moss, 30ish, they/them (xe/xem if written, but spoken english x sucks actually) US-based so I’m probably going to be pretty america-centric, sorry to every other country

 i believe in descriptive language rather than prescriptive and i think terfs are fuckin dumb. i think people can change and also be held accountable, and i think we probably shouldnt build parasocial relationships with people we haven’t actually had a conversation with. 

UH if you do need something tagged, you can ask, but odds aren’t great for 100% accuracy. 

you’re probably not going to enjoy following me if you enjoy a. any sort of cohesive post schedule, b. rigid belief systems, or c. picking fights online

all things subject to change without warning

vaspider:

aflo:

10april:

good thing it didn’t freak out or anything

My wife and I laid here for like 2 minutes with me just dragging my finger back across the screen over and over to watch it.

loveitorreblogit:

crazy-brazilian:

Cain and Abel:

strayknight:

the thing about speaking truthfully from your heart and also being deadpan in your tone is that people will think that you are constantly lying or are being sarcastic. i have never lied about anything ever. except for the times i did lie. but most of those times it was either for the bit or because i thought it would be funny.

teaboot:

My first time operating CCTV cameras I was handed control over what was essentially 50 independently moving eyes that collectively covered an area about the size of a football field and from that experience I now know that

1. Suddenly having 50 moving eyes can make you disoriented and barfy and the adjustment period sucks ass
2. It takes both more and less time than you’d think to figure out what the structure as a whole looks like and where those eyes ARE
3. After you get used to it the entirety of the structure itself and all of the eyes you can see from feels like an extension of your nervous system in a very bizarre way. Like I have dreams now from the perspective of A Building and I’m not sure how to describe that.
4. Once you are aware of an unreachable blind spot it nags at you constantly and you can feel it like a hard little lump under your skin you need to poke and scratch at and it’s ardghgguychgghhbhhhbhhh

batmanisagatewaydrug:

anyway I was having this very vivid and unaccountably funny dream about what I suppose you would call a heist crew, except their MO was less about stealing and more about breaking into rich shitheads’ houses to throw absolute ragers and trash the place and then disappear into the night. it was all very sleek and admittedly even sexy but the main thing I remember about this dream is that the leader of the group, who’s exactly the kind of smooth young hotshot you think he is, was always in the process of getting spectacularly dumped at these parties. always a different woman. months of planning and stress and then when he should be in his element kicking back, accepting congratulations on all sides, man of the hour, he’s getting dumped. again. and his whole crew is watching with a very low amount of sympathy because they love the guy but ooooh they know better than anyone that he deserves this. what the fuck was my subconscious cooking with this.

zicygomar:

topherchris:

awesome news, everyone!!

sailor-crusader:

glubby:

This is the painting in question:

redstonedust:

people talk about the weirdness of seeing school friends get married and have kids but its even crazier when its online friends. like bro i’ve seen your carrd kin list. we went to homestuck together. brothers in chronically online arms. what do you MEAN youre pregnant.

bogleech:

Even my most logical well-meaning relatives genuinely believe this city is trashed and dangerous, even if they believe that’s no one’s fault, so I made them a video of me driving in a straight line through the very middle which you’re also welcome to show people who are being stupid. This is what the maligned “downtown” looks like and has always looked like, and even at night there’s still just families out walking their dogs and late-night shops and theaters open.

When you rank all U.S. cities by crime rate, Portland is #144 out of 200, making it one of the safest cities in the country. The reason there are people who claim it’s “gone to hell” is that it allegedly used to be still safer than that some twenty years ago, and because the city slightly tolerates unhoused people more than many other cities. The latter is really the dividing issue, the entire narrative that it’s “gone to shit” and become some sort of ruined apocalyptic anarchy is almost entirely because soulless rich people can now see more poor people sleeping on sidewalks, which frightens and repulses them.

Trump claiming it’s “hell” and declaring war on it is based entirely on there being consistent protests outside just the ICE headquarters, so basically ICE creature things are sobbing to their daddy figure that they feel Less Safe than they wanted.

Anyway, sorry for the glare and the bits where it focuses on the dirty windshield (it rained, and then it got dusty the same day), I didn’t make it to be like a nice “content video.” Enjoy google GPS at the beginning attempting to understand the word “couch.”

xeduo:

xeduo:

xeduo:

Okay so I’m an elementary school art teacher right, and I have this really fun game I made a PowerPoint for to teach like, emotions and intent and looking at the whole picture to first grade.

The idea is, when we count down and change slides, kids have to mimic one thing in the painting as best they can, whether it’s animate or inanimate. If there’s nothing in the shot for them to mimic (because I threw some contemporary abstract stuff in), they have to show me how the painting makes them feel. Easy enough, gets them excited to move around and vocal about their feelings regarding art, it’s very chaotic. I can tell pretty fast who’s got the emotional maturity to mimic things in a complex way, and who’s just enough of an abstract thinker to mimic inanimate objects early on in the game…

So the first picture is this:

Napoleon Crossing the Alps. My favorite reactions are usually the kids who pretend to be the freaked-out horse, but 2 memorable occasions were the one where a student immediately scrunched up to be the rock in the foreground, and the one where a pair of girls, without any communication on their parts, decided to be Napoleon riding the horse with one as Napoleon and one as the horse. Basically one of them fully tackled the other apropos of nothing, it was hilarious

I’ll add more if y’all want or if I feel like it lol I have a bunch of stories from this one game

Okay so later in the lineup we get to Dalí’s Persistence of Memory, which is very funny because it’s preceded by several pieces that have like, obvious people in them, so everyone’s gotten a bit complacent in their mimicry

In case you’ve forgotten, this is Persistence:

And I swear every time, there’s a beat right before everyone either becomes a tree by t-posing for their life, or goes boneless like some kind of child-shaped pancake over the nearest flat surface

Highlights from this one include a pair who decided to drape themselves pancake-style over the same desk and banged heads, resulting in 2 ground pancakes, and someone who fully just stood there staring, and explained that they were expressing the hatred they felt as soon as they saw it

Last installment: one of the pictures is The Scream, and everyone very quickly just makes a 😱 face, but then we get to talk about my favorite “throw spaghetti at the wall” topic, why is he screaming? (The answer is Existential Dread, but it’s not appropriate to tell 1st graders that so instead we all put out other ideas lol)

In case you haven’t looked at it recently, this is The Scream:

My favorite guesses from the kids to Why Is He Screaming:

-those guys behind him are going to arrest him

-he missed his boat and it’s one of the ones in the background, he just noticed

-the sky’s all wiggly

-he just wanted to scream

-HE CAN SEE THE CLASS OF FIRST GRADERS LOOKING AT HIM AND HE DOESN’T LIKE IT

Children are bonkers

ealasaidh:

z-a-d-i-e:

z-a-d-i-e:

i see posts here about how people are so mortified when they are acknowledged as being a regular customer somewhere that they never return. cowards. the employees at taco bell treat me like a celebrity. like royalty. i am their strange little pet customer who gets traded along as staff comes and goes. they know my car before i even speak in the drive-thru speaker. today i was 2 hours late and she ran over and squealed that she “thought i’d left them!” and that she “made my order with extra love!” and you what, she did

it’s funny that this is getting notes again, because last night i went to the thai place in my neighborhood. it’s run by a family and during covid times i ate there literally almost every day. later i cut back on eating out so much and hadn’t been there in two years but last night we went and ate inside for the first time ever and the owner ran over to say hello and ask how i was, and repeated our old regular order. it was sweet. it’s so easy to feel like you are an island, but stuff like this reminds you that you are part of a community.

Being a regular is fucking awesome. I’ve only had that status a few times, but I always feel kind of honored. These people see humans all day every day, and they remembered me?! And not for something bad (as far as I can tell)! I’m flattered af!

bugjolteon:

bugjolteon:

so many. stupid fucking people. smugly wrong. the term . “all art is political”. does not mean. every artist puts political intent into their work. no. the guy drawing dicks on the subway did not intend any deep message by it. HOWEVER. all art. IS political. he chose to draw that dick. for a reason. society shaped what he finds funny. what he finds shocking. the fact he chose to draw a dick at all says something about his society. actually, the fact it is a dick and not a pussy is itself political. we are all. ALL. shaped by our environments. in an alternate universe a woman is drawing a vulva on the wall. and shes saying “TCH! this isnt political. stupid liberals”. all art. has political CONTEXT. that is a more specific way to phrase it. because we live in a society. who has access to art? where is the art located? who is the artist? why did they draw that in that specific location. what led to them even having the sharpie they used to draw the dick to begin with. their society shaped their tools! their society shaped their choice of subject! their society shaped the location of their art! but these people are too stupid to understand this. so theyll continue pretending that they are not shaped by their political environment. SAD!

out of all the posts ive made that have blown up this has to be the most fascinating Given how i was too drunk to remember how to form full sentences. but was i wrong? no.