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Shout out to the USA for pissing Canadians off so bad it flipped an entire election that was supposed to be a landslide for the center-right, forever in your debt o7

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Not so fun fact! As tariffs cause imports to slow down, less truck drivers will be on the roads delivering goods because there's nothing to deliver! Truckers will begin to be laid off. Guess what that means! Lower gas prices, because less of a demand.

It also means food, furniture, hygiene products, basically anything shipped into the U.S. (which is a lot more than you'd think), will be much more expensive! So yayyy gas will be cheaper, but who cares if you can't afford anything else.

So, while that statement is currently accurate, gas prices will probably go down, and he will gloat about it. And maga will rejoice. And they won't realize it's because everything else has gotten so goddamned expensive.

Trump says gas now costs 1.98. Around me it’s 2.75 I don’t know what fucking state you live in where gas is 1.98

Lowest gas price is in Mississippi but even then it’s 2.60

Any trump supporters want to say he isn’t lying? Just admit it. Please stop gaslighting yourself

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My uncle is in town and I actually adore being around him. My dad's girlfriend asked him to explain his last job and when she didn't understand, he said, "The nothing is all things that make sense if you understand the encoding language". WHAT DOES THAT MEAN.

He said this while pacing around my kitchen eating raw green beans.

This is the same man that refuses to explain any of his past jobs, breaks a bone almost every year, and is the smartest human I have ever met. And he also has chronic anxiety and looks like a wet cat.

He doesn't sleep, encouraged me to blackmail members of the government, and builds laser cutters using old film and recording technology. For fun.

He speaks in riddles just to piss people off. If you ask him to clarify, he gets annoyed. If you respond, especially if you respond in riddle, he becomes very pleased.

My dad and him have been best friends their entire lives. He's not blood related, he just randomly shows up in my life, says cryptic shit and gives me amazing advice, and then vanishes again.

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If you're using gen AI because "you want to make art but don't know how/can't learn/it's easier/whatever"

You don't want to make art.

You want someone to make art for you, but you don't want to pay or exchange anything of equal value for it, and also you want it right now, in whatever style you fancy that moment, and in whatever quantity you want. You're greedy and entitled and it is just that simple. You don't want to make anything.

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We have 30 days until the National Environmental Policy Act (NEPA) laws are rescinded. This is the 50-year bedrock of American conservation. Normally, these actions take years but the administration has provided 30 days for public comment gutting clean water and clean air. Drop what you’re doing, before you make any more calls or read any more social media posts, please populate the Federal Register with dissent.

A. Go to https://www.federalregister.gov/documents/2025/02/25/2025-03014/removal-of-national-environmental-policy-act-implementing-regulations

B. Click on the green rectangle in the upper right corner ("SUBMIT A PUBLIC COMMENT") .

C. Fill in your comment, and info at the bottom, and SUBMIT COMMENT.

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My art class doesn't stop for it. We'll have entire conversations through the pledge or ignore it entirely. My art teacher was annoyed at first because she was worried she'd get in trouble with the district, but she's given up on correcting us and I've seen her ignore the pledge a few times as well now.

dear usamerican high schoolers looking for a way to resist fascism: sit through the pledge of allegiance.

no getting up. no looking at the flag.

everyone will be looking at you. you'll be sweating like a fucking hippopotamus. your teacher will sternly tell you to get up. you'll feel stupid and that maybe its not worth it because you're just a kid in a classroom. but I'm here to remind you that there are no real life consequences to detention. there are however real life consequences to resisting a thoughtless performance of nationalism.

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Watching ENA at midnight is an experience that transcends reality. Sure you could do brain-altering drugs, or you could watch ENA instead, and have the same response without the annoying side effects.

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I don’t think there was anything that could prepare me for the violent, gut-wrenching grief the game Spiritfarer caused me when I first played it. Like going into it I knew what it was about and it still caught me off guard with how human and gentle it is. Sprout, Scout, Honeybee, Munchkin, Peanut, Bambina, Bella, Little One, Big Hat, Commander... Stella was so much to so many people and she didn't need to speak once to communicate her love and care.

The futality of it all... The fact we tried so hard to save them this time but we couldn't stop them from meeting their fate once more... Only take them there and give them one last hug... And they never left us! They watch us and guide us from the stars!

And not even the psychopomp is forever, Charon went before us and now it's our turn but it doesn't feel like it should be it feels like we have so much more to do but we died young and so we must join them while we are still young and our sister is always there with us but only at night when nobody else is and always through the flowers and words she leaves us because that's the only thing the dead can hold onto.

Do you think our boat was filled with flowers too when we left? Do you think it was daffodils?

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I love reading cheesy fanfic. I'm begging you, publish it. I don't care if 'it's been done before' PLEASE GIVE ME ANOTHER ONE OF THOSE

GIVE ME THE GENERIC TROPES, GIVE ME THE 'oh. Oh.' GIVE ME THE STUNNING BROWN ORBS. ITS THE BEST THING IVE EVER READ AND THERE WILL NEVER BE ENOUGH OF THEM

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@hughestism

Omg I forgot about that. I remember one year the surfer dude was stuck in purgatory and our moms (the camp leaders for everyone else) were so disturbed. The weird eerieness that haunts campfire songs is something that can't be replicated on a commercial scale.

the degree that parents of young children seem to think Baby Shark came out of nowhere astounds me. this is a DECADES-OLD camp song, that has spanned generations. 

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Heyo guys, I'm just sharing a little commission with yall today that was made by the lovely @smallpwbbles, featuring the ark siblings themselves based on a script/prompt I did over a year ago.

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HEY GUYS WANNA HEAR ABOUT THE THING THAT HAS BEEN HAVING ME LOSE MY MIND FOR THE PAST THREE HOURS?

i saw a reel on Instagram today by international.poetry.forum about Dr. Emily Wilson's translation of Homer's The Illiad. now, i have yet to read The Illiad, but this video speaks on something Achilles says after the death of Patroclus. in Dr. Wilson's translation, she translates this part exactly from greek into english. Dr. Wilson writes "I loved him like my head, my life, myself." the reel tells us that very few translations have this direct translation in them. instead, most translators use metaphors that are more english and more current. we do not say "i love them like my head," that's a very greek phrase. we do have the phrase "it cost an arm and a leg" or "i'd give my right arm for..." for example, but Achilles doesn't mean this like we do when we say an arm and a leg. he means it literally. to lose Patroclus was more than losing any part of himself, it was losing everything. because Patroclus WAS everything.

this metaphor is also beautiful because it forces us to see this through a lens that is not our own. international.poetry.forum tells us that using this phrase that we do not use is an example of "poetic strangeness." we understand immediately what it is to say "I loved him like myself," but to hear a phrase like this forces us to think about how the ancient greeks--how Homer--would've meant it. to me, personally, hearing a phrase that is used often and casually causes it to lose a bit of its fortitude. to say that you love something like yourself is not inherently less meaningful, but to make you consider it as not just yourself, but your head--your brain--forces you to look at its intensity with full force. one cannot live without a head. losing Patroclus was not just losing himself, it was losing his personhood. his identity. his existence.

to think about it in a slightly more abstract way, your head is the source of most sensation. even if you were to be able to survive when you are decapitated, your sense of sight, your sense of hearing, your sense of taste, and your sense of smell all come directly from your head. you see with your eyes, hear with your ears, and so on. the idea of losing your sensation--of losing your ability to feel anything--feels to me like it may be a metaphor for depression. to adore someone so entirely that when you lose them, it feels like you've not only lost your ability to live as you did, but you can no longer feel anything FEELS like falling into depression.

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Eurylochus, Polities and Odysseus are the archetypal soldier, poet and king. Like, it doesn't get more fitting than that.

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Happy Ides of March!!

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There is something so bittersweet about returning to older fandoms for me now. It's like returning home, but the home needs a good sweeping and no one has tended to the garden in a long time.

It's still warm and cozy, despite the subtle draft that now whistles through. Everything is still in place, just with a soft blanket of dust. The pictures of everyone are still hung up, though they no longer provide an accurate reference of the people in them.

It's okay, but it's different from when you first experienced or enjoyed that piece of media. Sort of a graveyard of hyperfixations, but you know it will be alright because a few people still occasionally stop by and leave flowers.

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honest to god can’t stop thinking about this song about jeff bezos by philip labes (link takes you to his spotify). it’s such a good example of politically driven folk music.

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So I just found some poetry from middle school. My immediate reaction was embarrassment but honestly it's kind of precious to read and to see how far I've come.

Although if I describe anyone as "the Mater to my lightning McQueen" ever again, you are allowed to take me out, I don't need to be on this mortal coil anymore.