is good at: Giving my robot a face. For a while I've been tinkering with a clanking heap of surplus submarine parts and wheelchair motors named Cosmo Klein. The Klein is an obscure mathematical allusion to the Klein Bottle, whos insides are identical to its outsides. Cosmo is a little like that, especially when he tips over and sends his insides spilling out onto the floor. Well, I got the notion that a COSMAC-generated face would be a marvelously humanizing touch. And so it is. If you want to see a good color picture of Cosmo and my VIP (with my own idiotically grinning mug in the background) check out Look Magazine dated April 30, 1979; it's the one with Jane Fonda on the cover. Maybe your library has it. The program which generates the face is included in this book, so I won't describe it here. Though you can't see it, my ELF is also inside, vainly trying to keep the monster from falling on his face. A CMOS robot is an old dream of mine, and I'm working on it, but for now I must pronounce his control circuitry (save for his face) a failure. Now you know who Captain Cosmo is. Yes indeed, that cute cartoon on the cover has a real model." – Captain Cosmo's Whizbang, by Jeff Duntemann, 1980.

“In addition to the VIP on his chest (which managed his face video and nothing else) he had a wire-wrapped machine inside his body, and a built-in OAE paper tape reader for getting his software up and running. (I punched the tapes on a DEC PDP11 system at Loyola University, where a friend worked at that time. The code was all written in binary, by hand.)” – Jeff Duntemann, Meet Cosmo Klein, COSMAC ELF.

"Cosmo Klein, a 4' tall robot with a TV-screen face, is a mutt bred from "junque" and computer chips. Cosmo has a World War II navy sonar-console body which was bought at a rummage sale for 25 cents and houses a homemade computer that monitors internal functions, like voltage regulation, speed, motion, and Armand hand action. Cosmo lives with Jeff and Carol Duntemann. Jeff is a Xerox engineer, science-fiction writer, and member of a group of "techies" who build futuristic gadgets. He has grander inspirations than Cosmo. "What I'm looking toward in maybe 40 years is a robot that will act as a companion to the emotionally disturbed and the severely retarded. The patience of machines is marvellous. They'll sit there and listen and talk back." " – A Robot for Every Home, by Lauren Freudmann, Look Magazine, April 30, 1979.

[feminismisstillahatemovement]

Purely by chance found myself reading the "45 Current Communist Goals" list that was read out in the U.S. House of Representatives and into the Congressional Record by Democrat representative A. S. Herlong on January 10th, 1963.

Some of the stated goals are not so pressing since the end of the Cold War and the fall of the Soviet Union, but the following ones seem far more pertinent today, 61 years on.

I'd be tempted to dismiss the list as simply "Red-Scare"-era hysteria, were it not for the fact they've all, fairly undeniably, come true: --------------------------------

Get control of the schools. Use them as transmission belts for socialism and current Communist propaganda. Soften the curriculum. Get control of teachers' associations. Put the party line in textbooks.

Gain control of all student newspapers.

Use student riots to foment public protests against programs or organizations which are under Communist attack.

Infiltrate the press. Get control of book-review assignments, editorial writing, policy-making positions.

Gain control of key positions in radio, TV, and motion pictures.

Continue discrediting American culture by degrading all forms of artistic expression. An American Communist cell was told to "eliminate all good sculpture from parks and buildings, substitute shapeless, awkward and meaningless forms."

Control art critics and directors of art museums. "Our plan is to promote ugliness, repulsive, meaningless art."

Eliminate all laws governing obscenity by calling them "censorship" and a violation of free speech and free press.

Break down cultural standards of morality by promoting pornography and obscenity in books, magazines, motion pictures, radio, and TV.

Present homosexuality, degeneracy and promiscuity as "normal, natural, healthy.”

Infiltrate the churches and replace revealed religion with "social" religion. Discredit the Bible and emphasize the need for intellectual maturity, which does not need a "religious crutch."

Eliminate prayer or any phase of religious expression in the schools on the ground that it violates the principle of "separation of church and state."

Discredit the American Constitution by calling it inadequate, old- fashioned, out of step with modern needs, a hindrance to cooperation between nations on a worldwide basis.

Discredit the American Founding Fathers. Present them as selfish aristocrats who had no concern for the "common man."

Belittle all forms of American culture and discourage the teaching of American history on the ground that it was only a minor part of the "big picture."

Support any socialist movement to give centralized control over any part of the culture--education, social agencies, welfare programs, mental health clinics, etc.

Infiltrate and gain control of more unions.

Transfer some of the powers of arrest from the police to social agencies. Treat all behavioral problems as psychiatric disorders which no one but psychiatrists can understand [or treat].

Dominate the psychiatric profession and use mental health laws as a means of gaining coercive control over those who oppose Communist goals.

Discredit the family as an institution. Encourage promiscuity and easy divorce.

Emphasize the need to raise children away from the negative influence of parents. Attribute prejudices, mental blocks and retarding of children to suppressive influence of parents.

Create the impression that violence and insurrection are legitimate aspects of the American tradition; that students and special-interest groups should rise up and use "united force" to solve economic, political or social problems.

[effy-writes]

Addict (Blitzø x Reader)

3: Pilot: Pill

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It’s been about 3 months since you moved it with Blitz/fucked him and Stolas, and ohhh boy Blitz sure does keep reminding you of it. He would always say how much you miss his dick and everytime you go take a shower he’s always like “Showering without me?”

“Yes, Blitz. Showering without you yet again.”

“Oh come on, we saw each other naked before!”

“Yeah a one time thing that I really don’t want to talk about.”

Now, with your addiction, you got away with taking adderal. It doesn't do much, but it's better than being sober. Sometimes whenever the crew goes out to kill, you will leave the office and go find either coke or meth and get high before they all come back. Blitz however, doesn't know that any of this is happening even though you guys been living together for 3 months now.

Blitz walked in front of the whiteboard while you were viciously sweeping the floor due to the amount of energy you had.

"Alright. Now, I know business has been... a bit slow lately, yes. It's no one's fault, okay? I'm not naming any names here... Moxxie. Now, does anyone have... any bright ideas on how we can get business drummin' up again?"

"What about a car wash?"

"This is Hell, Millie. No one cares about cars being clean here, okay? Wh- Ooh! What about a billboard?"

Moxxie rolled his eyes, "We can't afford a billboard, sir."

"Helpful, Moxxie. Really glad you're in the room right now. Have you guys forgotten what service we provide?"

Blitz proceeded to turn on the TV, showing everyone assassinating the humans from earth. 

"Ahh, those were the good times." Blitz reminisced.

"I don't need any reminding, sir. Considering you blew most of our salaries on an obnoxious TV ad last week. One that you then additionally paid to have run for a full three hours on a channel... nobody watches."

"Uh, hey. Excuse me? What's "obnoxious" about a super-fun jingle, alright? It's a fun distraction when an advertisement's spittin' bullshit! Y/n, any ideas?"

You stopped dead in your tracks. "Uh..I don't know. I'm a janitor."

"Useless." Blitz scoffed.

Loona received a call and answered nonchalantly, "I.M.P.", The two talked for a bit and she hung up.

"Colorado. Some guy named Eddie." She flipped a page of the magazine that she's reading.

"Finally." Moxxie said, getting up from his chair and walking towards the portal that Loona opened up.

You continued to sweep and mop the entire floor. Running around and dusting every little thing.

"Blitz isn't here, you can stop working." Loona said, not looking up from her magazine.

"I like to clean, keeps my mind busy."

An hour later you were on the floor, scrubbing the left over gunk with a toothbrush. Loona would occasionally glance at you and roll her eyes.

The door of the room opened up, making you stand up and pretend that you're not cracked out. "Uh, who's this?" You pointed to the boy laying on a stretcher.

"Moxxie was being retarded and shot the wrong person." Blitz huffed.

"I'm sorry, sir! I'd like to go on record and say that incident was Loona's fault. Dispatch is supposed to give us the right info on the target."

"Oh, sit on a dick, Moxxie."

"YOU sit! Sit on... a... and the... d-- DO YOUR JOB!!" He slammed his fist on the table.

"Hey, now. We don't blame our screwups on Loona, okay?! She didn't do anything wrooooong~"

"Are you kidding me, sir? She's awful!"

Loona flipped him off before answering the phone. "I.M.P....Blitz! That clingy, rich asshole is on the phone! Says it's urgent and wants to talk to you! Sounds a little DTF-y."

"Oh, GOD, it was one time! If Y/n and I hadn't slept with that privileged asshole, none of us would have access to the living world." He crossed his arms.

"...You what?" Moxxie looked disgusted.

"Blitz! What the fuck!?" You walked over to him. "That was supposed to be a secret!"

"Wait," Millie stood up. "You slept with our boss?" She smiled.

"I got sucked into it. Don't want to talk about it."

Blitz put his arm around you, "I don't know, you seem to enjoy it." He teased. You pushed him off and sat down next to Millie.

"Blitzzz answer the phone!" Loona groaned.

Blitz motioned you to come with him to the office to talk to Stolas. At first you shook your head and stayed still. "Dude, he wanted you, not me."

"We're in this together, I don't want to be left alone to talk to him."

You eventually gave in and followed Blitz into his office. He planted himself onto his chair and picked up the phone, "Hey Stolas."

"There's a political candidate causing trouble up on Earth for a few of my associates. He's trying to convince people global warming exists!"

"Doesn't it?" You replied.

"Well... yes. But, more people die if nothing is done about it. And it gets lonely here~"

"Okay, well. Yeah, that makes sense." Blitz agreed.

"You know what happens when I'm lonely, Blitzy and Y/n?"

"How come I don't get a nickname?" You joked.

"God-fuckin'-dammit." Blitz said under his breath.

"When I'm lonely, I become hungry. And when I become hungry, I want to choke on that red cock of yours...Y/n fingering me, and me licking all of your cum, before taking out your cock, and fucking Y/n while she’s sucking me with more teeth until she’s screaming daddy like a FUCKING baby--!"

Blitz ended the call, looking traumatized. You on the other hand was laughing your ass off. "Looks like he wants us to fuck him."

"You're enjoying this aren't you?"

"A little." You snickered.

Blitz broke his phone and blended it.

"Loona!" He shouted.

She entered the office and put her hands on her hip.

"Eat this. And then y'know that bridge over the freeway?"

"Yeah?"

"Shit off it!"

The three walked out of the office, you leaned against the door.

"Look, the point is, Loona is a valued member of our family, and we don't get rid of family." Blitz finished off the conversation from earlier.

"We aren't a family, sir! You are the boss! We are the employees! You treat her like she's some troubled teenager! She's more like a meth-addicted homeless woman you let man the phones!"

You and Blitz exchanged glances. He walked up to the window to change topics. "That is offensive! Without homeless people, I wouldn't have HALF the joy and laughter I do in this life!"

"While we're on the subject of "family", can you stop finding me and Millie outside of work? Can't you just hang out with Y/n instead?"

"Come on, sweetie! It's not that big a deal." Millie smiled.

"Excuse me...WHAT?!"

"Y/n and I live together, i'm up her ass as much as I'm up yours."

"You're literally up in my ass." You snorted.

"Just... stop... doing that!" Moxxie said to Blitz, but might as well as say it to you.

Blitz shrugged. "I don't see what the issue is! There somethin' you don't want me seein'?"

"No!"

"You a baby-wiener-haver?"

"Sir, what you say and how you act is totally INAPPROPRIATE!" Moxxie stood up.

"Calm down, Mox! You're gonna have another panic attack!"

"I AM CALM!"

"Shh-shh-shh. There, there."

"Look, I don't judge the boring couple stuff you do outside work hours. So, don't... judge me!" Blitz crossed his arms.

"Oh, I do judge you, sir! Quite a lot, actually! Y/n how come you don't stop him?"

"I have no control of what he does."

"Mox, he's our boss!"

"No-no-no, it's fine Mills, your husband is just... how do I say this without being offensive? ...retarded."

"Does immaturely insulting me make you feel better about your sad situationship with Y/n?"

"Moxxie for the last time we're not dating!" You interjected.

"Oh come on! You two are fucking each other, live with each other, and constantly flirting."

"Friends with benefits." You shrugged.

"Y/n has too many problems to date." Blitz stated.

"Fuck you too then! You have more problems than me!"

"At least I'm not a dru-"

"Don't." You gritted your teeth.

"Moxxie, the only reason you have a wife is because you're easy to manage!" Loona looked up from her phone.

Millie slams her hands against the table, "No, he's not, you BITCH!"

"Do not talk to my receptionist that way! She's sensitive!" Blitz crossed his arms.

"Yes, I am!"

"You guys are all fucking assholes."

Everyone looked at the kid.

"Oh, shut up, kid! You're lucky to witness this!" Blitz pointed his finger.

"It's been a literal hell having to pretend to be paralyzed so you fuckshits wouldn't kill me! But, now I want that. I want death!"

Eddie pointed to Blitz. "You are a selfish, greedy clown. And I'm a kid! We're supposed to like clowns! Even the creepy ones!"

"HA!" You slapped your knee.

"What's up with your teeth?" Eddie laughed, "Looks like you smoke meth, especially with your fucked up skin and the fact that half of your teeth is gone."

You put your hand over your mouth.

"Hey, now! That's not very--"

Eddie interrupted Moxxie, "If I wanted to hear from a spineless jackass, I'd rip out your spine and ask you some shit."

"That's my husband you're talkin' to!" Millie slammed her fist on the table.

"That's your husband?! I figured you for a slut. But, I didn't know you needed dick that bad! And you!" He pointed to Loona.

"What? What about me?"

"Nothing. I don't talk to dogs. I'm a cat person."

"Wow. Ah, y'know, kid, you kind of are a piece of shit." Blitz replied.

Everyone in unison agreed as you tugged on Blitz's sleeve to get his attention. "Are my teeth that bad?" You whispered in a sad voice, opening your mouth ever so slightly.

"Do you want me to be honest or nice?" He whispered back.

"Fuck you."

"Oh, fuck! Guys, I just got a text from our client! Guess he was the right target after all." Loona smiled.

"Who?"

"Him."

"Me?" Eddie said in disbelief.

"Yup." She said smugly.

"They wanted us to kill an actual child?" Blitz raised his eyebrow.

"That's what they're sayin'."

"...Well, Christ on a stick. I guess there is a God."

Blitz draws a flintlock pistol and fires it at Eddie, resulting in blood splattering everywhere.

"Y/n you're the janitor, go clean it up." Blitz smirked.

"Let me go to the bathroom first." You fast walked into the bathroom and locked the door, pulling out a baggy from your pocket. You poured the adderal onto your hand and brought it to your mouth, swollowing the white pills dry.

You left the bathroom once it kicked in, and cleaned up the mess while the others got rid of Eddie's body.

[soularia]

I come back from a long busy period ready to enjoy some games, instead I get hit with more woke flavor du jour (the attempt co-opting of Southeast asian culture by woke idiots).

Sweet Baby Inc. tried to extort 7Mil USD from GameSci and got told to fuck off, lol. Now they're mad and their journalist friends are piling on the game and team. Look, the fact is: we DO NOT like wasting money. The older generation has this perfected to an art form. Why should GameSci pay protection money not be called racist, when they can keep it? Sure, they'll be called racists by the bitter white-left journalists with student loan debt who couldn't write for TIME magazine and are now reduced to writing about games, but they'll be 7mil richer.

I don't get it thought, what is this lack of ✨dIvErSiTy✨ and iNcLuSiOn when the main character is a fucking monkey, the NPCs/characters are chinese, and it's based on classical chinese literature? Aren't chinese "people of color" or did the Woke skin color palette get updated recently? What is it that bothers Sweet Baby exactly? The lack of melanin in the skin of Southeast Asians?

These ongoing dramas with Japan and China has only confirmed one thing for me: that all you assholes on reddit, twitter and tumblr who yell about diversity, racism, sexism, and all the -isms in the world, are hypocrites. You're all cunts that use that bullshit as a mask, or you suffer from white guilt and allowed yourselves to become useful idiots. It's all well and good, you're free to do so but keep it to yourselves and don't try to push it on others that have nothing to do with this crap.

At least GameSci is not putting up with this.

PfttttHAHAHAHAHAHA!! 🤣👏🤣👏🤣👏👍🔥🔥🔥

"I present Ted with the opportunity" You prEsEnT him with the opPoRtUnItY? Take your head out of your ass, you arrogant prick. It's a game demo and not a struggle session.

The real reason why these green tea bitches are mad

Stop applying your beliefs on everything. Also take some mandarin classes and learn to understand colloquialisms because you sound like a retard right now. This tweet has been disproven btw.

I really want Black Myth to do well. It's the first time a chinese studio is attempting an AAA-tier game and it's really exciting. It could also could be an attempt to fill in the vacuum that's been left by shitty game companies in the west to get soft power with cultural exports…that's scary and I don't want that to happen 😱

I can 100% guarantee thought that if GameSci puts a Yasuke in Black Myth, shit's going to be reaaaaal bad for them. It will piss off Chinese internet. This will lead to the devs getting reported to the government who will tear them new assholes and then some crazy person will try to assassinate the devs for disrespect or something. Things tend to escalate very quickly over there.

[lounesdarbois]

Hebdo Marianne sorti aujourd'hui. Intox mon c* ou plutôt ma b*, n'est-ce pas, mister John-Michael? Merci pour la double page de pub gratuite!

Quelles que soient les conclusions de cette histoire les faits sont, comme le magazine du même nom, têtus. La seule raison du retard des conclusions est le ressentiment nourri par les trouillards envers "legztraimdrouâte" qu'ils croient voir en Soral et Xavier. Mais les faits sont là. Chirurgie. Perruque. Silhouette. Les documents sont là. Passés tronqués. Photos qui ne concordent pas. Mar-a-Lago. Et mille faisceaux d'indices graves et concordants comme dit un enquêteur lorsque les faits s'accumulent.

Il était fatal que la république soit un jour incarnée par les "membres d'un couple" comme celui-là. Et demain...

[sofya-fanfics]

Noël ensemble

Fandom : Fairy Tail

Relationship : Gray x Juvia

Voici ma participation pour le Year of the OTP 2023 pour le prompt : passer les fêtes ensemble.

J’espère que ça vous plaira.

Résumé : Gray regarda à nouveau vers la vitre. Les nuages étaient blancs, la neige allait bientôt tomber. Il espérait que cela n’allait pas retarder leur retour à Magnolia. Il ne le dirait à personne, mais il était impatient de rentrer, en particulier pour retrouver Juvia. Les vacances de Noël approchaient et Gray voulait les passer avec elle.

Disclaimer : Fairy Tail appartient à Hiro Mashima.

@yearoftheotpevent

AO3 / FF.NET

Le train roulait à pleine vitesse. Gray regardait le paysage défiler. Il restait encore une heure avant d’arriver à Magnolia. L’équipe Natsu revenait d’une mission qui avait duré plusieurs jours. Il regarda vers ses compagnons. Erza dormait à côté de lui. Wendy, qui était assise en face de lui, tenait sa tête entre ses mains, essayant d’ignorer son mal des transports. Carla avait sa patte posé sur son bras, tentant de lui apporter un peu de réconfort. La pauvre Wendy, pensa Gray. Si seulement il connaissait un moyen de l’aider à se sentir mieux. Par contre, il ne ressentait aucune empathie pour Natsu qui gémissait sur la banquette à côté de la sienne. Plus le train avançait et plus il était malade. Sa tête était posée sur les genoux de Lucy, qui lui caressait les cheveux. Happy lui faisait de l’air avec un magazine que la constellationniste avait acheté à la gare.

Gray regarda à nouveau vers la vitre. Les nuages étaient blancs, la neige allait bientôt tomber. Il espérait que cela n’allait pas retarder leur retour à Magnolia. Il ne le dirait à personne, mais il était impatient de rentrer, en particulier pour retrouver Juvia. Ces derniers temps, il pensait souvent à elle. Il avait l’impression qu’elle était constamment dans sa tête et dans son cœur. Ses sentiments ne faisaient que s’accentuer depuis les six mois qu’ils avaient passé ensemble avant qu’il n’infiltre Avatar. Les vacances de Noël approchaient et Gray voulait les passer avec Juvia.

Le train arriva en gare et lorsqu’il s’arrêta, Natsu sortit en courant. Gray se leva de la banquette et sortit sur le quai. Ils étaient enfin rentrés. Il sourit et se dit qu’il était temps pour lui de retrouver Juvia.

******

Après avoir fait leur rapport à Makarof, l’équipe Natsu était enfin libre de fêter Noël. La guilde avait été décorée pour l’occasion. Il y avait des guirlandes, des lumières, des figurines de rennes, de Père Noël et de bonhommes de neige. Un grand sapin était installé au centre de la salle. Une atmosphère joyeuse et festive régnait dans la guilde. Gray était assis à une table avec Erza. Il n’avait toujours pas touché à la chope que Mirajane lui avait servi. Il était occupé à regarder les personnes qui entraient dans la guilde.

« Elle ne va pas tarder à arriver, dit Erza. »

Gray sursauta. Il était tellement concentré sur la porte de la guilde, qu’il avait oublié qu’Erza était avec lui. Mais il ne lui avouerait jamais. Il avait bien trop peur qu’elle se vexe.

« De qui tu parles ? Demanda-t-il en feignant l’ignorance.

-De Juvia. C’est elle que tu attends. »

Gray rougit. Il ne pouvait pas la contre-dire. Erza ne put s’empêcher de rire légèrement.

« C’était évident, dit-elle en buvant une gorgé. »

Gray écarquilla les yeux. Est-ce qu’il était si transparent ? Il sentit soudain quelqu’un s’approcher de lui et des bras l’enlacer par derrière. Un parfum qu’il ne connaissait que trop bien l’enivra.

« Gray-sama ! Juvia est tellement heureuse de vous voir. Vous lui avez tellement manqué. »

Gray sourit. Il posa sa main sur la sienne et la serra.

« Tu m’as manqué aussi. »

Il n’aurait jamais cru que Juvia lui aurait manqué à ce point. Alors qu’elle avait ses bras autour de lui, il avait l’impression d’avoir trouvé sa place, que c’était le seul endroit où il se sentait bien. Erza s’en alla discrètement pour leur laisser plus d’intimité. Juvia s’assit à côté de Gray et un immense sourire illumina son visage lorsqu’elle se rendit compte que le mage de glace ne lui avait pas lâché la main. Elle lui posa des question sur sa mission et Gray lui répondit.

Une musique de Noël se fit entendre. D’habitude, Gray se moquait de Noël. Pour lui, ce n’était qu’une journée comme les autres. Mais pour la première fois de sa vie, il avait envi de le fêter.

« Est-ce que tu as prévu quelque chose pour Noël ? Demanda-t-il. »

Juvia secoua négativement la tête.

« D’habitude, Juvia le fête avec Gajeel. Mais cette année, il a prévu de le fêter avec Levy.

-Alors… Est-ce que ça te dirait qu’on passe les fêtes ensemble ? »

Il rougit et détourna le regard, gêné. Il n’avait pas l’habitude de faire ce genre de demande. Il jeta un coup d’œil vers Juvia. Elle avait ses mains devant sa bouche et était émue.

« Juvia en serait très heureuse. »

Elle se jeta dans ses bras. Gray réussit à se rattraper pour ne pas tomber de sa chaise et il passa ses bras autour de sa taille. Cette année, pour lui Noël sera spécial grâce à Juvia.

Fin

[a-queer-seminarian]

An excerpt from Eli Clare (1999) exploring the language used against and used by disabled & queer folk. TW for the r word.

_

"Handicapped, disabled, cripple, gimp, retard, differently abled. I understand my relationship to each of these words.

I scoff at handicapped, a word I grew up believing my parents had invented specifically to describe me, my parents who were deeply ashamed of my cerebral palsy and desperately wanted to find a cure.

I use the word disabled as an adjective to name what this ableist world does to us crips and gimps.

Cripple makes me flinch; it too often accompanied the sticks and stones on my grade school playground, but I love crip humor, the audacity of turning cripple into a word of pride.

Gimp sings a friendly song, full of irony and understanding. Retard on the other hand draws blood every time, a sharp, sharp knife.

In the world as it should be, maybe disabled people would be differently abled: a world where Braille and audio-recorded editions of books and magazines were a matter of course, and hearing people signed ASL; a world where schools were fully integrated, health care, free and unrationed; a world where universal access meant exactly that; a world where disabled people were not locked up at home or in nursing homes, relegated to sheltered employment and paid sweatshop wages. But, in the world as it is, differently abled, physically challenged tell a wishful lie.

...

Queer, like cripple, is an ironic and serious word I use to de- scribe myself and others in my communities. Queer speaks volumes about who I am, my life as a dyke, my relationship to the dominant culture. Because of when I came out-more than a decade after the Stonewall Rebellion-and where-into a highly politicized urban dyke community-queer has always been easy for me. I adore its defiant external edge, its comfortable internal truth. Queer belongs to me. So does cripple for many of the same reasons.

Queer and cripple are cousins: words to shock, words to infuse with pride and self-love, words to resist internalized hatred, words to help forge a politics. They have been gladly chosen — queer by many gay, lesbian, bi, and trans peoples, cripple, or crip, by many disabled people. ..."

- Eli Clare in Exile and Pride: Disability, Queerness, and Liberation (1999)

[paleblueeyessoyoung]

In this post I decided to pay attention to the album Pretty on the Inside. This idea came to me when I saw this bright pink record. I want to tell you a little bit about the beginning of the band as well as the album itself. I want to point out that this is all in a shortened version but I’m not going to omit some interesting facts.

Hole formed in 1989 in California with the help of Courtney Love and Eric Erlandson, with the backing of Kim Gordon (bassist and singer of the band Sonic Youth).

The first line-up also included Lisa Robert, Caroline Rue and Michael Harnett. Michael and Lisa were later replaced by Jill Emery. With them The band’s first singles, Retard Girl, Dicknail and Teenage Whore, was released .

After that, Hole began to be called one of the most promising bands in 1991. After confession, Courtney wrote to Gordon asking to become a permanent producer of project. In the envelope she placed a hairpin Hello Kitty(She may have brought it from Japan, where she had briefly lived before.)

The band's first album "Pretty on the Inside" was released in 1991. There were two producers involved in the recording and promotion, the aforementioned Kim Gordon and also Don Fleming.

The album reached number 59 on the list of the national hit parade in England. Tracks from it stayed in the charts for about a year.

This success was followed by the joint European tour Hole and MUDHONEY (American grunge band). It was at these Concerts that Courtney Love became known as the first female woman-performer to smash a guitar on stage.

After all that, Pretty on the Inside was named album of the year by "The Village Voice" magazine .

Well, I’ve been working on this for over an hour, so I hope you were interested in reading this❤️.

[x-heesy]

Phuck You very very much 🖕🏽

Your cellphone, your wallet, your time, your ideas

No bar-code, no party, no ID, no beers

Your bankcard, your license, your thoughts, your fears

No SIM card, no disco, no photo, not here

Your blood, your sweat, your passions, your regrets

Your profits, your time off, your fashions, your sex

Your pills, your grass, your tits, your ass

Your laughs, your balls, we want it all (we want your soul)

Your cash, your house, your phone, your life (we want your soul)

Tell us your habits, your fads, your fears

Give us your address, your shoe size, your years

Your digits, your plans, your number, your eyes

Your schedule, your desktop, your details, your life

Show us your children, your photos, your home

Here, take credit, take insurance, take a loan

Get a job, get a pension, get a haircut, get a suit

Play the lottery, play football, play the field, snort some toot

We'll show you shrinks, we'll show you spooks, we'll buy you drinks, throw away your books

We'll sell you crap, we'll charge you tax, we're out buying big guns and you'll front the cash (we want your soul)

Your cash, your house, your phone, your life (we want your soul)

Your thoughts, your emotions, your love, your dreams

Your checkbook, your essence, your sweat, your screams

Your security, your sobriety, your innocence, your society

Your self, your place, your distance, your space

Spoken:

Go back to bed America, your government is in control again.

Here. Watch this. Shut up.

You are free to do as we tell you.

You are free to do as we tell you.

(We want your soul)

Here's boy bands, here's Mackers, here's Britney, here's cola

Here's pizza, here's TV, here's some rock and some roller

Watch commercials, more commercials, watch Jerry, not Oprah

Buy a better life from the comfort of your sofa

Here's popcorn, here's magazines, here's milkshakes, here's blue jeans

Here's padded bras, here's armpit wax, here's football shirts, here's baseball caps

Here's live talk-shows, here's video games, here's cola-lite, here's ten more lanes

Here's filter-tips, here's collagen lips, here's all-night malls, here's plastic hips (we want your soul)

Your cash, your house, your phone, your life (we want your soul)

Spoken:

Go back to bed America, your government is in control again.

Here. Here's American Gladiators. Watch this. Shut up.

Go back to bed America, here's American Gladiators.

Here's 56 channels of it.

Watch these pituitary retards bang their fucking skulls together,

And congratulate you on living in the land of freedom.

Here you go America.

You are free to do as we tell you.

You are free to do as we tell you.

(We want your soul)

Your cash, your house, your phone, your life (we want your soul)

No hippies, no strays, no drop-outs, no gays

No lefties, no loonies, no opinions, no way

No thinkers, no teachers, no facts, no freaks

No skaters, no tweekers, no truth, no sleep

Here's popcorn, here's magazines, here's milkshakes, here's blue jeans

Here's padded bras, here's armpit wax, here's football shirts, here's baseball caps

Here's very very very very very very very very very very very very long infomercials

@frenchpsychiatrymuderedmycnut #vetomfz 👉🏾🖕🏽👈🏽

We Want Your Soul by Adam Freeland ☠️

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Hier j'ai passé une matinée nulle à coup de ratage de train parce qu'il était annoncé avec 5 min de retard mais il est parti à l'heure, dispute avec mon keum attente de 1h à la caisse du magasin de bricolage parce que le mec devant ne comprenait rien, je suis arrivée au travail j'ai dit à mes collègues "s'il arrive un souci cet aprèm je tue quelqu'un" 2 minutes après mon collègue va ranger un magazine je l'entends qui dit "euh... Claire viens voir" je vais voir les casiers de magazines s'étaient EFFONDRÉS en arrachant la moitié du meuble bah génial super incroyable

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I was obsessed with this song when it came out - in 2003. little did i realize how much worse it would get. i don't think i even had the ability as a freshly minted teenager to fathom a future worse than all of this. i don't think most of us did tbh. after all, we were promised the best and brightest and most fulfilling future of any generation. we lucky millennials. and yet 20 years later, here we are. living every dystopian nightmare we never thought possible as kids. in 20 years a song depicting what seemed like the worst outcome i could think of is now normal. idk maybe we should have seen all the blaring warning signs but for fucks sake most of them were buried in comedy, irony, sarcasm, fiction, or music that was mostly underground. no wonder we didn't think to take it seriously. anyway. have a listen. (and do keep in mind the language of the time) lyrics under the cut

Lyrics:

Your cellphone, your wallet, your time, your ideas. No bar-code, no party, no ID, no beers. Your bankcard, your license, your thoughts, your fears. No SIM card, no disco, no photo, not here. Your blood, your sweat, your passions, your regrets. Your profits, your time off, your fashions, your sex. Your pills, your grass, your tits, your ass. Your laughs, your balls, we want it all (we want your soul).

Your cash, your house, your phone, your life (we want your soul).

Tell us your habits, your fads, your fears. Give us your address, your shoe size, your years. Your digits, your plans, your number, your eyes. Your schedule, your desktop, your details, your life. Show us your children, your photos, your home. Here, take credit, take insurance, take a loan. Get a job, get a pension, get a haircut, get a suit. Play the lottery, play football, play the field, snort some toot.

We'll show you shrinks, we'll show you spooks, we'll buy you drinks, throw away your books. We'll sell you crap, we'll charge you tax, we're out buying big guns and you'll front the cash (we want your soul).

Your cash, your house, your phone, your life (we want your soul).

Your thoughts, your emotions, your love, your dreams. Your checkbook, your essence, your sweat, your screams. Your security, your sobriety, your innocence, your society. Your self, your place, your distance, your space.

[Bill Hicks] Go back to bed America, your government is in control again. Here. Watch this. Shut up. You are free to do as we tell you. You are free to do as we tell you.

Here's boy bands, here's Mackers, here's Britney, here's cola. Here's pizza, here's TV, here's some rock and some roller. Watch commercials, more commercials, watch Jerry, not Oprah. Buy a better life from the comfort of your sofa. Here's popcorn, here's magazines, here's milkshakes, here's blue jeans. Here's padded bras, here's armpit wax, here's football shirts, here's baseball caps. Here's live talk-shows, here's video games, here's cola-lite, here's ten more lanes. Here's filter-tips, here's collagen lips, here's all-night malls, here's plastic hips (we want your soul).

Your cash, your house, your phone, your life (we want your soul). [Bill Hicks] Go back to bed America, your government is in control again. Here. Here's American Gladiators. Watch this. Shut up. Go back to bed America, here's American Gladiators. Here's 56 channels of it. Watch these pituitary retards bang their fucking skulls together, and congratulate you on living in the land of freedom. Here you go America. You are free to do as we tell you. You are free to do as we tell you.

No hippies, no strays, no drop-outs, no gays. No lefties, no loonies, no opinions, no way. No thinkers, no teachers, no facts, no freaks. No skaters, no tweakers, no truth, no sleep.

Here's popcorn, here's magazines, here's milkshakes, here's blue jeans. Here's padded bras, here's armpit wax, here's football shirts, here's baseball caps. Here's very very very very very very very very very very very very long infomercials.

[justadumbasskid]

A 'Zzzt' event blew up my fucking magazine. This is why I always put my flammable shit in flame-retardant storage. Anyways I had to re-craft all this fucking ammo back.

[leafonsidewalk]

Mushrooms Help Clean up Toxic Waste

Through a process called mycoremediation, mushrooms can be used to remove chemicals from the soil and heavy metals from water through their mycelium (one of nature’s most resilient living organisms, fire-resistant, water-retardant, vegetative part of a fungus). Research suggests that mushrooms can convert pesticides and herbicides to less harmful compounds, remove heavy metals from brownfield sites (land that was once used for industry and now lies useless), and break down plastic. The main idea of mycoremediation is to use a fungi’s natural decomposition abilities to restore and regenerate land. With fire return intervals becoming increasingly shorter and fire severity growing more intense, ecologists have started to use mushrooms to repair severely scorched soil. 

Most of the breakdown of toxins/waste takes place before the fruiting body is formed.

The waste is typically fully absorbed by the fungus within a few weeks. The enzymes produced by a mushroom are able to break down a lot of different pollutants and the mycelia (mycelium plural) ‘digest’ the surface they grow on and convert it into nutrients and possibly edible mushrooms. Some species of fungi are being “trained” in labs to digest things like polypropylene face masks and plastic gloves. 

Mushrooms have been used to clean up oil spills in the Amazon, boat fuel pollution in Denmark, contaminated soil in New Zealand, and PCBs in the Spokane River. Mycoremediation is a natural, more gentle, and possibly cheaper alternative to the traditional “scrape and burn” approach towards environmental cleanup (where the contaminated soil is dug up and incinerated). The traditional method can remove potentially fertile soil but mycoremediation can help clean up the toxic soil while also improving soil fertility. 

Now the big question: if mycoremediation is so great, why don’t we see more of it on a larger scale?

Federal regulations require a 100% removal of the targeted contaminants within a short period of time, but we currently don’t know how effective the breakdown is when using fungi, and the speed of it. Also, each biohazard site may require a customized treatment; how a mushroom reacts to the site depends on the species, the contaminants present, and the local growing conditions. There’s also not much investment and funding in this area of science and biology, causing many scientists to seek other areas of work. 

Sources: Mushrooms Clean Up Our Toxic Messes - resilience, Mushrooms Clean Up Toxic Mess, Including Plastic. So Why Aren’t They Used More? - YES! Magazine (yesmagazine.org), Mycoremediation: How Fungi Can Repair Our Land | Office of Sustainability - Student Blog (usfca.edu)

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Sandra Bullock's Ex-Husband Jesse James Denies Cheating On Pregnant Wife, But Admits To Texting Ex 

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By:Connor Surmonte

Dec. 4 2022, Published 3:55 p.m. ET

Jesse James recently responded to his pregnant wife’s allegations the motorcyclist enthusiast cheated on her during a “blowout fight” between the pair, RadarOnline.comhas learned.

James’ wife, former adult film star Bonnie Rotten, accused the vehicle mechanic-turned-TV star of cheating on her with “other women” on Thursday in a post published to Instagram.

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“Jesse is busy trying to f–k other women while I’m pregnant,” wrote Rotten, who married James in June.

“I’m so hurt by everything he has done to me,” she wrote in a second post. “He didn’t give a f--- about anyone but himself he’s truly a disgusting human being.”

But James ultimately responded to his pregnant wife’s allegations on Friday with a social media post of his own. 

Although the 53-year-old denied being unfaithful to Rotten, he did admit to texting one of his ex-girlfriends while he and his wife were engaged in a lovers’ blowout quarrel.

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“Baby I didn’t cheat on you I swear!!” he wrote on Instagram on Friday. “I’m sorry we got into a fight. I’m sorry I called you a ‘retard’ when we were fighting.”

“I know that just made you more mad, and didn’t do anything to make the situation better. It was out of line and childish and immature. I’m sorry I did that,” James continued alongside a series of photos of the couple together.

“Please know. I’ve never thought about cheating on you. I’ve never tried to cheat on you. I’ve never had the urge to cheat on you. You are the only one I want, forever,” he wrote further. “Every chick that was hanging around back then got told I was in love with you and I couldn’t see them anymore. This was me making efforts to secure your trust and do things the right way. (What a ‘Man’ does).”

“I really thought we were done, and I was so mad and acted out of anger and spite,” the eponymous Jesse James: Outlaw Garage host concluded his post. “I know this hurt you and I’m sorry. I unfollowed her and won’t contact again.”

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As RadarOnline.com previously reported, James’ plea to his pregnant wife came just before the TV host’s $250 million 2010 divorce details with actress Sandra Bullock were exposed by this outlet.

Bullock’s fortune was estimated at around $125 million when the former couple split in 2010, while James’ fortune was estimated to also be around $125 million as a result of his custom motorcycle empire, magazine, restaurant and production company.

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Jesse James has been cancelled to me and the rest of the world since he cheated on Sandra bullock and was exposed as an antisemite. Him being exposed as a disgusting cheater again is not shocking

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Le cerisier en fleur

Fandom : Fairy Tail

Relationship : Natsu x Lucy

Voici ma participation pour le Fictober 2023 pour le prompt : « Il n’est pas trop tard, allons-y. »

J’espère que ça vous plaira.

Résumé : Lucy regarda l’heure. Plus que cinq minutes avant que le train n’arrive à la gare. Elle savait qu’elle allait arriver en retard. C’était inévitable. Aujourd’hui un cerisier se mettait en fleur. Ce n’était pas n’importe quel cerisier. Il ne fleurissait qu’une fois par an pendant une heure.

Disclaimer : Fairy Tail appartient à Hiro Mashima.

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Lucy regarda l’heure. Plus que cinq minutes avant que le train n’arrive à la gare. Elle savait qu’elle allait arriver en retard. C’était inévitable. À la fin de leur mission, Natsu, Happy et Lucy avaient loupé leur train et devaient attendre le suivant. C’est trop tard, pensa-t-elle. Même s’ils arrivaient dans cinq minutes, elle n’aurait jamais le temps d’aller jusqu’au parc.

Aujourd’hui un cerisier se mettait en fleur. Ce n’était pas n’importe quel cerisier. Il ne fleurissait qu’une fois par an pendant une heure. La couleur des p��tales était si vive que seul un arbre magique était capable d’une telle prouesse. C’était un évènement exceptionnel où tous les habitants de Magnolia se réunissaient au parc pour fêter cette journée.

Lucy l’avait déjà loupé l’an passé et elle était persuadée de la louper encore cette année. Elle soupira, déçue. Elle tourna le regard vers Natsu quand elle l’entendit gémir. Il était allongé sur le ventre sur la banquette en face d’elle. Il était au plus mal et plus le train avançait, plus il était malade. Happy était à côté de lui et essayait de lui faire de l’air avec un magazine que Lucy avait acheté avant qu’ils ne montent dans le train. Pauvre Natsu, pensa-t-elle. Elle se pencha vers lui et lui caressa les cheveux.

« Ça va aller Natsu, on est bientôt arrivé. »

Pour toutes réponses, elle n’eut qu’un gémissement du chasseur de dragon. Elle regarda par la fenêtre et vit que le train entrait en gare. Dès qu’il s’arrêta, Natsu fut le premier passager à sortir. Lucy l’entendit crier : « Enfin arrivé ! » et ne put s’empêcher de rire légèrement. Au moins, il n’était plus malade. Lucy et Happy le rejoignirent sur le quai. Natsu avait retrouvé toute sa vitalité. Lucy regarda à nouveau l’heure. C’était trop tard.

« Tout va bien Lucy ? Demanda Happy. Toi aussi tu étais malade dans le train ? »

Natsu lui lança un regard inquiet. Elle secoua négativement la tête et sourit pour les rassurer. Après tout, ce n’était pas si grave que ça.

« Ce n’est rien. C’est juste que l’on va louper la fleuraison du cerisier.

-C’est vrai que tu l’as déjà loupé l’année dernière, dit Natsu.

-Ce n’est pas grave. Je la verrai l’année prochaine. »

Le regard de Natsu s’illumina comme s’il venait d’avoir une idée.

« Il n’est pas trop tard, allons-y.

-Ce n’est pas possible, dit Lucy. On est trop loin du parc. »

Mais Natsu ne l’écoutait plus et expliqua son plan à Happy.

« Si tu emmène Lucy en volant, vous y serez beaucoup plus vite.

-Et toi Natsu ?

-Je connais un raccourci. Je dois aller chercher quelque chose. Je vous rejoindrai. »

Happy acquiesça. Il déploya ses ailes et sans plus attendre, il attrapa Lucy par sa chemise. Tous deux s’envolèrent. Lucy avait l’impression que jamais Happy n’avait volé aussi vite et qu’il faisait tout pour arriver à temps pour la fleuraison. Au bout d’un moment, elle finit par apercevoir le parc.

« On est arrivé ! S'exclama joyeusement Happy. »

Tous deux sourirent. Une fois arrivés au parc, Happy posa doucement Lucy au sol. Elle regarda autour d'elle. Elle avait l'impression que toute la ville s'était réunie pour la fleuraison. Elle pouvait voir également des membres de la guilde. Une atmosphère festive et chaleureuse régnait. Une pointe d'impatience était également palpable. Le cerisier allait fleurir d'un moment à l'autre.

« Lucy ! Happy ! »

Lucy vit Natsu arriver en courant et remarqua qu'il tenait quelque chose dans les bras. Il s'arrêta devant eux et déplia la couverture qu’il tenait avant de la poser par terre. Il s'assit dessus, imité par Happy, et tendit la main vers Lucy.

« J'ai pensé que se serait plus confortable comme ça.

-Tu as eu une bonne idée. »

Elle accepta la main de Natsu et elle s'assit à côté de lui.

« Regardez ! S'exclama Happy en montrant le cerisier. Ça commence ! »

Lucy regarda l'arbre avec émerveillement. Le vert des feuilles était vif et les pétales roses s'ouvraient doucement. Elle avait l'impression qu'ils scintillaient à la lumière tels des petits diamants. Elle pouvait ressentir la magie qui émanait de l'arbre. Elle n'avait jamais rien vu de tel.

« C'est magnifique, dit-elle.

-Oui. »

Elle sentit Natsu passer son bras autour de ses épaules. Elle ne put s'empêcher de rougir. Son cœur s'accéléra, mais elle ressentait une agréable sensation. Elle posa sa tête sur les épaules du chasseur de dragons, qui la serra un peu plus contre lui. Elle se blottit dans ses bras, profitant du spectacle du cerisier et de l'agréable chaleur que Natsu lui procurait.

Elle espérait pouvoir passer les prochaines fleuraisons aussi heureuse dans les bras de Natsu.

Fin

[alain-keler]

Mercredi 21 juin 2023.

Fête de la musique, place Saint-Georges. Petit oubli. Un orchestre et une femme qui danse devant mon café préféré, ou tout au moins celui ou je donne mes rendez-vous.

 Cette photo aurait dû paraître jeudi dernier, le journal d’un photographe étant quotidien, et pas un hebdo comme le journal du dimanche. 

  Pourquoi je mentionne le JDD ? Parce que le nouveau propriétaire du groupe Vivendi, Vincent Bolloré a nommé à la tête de la rédaction Geoffroy Lejeune, ancien rédacteur en chef du très droitier (voire extrême droite) magazine Valeurs Actuelles. 

  Comme l’écrit dans son éditorial daté d’aujourd’hui le journal le Monde « Un journal est un écosystème fragile qui tire sa crédibilité non pas d’une objectivité qui lui sera toujours contestée, mais de sa capacité à chercher une cohérence éditoriale à l’abri des influences extérieures. Lorsque le projet consiste à figer les rapports de force au sein d’une rédaction pour jouer un camp politique contre un autre, l’information menace à tout moment de basculer dans les polémiques stériles, les vérités alternatives et une propagande qui sont aux antipodes de l’information. Pour le JDD le risque d’un tel basculement est bien réel »…

   Valeurs actuelles sous la rédaction en chef de Geoffroy Lejeune a soutenu pendant la campagne présidentielle Eric Zemmour, l’homme qui a osé dire que sous Pétain les juifs français de la zone dite libre (Vichy) ne furent pas déportés dans les camps de la mort.*

  Je reprends encore l’éditorial du Monde : Les « « unes » de valeurs Actuelles ciblant la mafia Soros, en référence au milliardaire philanthrope juif Georges Soros, et le récit de sept pages « « Obono l’Africaine » dans lequel l’élue de la France insoumise est dépeinte en esclave avec un collier en fer au cou**. 

 Un homme, fut-il milliardaire comme Vincent Bolloré ne doit pas pouvoir influencer l’opinion publique avec les journaux, magazines, radios et chaines de télévision qu’il possède, ou est sur le point de posséder. Nous avons un très bon exemple de ce qu’et la presse dans un pays comme le Russie, où les journalistes opposants ont dû s’exiler pour faire leur métier.

  Vous avez bien compris que ce qui n’est pas le cas du Journal d’un photographe, indépendant et fier de l’être.

Tout ceci valait bien une parution avec une semaine de retard !

* Deux grands- mères, un grand père, une sœur de ma mère âgée de treize ans, une sœur et un frère de mon père, tous juifs français ne revinrent jamais des camps de l’indicible…

** Le directeur de la rédaction et un journaliste furent condamnés pour « injure à caractère raciste ».