People: I know that you want tattoos but you shouldn’t get them as soon as you’re eighteen!! You need to be sure that you’ll still want them when you’re grown up!!!! You might like a tattoo now but you can’t be sure you’ll still like it in your forties or fifties!!!!!!!!
Me, a person who has trouble visualising the future and literally cannot imagine themself living past about 25: okay…
Hey op did you ever get the tattoo? Do you still like it?
Fuck this is a wild one to see again, especially as someone now about 3 weeks away from officially making it past 25:
– I remember 2016 as being the worst year of my fucking life, in ways it’s gonna be hard to beat and the universe better not fuckin try
– since 2016, I’ve gotten a degree in a field that I love, been in a toxic relationship, had a toxic relationship end, been in a kind but ultimately not what we wanted relationship, had that end too, been single for a while, learned I’m trans, started hrt, gotten in a different lovely proudly queer relationship which I’m very happy in, made friends, lost friends, mourned friends, made new friends, gotten a job I liked, made manager, quit, got another job that lets me do a bit of good in the world, gotten top surgery, travelled, swam shirtless in the warm sea, written half a dozen zines and a poetry chapbook, performed poetry, accepted I’m probably never gonna make a career out of poetry alone, gone on and off and on again various mental health treatments and hopeful that this one will stick for as long as it needs to, walked probably a thousand or more cumulative miles wearing through the soles of half a dozen or more boots, laughed, cried, rested, collapsed from fatigue, crawled back out again
– if I could reach back to the kid making this post… buddy, I’m not gonna say it’ll all be alright, because that’s pat and trite and diminishes the very real struggles of growing. But we cut our hair and change our name and grow a beard and we’re not Quite out of the shitty little hometown but we’re getting there. I think you’d like the jumper I’m wearing. I saw mcr live and I know you’d kill me with jealousy for it. I took you with me, as much as I could. I still think you’ve got great taste in movies, and I’ve got some new recs for you.
– I now have 4 tattoos! None of them are the ones I thought I’d have, but that’s okay. The first one is not an art style I’d choose today but the design holds a ton of meaning for me, and always will, and I don’t regret it. The other 3 are a more cohesive art style – maybe I could have changed the placement or tweaked some details, but I don’t need to, they’re part of me now and they’re beautiful for it. I’m excited to get more and to live long enough to reflect on them like this again and again and again
– 25 felt impossibly old to you. Right now it feels both impossibly old and impossibly young. I’m glad I got to see what it brought me, even the shit parts
– I’ll put aside a slice of cake next month in your honour
I’m glad I asked. I’m glad you’ve made it this far. I hope we both make it another 10 years and it keeps being worth it.
at some point in your life you will be boiling fruit, water, sugar, and lemon juice in a pot to make a syrup or jam. the instructions will tell you to simmer for a certain amt of time. your timer will go off and you will look at the pot and go, “hm, this doesn’t look thick enough. maybe i’ll let it go for another 10 minutes.” this is the devil speaking. it’s only so liquid right now because it is at boiling point. it will thicken when it cools down. learn from the follies of my youth and do not let this happen to you
at some point in your life you will be making a sauce or a stew in which you need to add cornstarch to thicken it. and you will prepare a slurry of starch in cold water and think “this looks like way too little starch to thicken this amount of liquid.” this is the devil speaking. cornstarch instantly polymerizes at 95°C and if you add too much it will turn into an impossibly thick goop.
it’s crazy that you used to be able to look up specific clips from a tv show on youtube. now regardless of your search terms you get 6 unrelated promo reels from the show’s official account, 6 unrelated clips of literally anything else youtube thinks you might click on, 6 unrelated promo reels from the network’s official account, 6 more completely arbitrary recommendations, 6 show trailers and publicity videos of the actors by content mills called ‘pop glutton’ and ‘comedy chunk’ and finally raw gameplay footage of a mobile freemium slots game and a video essay called Liberals Can’t Belive It: 10 Times Hitler Was Shockingly Woke
you know the internet is dying when you can’t even search glup shitto funniest moments and find a single relevant result
our data wizards crunched the numbers, and they discovered something truly incredible: users spend up to 10x longer on the website when they can’t find what the fuck they came looking for
you joke but this is literally what google realised and changed with google search and youtube.
profit projections looked like it wasn’t going to be infinite growth for a quarter, and so the head of ads ousted one of the founders and implemented drastic measures to increase search queries. these measures were: making their services worse. this is NOT an exaggeration. it’s actually crazy how anti-consumer google is as a company now.
The blogpost linked above is made by Ed Zitron, who is a tech writer and pr specialist. The blogpost itself sources and links to emails released as part of court records, hosted on justice.gov. I have read these emails, and in my opinion the blogpost explains these correctly.
Do read the article, and maybe even the emails as well though they are formatted in a way which makes them harder to follow (chronologically bottom-up with no visible distinction between adress line and body).
needed to post one of my favorite fo3 moments: a recital of sara teasdale’s poem “there will come soft rains” by a mr handy doing eternal maintenance for a home which has been decrepit for centuries…daily routine unseen by the long gone family, and the robot unaware of itself as a memorial
