Remember how about 7 weeks ago I wrote a really dramatic post about being unlovable? And how over a year ago I wrote a post about not dating anyone? Funny how life can turn things around.
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No, that’s not some fancy CGI, it’s what happens to water in response to a special audio frequency. By allowing the water to pass through the sound wave, it forms shapes that seem completely unreal.
Watch This: Water Takes the Shape of Sound Waves
via Notcot
I just favorited the BEJEEZES out of this video. And you should too.
UPDATE: my dad explained that, unfortunately, you would not see this happen with your naked eye. With a camera shooting at 24 frames per second, and the subwoofer distorting the stream at 24 Hz, it appears in the video, but would just look like a messy waterfall in real life. Oh well.Tropes Vs. Women in Video Games
Nine months after her successful Kickstarter campaign, Anita Sarkeesian unveils the much anticipated pilot episode of the Tropes Vs. Women in Video Games series, which examines how video games often portray female characters as someone who needs to be rescued.
All you need to know about this poorly-thought-out feminist propaganda attempting to capture the attention of today’s nerdy generation is that “Commenting for this video is disabled”. Wouldn’t want any other opinions voiced besides your own, now, would we. Then again…
Maybe, just maybe, instead of focusing on the fact that females (cuz Starfox sure ain’t rescuing a human woman) are often (but not always *cough* Samus *cough* Metroid: Prime *COUGH*) portrayed as “damsels in distress” is due to the fact that the primary demographic for video games is men, who, above most other things in life, wish to boost their self-image by being a strong, manly hero to a beautiful woman and find the kind of love in the EXACT SAME fairy tales the girls grew up with.
Whoa.
I know, right? Maybe instead of looking at the broader perspective, or at least any other one beside one’s own, some women, when coming to that last dreaded petal on the “loves me, loves me not” flower, prefer to decide that a piece of foliage is telling them they’re not loved because “men are pigs” or “society is male dominated and unfair to women”. Because those generalizations are completely reasonable and rational and that stupid flower is stupid and doesn’t know wtf it’s talking about I hate you stupid man-flower!
Well, she’s gone. The good news is I’m not completely numb after all. The bad news is I have to be at work in 40 minutes.
I’m lying awake in bed in EAGER anticipation of serving all the pagans on their forced-romantic holiday. I cannot WAIT to deal with our over-booking and quarreling lovers buckling under the pressure if needing a perfect v-day. It’s going to be LOVELY.
In case you were wondering, yes, I am still very single and, yes, it’s because I am unlovable. But I’d rather have no romance than to force it for a paganistic Hallmark holiday. Have a pleasant evening! XOXO ;*
Ruined Childhood of the Day: Incestuous Undertones in Star Wars
Han Solo comes to a startling realization in one of the final scenes from Star Wars: Return of the Jedi.
DEAD.
Crap like this needs to be documented
I started my day late, which I won’t complain about, as it correlates to my previous night ending late. First task of my day, though, is to take my 16 year old cat to the vet. Guess what: she’s dying. Not today, and maybe even not in the next few months, if she gets over this hurdle, but hello, she’s an old cat, and her sister died a year ago yesterday. The vet visit lasts nearly two hours, combining my love of waiting in a small room that smells of many musky animals, with relaying technical and financial information that I don’t understand to frazzled people over the phone, and taking and texting pictures of urine samples. Fine. I got it done. I came home, rushed off to work, showed up about 20 minutes late. No biggie; I’d called 40 minutes before my scheduled start time to tell my manager what was up. But, in the rush to get to work, I left my wallet and phone at home.
Now remember that last detail, because it’s important. No wallet, no phone.
The night progressed just fine; everything went smoothly on the front end. I managed everyone properly, kept people happy, looked good doing it, too. People lingered, so I knew I’d be there extra late, but that’s fine, I can sleep when I’m dead.
Closing out the financials in the office did NOT go well. There’s a whole lump o’ money that I can’t find a home for, which is better than being short, but still severely amiss. It’s about 12:30 by now, and the two managers whose numbers I have written down are counting sheep by now, so I skip a few steps for the GM in the morning to figure out, send out the report, and close the office. Lock it. Set the security system.
Where are my keys?
Oh yeah, they’re behind the computer screen. In the office. I’m on my own, with no keys, either for the office or for my CAR or my HOME. I solidly prove my assumption that the managers are, in fact, dead asleep, so no help there. Left an entertaining message for one of them to pick up tomorrow, so that’s something. I have no phone to call a friend to assist. I can’t remember anyone’s phone number, because duh, why should I commit them to memory when my PHONE IS ALWAYS WITH ME? I wake up my dad who’s in a hotel somewhere between here and Georgia to ask for phone numbers. Now I owe someone I don’t talk to very often a bottle of vodka because he got into my house, got my spare keys, and brought them to me at my stupid job I was both locked in and locked out of. Got home just before 2am.
How was your day?
Cool.
Now I have to figure out what to talk about at tomorrow’s service arrangement. Deuces.
Aren’t these photos amazing? Alexey Bednij actually collages these! The mirrored images and crisscrossing lines are mesmerizing.
Black and White Shadow Photos Are Totally Surreal
via Feel Desain
Put a bird on it!
SAVE THE CHEERLEADER, SAVE THE WORLD.
Fantastilicious idea for you, and it’s FREE!
I was at a friend’s house the other day and they ‘pawned off on me’ something they regretted purchasing - pumpkin spice flavored marshmallows. They were a rich orange color, with ridges around the edge to look vaguely like tiny pumpkins. And you know what? They were delicious. I’m not really a marshmallow guy - they’re powdery and not that tasty - but I thought these made a decent sweet-fix all by themselves.
And then it hit me.
The main reason for marshmallows to exist is s’mores, yes? So, what if you made s’mores out of pumpkin spice marshmallows using white chocolate?
This could potentially be an earth-shaking discovery/invention. I’ll get back to you post-diet and post-Amazon-supplied-experiment.
This has been a hyphen-laden post.
UPDATE: I assembled all my ingredients and tried it a week ago, and, sure enough, it was fantastilicious. Mostly. The ghirardelli white chocolate is very rich and a dominant flavor, and the cooking conditions (gas grill burners on without grill slats in sub-40 degree weather) were not ideal, but the raw materials are all there. Given controlled indoor flame and warmer chocolate more willing to melt, and you’ll have a dessert that’ll rock the tube socks right off your feet. Btw, I used gingerbread cookies in place of graham crackers - apparently I hadn’t thought of that when I wrote this post initially.
