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"what does a TARDIS malfunction sound like?"

"idk just dump the entire goofy sound effects library in the span of 10 seconds. That should do it"

Black cats are lucky. (vialeahweissmuller)

MAN [IN THICK ACCENT]: Black cat bring good luck. Not bad luck. I have black cat - See, him face - And I am not dead today: Good luck!

“See him face”

I sure f*cking do see him face

Him face

Reblog him face for good luck in 2021

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My elderly black cat/house panther agrees. Him good luck.

we were the liminal kids. alive before the internet, just long enough we remember when things really were different.

when i work in preschools, the hand signal kids make for phone is a flat palm, their fingers like brackets. i still make the pinky-and-thumb octave stretch when i "pick up" to respond to them.

the symbol to save a file is a floppy disc. the other day while cleaning out my parents' house, i found a collection of over a hundred CDs, my mom's handwriting on each of them. first day of kindergarten. playlist for beach trip '94. i don't have a device that can play any of these anymore - none of my electronics are compatible. there are pieces of my childhood buried under these, and i cannot access them. but they do exist, which feels special.

my siblings and i recently spent hours digitizing our family's photos as a present for my mom's birthday. there's a year where the pictures just. stop. cameras on phones got to be too good. it didn't make sense to keep getting them developed. and there are a quite a few years that are lost to us. when we were younger, mementos were lost to floods. and again, while i was in middle school, google drive wasn't "a thing". somewhere out there, there are lost memories on dead laptops. which is to say - i lost it to the flood twice, kind of.

when i teach undergrad, i always feel kind of slapped-in-the-face. they're over 18, and they don't remember a classroom without laptops. i remember when my school put in the first smartboard, and how it was a huge privilege. i used the word walkman once, and had to explain myself. we are only separated by a decade. it feels like we are separated by so much more than that.

and something about ... being half-in half-out of the world after. it marks you. i don't know why. but "real adults" see us as lost children, even though many of us are old enough to have a mortgage. my little sister grew up with more access to the internet than i did - and she's only got 4 years of difference. i know how to write cursive, and i actually think it's good practice for kids to learn too - it helps their motor development. but i also know they have to be able to touch-type way faster than was ever required from me.

in between, i guess. i still like to hand-write most things, even though typing is way faster and more accessible for me. i still wear a pj shirt from when i was like 18. i don't really understand how to operate my parents' smart tv. the other day when i got seriously injured, i used hey siri to call my brother. but if you asked me - honestly, i prefer calling to texting. a life in anachronisms. in being a little out-of-phase. never quite in synchronicity.

I imagine that the last generation to really feel this way, to really feel a before-and-after kind of world, was at the last turn of the century, which had 3 huge, life-changing inventions happen all at once.

In 1890, everybody rode horses, used candles to see at night, and communicated through letters.

By the 1920s (only 30 years later!), everybody had automobiles (or access to another form of 'self-driving' transportation like busses or trams) and nobody had horses. Nearly everyone had electricity in their houses. Nearly everyone had a telephone, or access to one.

Can you imagine? Can you imagine growing up, being taught by your parents all about how to ride horses and care for them and hitch them to a wagon, only to...not ever use that knowledge as an adult, because you have a car? Can you imagine learning how to make candles, finally getting good enough at it to be useful to your family as a teenager, only to flick a switch to turn on a light bulb as an adult?

I feel like that last huge change in technology is the same thing we are going through. I know how to read a paper map. I will never need to use this knowledge. But it's still in there; including the many patient hours my mother spent teaching me, and a lot of fond memories I have of her doing it. I know how to research a topic in a paper library, with actual books. Pretty sure I will never do that again. I memorize phone numbers, 'just in case'. In case what? The automobile (smartphone) gets un-invented? But I hold that knowledge in my head. It's there. It's part of me.

I wish I could speak to my great-great-grandmother, who had her first baby in 1900. To ask her, if what Millennials now are going through is what it was like for her Centennial generation. The absolute whiplash, from one way of life to another.

Kids born in 1890 knew how to make candles, and kids born in 1920 could not fathom why you would need to know this.

I feel like things keep accelerating too.

I read a book that felt immediately dated, though it was only published in 2017, because the family in it had to physically rent DVDs. I remember walking into Blockbuster to rent a Rainbow Brite for the third time as a child.

A friend with a toddler asked for physical books so she could teach him the mechanics of turning a page. More and more kids are being entertained with ipads, learning how to swipe and press a button instead of interacting with physical media. I remember getting piles of books from the library.

Today at work, a younger coworker asked if the office even had printers. I go through one ink cartridge a year now for personal use, maybe, and I've never printed out things for work. I remember printing carefully typed essays in college, after using erasable pens in middle school.

Kids don't go to malls. They go to Starbucks.

I drove my friend's car last week and was stunned that I had to physically unlock it with a key, not a button on a fob. My parents had cars like that, but I've always had a fob. My dad no longer uses a key to start his car. He presses a button.

I didn't get my first smartphone till I graduated college. That was 12 years ago. I know babies who know how to operate the basics of one.

'Influencer' is now a viable, desirable career. It didn't exist a decade ago.

Last month, an intern was impressed I could blind type. And not only that, but type out words unrelated to the conversation we were having. I remember learning how to type with a board over my hands in middle school. She never officially learned, just picked it up from playing with home electronics.

Today, I got corrected for calling Twitter Twitter and not X by a friend.

Tomorrow, when I leave my apartment, I will lock it with a keypad. I carry keys, but I have not used them to get into my own place in three years.

Cringe started as a verb describing a physical reaction, i.e.: "I cringe when I see [x]."

Modern slang has turned cringe into an adjective describing anything to which a person might have such a reaction.

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This shift in language is illustrative of a shift in culture.

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For a while there, in the early 2000s, there was this big sex positivity movement and we talked openly about kink and queer sexuality and creating a culture of consent that broke away from traditional conservative ideas of moral respectability.

And now we are in the midst of this giant purity culture backlash, this giant push for rigid conformity all over the internet. Anything that deviates from the norm even remotely is ridiculed.

And this cultural shift is perfectly encapsulated in this singular linguistic shift, this verb becoming a noun.

The Revenge of the Pearl Clutchers

That's what "cringing" is. It's pearl clutching.

When the pearl clutchers turned cringe into an adjective, they turned a reaction into an accusation. The pearl clutchers don't want to take responsibility for their own kneejerk emotions. They want to blame YOU.

They are saying, "My disgust isn't the fault of my own backwards prejudices. It is YOU who are inherently disgusting. My inability to cope with even the slightest deviation from norm is not the problem here. YOUR refusal to rigidly conform is the problem. I am not the one who is cringing. YOU are the one who is cringe."

f*ck 'em.

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Take the word back.

Cringe is not something people are.

It's something judgmental assholes do.

This. THANK YOU.

judgemental assholes, also known as middle achool students... no, that thing/person is not 'cringe, bro!' Just because it exists. 🙄

Today in niche genres of joke that I can never get enough of and will probably still be secretly thinking about four years later

when you're down by the seaand an eel bites your kneethat's a moray

when society says whatto do and do notthat's a more

we’reくコ:彡entering squidterritory

くコ:彡 くコ:彡 くコ:彡くコ:彡 くコ:彡 くコ:彡くコ:彡

I know I’m following the right people when I see this kinda stuff on my dash

@setepenre-set

now C:≡ approaching octopus territory

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onwardsC{≡ to jellyfish territory

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BUFFET???

How the media depicts the Apollo 11 mission:

Actual quotes from the Apollo 11 mission:

also according to michael collins when the three of them were discussing what neil armstrong should say when he first stepped on the moon, collins suggested armstrong say“Oh, my God, what is that thing?” and then scream and cut out his mic.

Everyone forgets Michael Collins and it’s f*cking tragic.

It is possible that somewhere off the coast of Newfoundland there is an iceberg shaped like a giant dick.

IT'S REAL

AND THE PHOTOGRAPHER COMES FROM dild*, NEWFOUNDLAND

ITS REAL

Mr. Pretty from dild*, Newfoundland photographed a Giant Penis Shaped Iceberg

IN CONCEPTION BAY

I HAVE NEVER BEEN SO PROUD OF MY COUNTRY.

This is money cat. He only appears every 1,383,986,917,198,001 posts. If you repost this in 30 seconds he will bring u good wealth and fortune.

Middle schoolers.

Ma-ia hi

Ma-ia ho

Ma-ia ha

Ma-ia ha ha

alo

Salut

sunt eu

un… haiduc???

dont you sick f*cks make me relive this

SI TE ROG…. IUBIREA MEA PRIMESTE FERICIEEEEEAAAA

ALO?

Alo?

sunt eu

PICASSO

ti-am dat beep

si sunt voinic

Dar sa stii nu-ti cer nimic😂😂😂

VREI SA PLECI DAR

Nu mă, nu mă ieei

NU MĂ, NU MĂ IEI

nu mă, nu mă, nu mă iei

I have no idea what happened here

Lucky bastard. It’s stuck in my head now

CHIPUL TAU SI DRAGOSTEA DIN TEI

Mya mintesc day oki tay-yay

am i having a stroke

What is this? What is this from? Why do thousands of people know what this is. Apparently it’s Romanian. What is it??

They’re the lyrics to the song Dragostea Din Tei by Moldovan pop group O-zone. It was a very popular song in the early 2000s

We’ve finally reached the point where the old memes are too old for today’s generation… Fs in the chat.

For any wretched zoomers…one of the original viral videos aka the finest of vintage memes

We must not despair as long as we are here, we can teach the children about the ancient texts

These cape lappet caterpillars responding to sound, a defence mechanism against parasitic wasps.🔊📣

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so....do i make a post about other (re: better) magic school/wizard books or what?

because i have strong opinions!

i want to read....

something that pre-dates jkr

young wizards by diane duane

wizard's hall by jane yolen

a wizard of earthsea by ursula k leguin

the worst witch by jill murphy

the dark is rising by susan cooper

something for adults that is darker and edgier

the scholomance by naomi novik

magic for liars by sarah gailey

rivers of london by ben aaronovitch

an unkindness of magicians by kat howard

babel by rf kuang

vita nostra by marina and sergey dyachenko

ninth house by leigh bardugo

something for middle schoolers

witchlings by claribel a. ortega

the last fallen star by graci kim

the school for good and evil by soman chainani

the marvellers by dhonielle clayton

charlie bone by jenny nimo

maya and the rising dark by maya barron

something for young adults

hex hall by rachel hawkins

the old kingdom by garth nix

the left-handed booksellers of london by garth nix

the whispering dark by kelly andrew

in other lands by sarah rees brennan

the demon king by cinda williams chima

how to succeed in witchcraft by aislinn brophy

witch haven by sasha peyton smith

legendborn by tracy deonn

dark rise by cs pacat