“But if you forget to reblog Madame Zeroni, you and your family will be cursed for always and eternity.”
not even risking that shit
scrolled past this, re-evaluated my life, then SCROOOLLLED back up and hit the damn reblog button.
She ain’t no games in real life so I take her serious all the time
Anyone with a name that starts with a “Z”, ends with an “i”, and isn’t some kind of Italian pasta, IS SERIOUS
I’m not climbing no mountain with a pig on my back, 🙅🏽🙅🏾🙅🏿 Negative.
Nope. I know better, have your reblog Madame Zeroni.
who the fuck is Madame Zeroni
Look at these stupid children who don’t know who Madame Zeroni is
☝🏾😂
Man lissen if you don’t know you better ask somebody AFTER you hit the reblog button
Idk who she is but I have an exam today so I’ll reblog her
idk who she is but i have an exam today so i’ll reblog her ^Haiku^bot^0.4. Sometimes I do stupid things (but I have improved with syllables!). Beep-boop!
Because wise, I am.
Oh fucks no she’s back lmao must reblog. I’m sorry guys
Without the goverment, who will help those in need?
Okay, the notes on this are giving me hives and I am seriously
concerned about the absolute lack of critical thinking present, so some
things about this from a union electrical worker who works a city contract:
1) Are those stairs up to code?
Just
by looking at them: no. Open risers are a
tripping hazard, I don’t see any tread grips so they’ll become a death
trap in wet conditions, and those treads don’t look thick enough,
supported enough, or even level. But hey, maybe it’s just a
bad photo. But how far do the railing support posts go underground? Are
they below the frost line? Were they properly supported in concrete? Was
the concrete prepared right and given enough time to cure properly? Is
the wood properly treated for weather resistance? Did he take into
account the ground shifting on such a steep grade?
Even IF he did all that and the stairs were 100% up to code, the city has no way to verify that. So no, the city can’t just leave them there.
2) Who cares if the steps are up to code?
I saw a concerning amount of this in the notes. I thought we were all on the same page re: Cities have a moral obligation to make sure their structures aren’t deathtraps waiting to happen, and that’s what codes are for. I promise you, you WANT buildings and structures to follow codes and regulations. But in any case, they definitely have a legal obligation for it, so if they leave those stairs up on public land and someone trips, the city could be on the hook for millions in damages. So no, the city can’t just leave them there.
3) There’s no way stairs cost that much, it’s just the city stuffing its pockets:
$65,000 definitely seems on the steep side to me, and I’d want to see a breakdown of expenditure. But I also don’t know the scope of the project. For a set of stairs like the ones above? Yeah, that’s a lot. To excavate the entire grade and put in a concrete structure that includes stairs, an ADA compliant ramp, and good quality weather resistant material? That sounds more reasonable.
But the city also likely needs to have the following: a ground survey of the build site, architects to draw the plans, civil engineers to OK the plans, and the contractors - typically union, and therefore more expensive - to excavate and then build the structure. All of those steps are going to take a LOT of people and a LOT of time and therefore, a LOT of money.
4) Labor doesn’t cost that much, someone is just giving the job to his contractor buddy who’s inflating the price:
Labor does cost that much. Stop telling people to unionize and demand the value of their labor and then getting mad when people do it.
Anyway, in my city at least, contracts are done by blind bid and the lowest bid wins. Under most circumstances, my city legally cannot take a higher bidder, explicitly to prevent the above circumstance.
TL;DR:
“Local man puts up steps” is NOT a safe solution to this problem, the city legally and morally cannot let an unsafe structure stand, even simple construction is complicated and expensive as hell, and acting like the city could have done this for $500 is ridiculously out of touch.
Building and egress codes are /literally/ written in blood just like so many other protections, we take that shit seriously.
Also, speaking from the healthcare angle, a broken hip from tripping on stairs can lead to complications that kill an elderly person.
Having them not be open, having tread grips, etc, is potentially life or death for the elderly. There’s a reason hospitals take fall risks so seriously (that’s why beds have those lockable railings on the sides.)
Did not think of this. Good information.
given that huge condo collapse in miami this week, y’all better believe being up to code is important for public and private structures
Sustainability Discourse Strawman Vegan Georg, who lives in cave & eats over 10,000 pounds of imported quinoa each day, is an outlier adn should not have been counted
Don’t forget about the agave he consumes by the ton!
or the pools of almond milk he swims in every morning before swallowing hundreds of avocados whole, like a python
hey if you’re stuck being in church this sunday here’s a reminder that it’s completely free to think about gay sex and no one can tell. the government doesn’t want you to know this but jesus thinks it’s totally cool
me, 10 years old and gay, playing portal for the first time: thats… kinda hot
“hope this doesn’t awaken anything in me”
i made this post a year ago for the laughs but it’s not a joke and ill never be able to truly articulate the goddamn panic portal put my elementary-school-ass through
best part of this post is people not even attracted to women in the tags telling me they completely understand. glados is just like that i guess
Ever since I got a job as a security guard I can’t take heist movies seriously anymore.
Why is that?
Accurate heist movie: The Team is sneaking into a high security facility. An alarm is triggered, they freeze, prepared to knock out whoever responds to the alarm. It takes 40 minutes for someone to respond. When they finally do show up, they shuffle along, annoyed, arms full of 16 bags of pretzels for some reason, and reset the alarm without bothering to check their surroundings. They report that the alarm went off in error. Security control starts a fight about the correct designation of the door. The guard announces that they’re leaving the alarm key in the alarm because it’s always going off for no reason. No one challenges them on this. They shuffle away, leaving an alarm key and several bags of pretzels behind.
The Team knocks out a security guard and steals their radio. The team mimic can perfectly replicate the knocked out guard’s voice. They get caught because they pronounced the name of the company correctly.
The Team disables an alarm. The only way to do this is to rip it out of the wall and disassemble it until it physically can’t make noise anymore. This very loud process is clearly heard by the posted security guard nearby, who rolls their eyes and text their supervisor that the logistics contractors are fooling with the alarms again.
The Team breaks into the facility at night. There they meet a single security guard who is chanting potential names for NPCs in their DnD campaign out loud while they do their patrols. They encounter a fire extinguisher. They pause in their chanting to check that it is properly charged and to apply a sticker that reads, “Anal use only”. This guy is disgustingly good at their job. There’s no way around it, they’re going to catch you. And you’re going to have to deal with the fact that you’ve been had by someone who has a supply of stickers that say “Anal use only” and who unironically wanted to name their NPC shopkeep Mammogrammus.
The Team attempts to bribe a security guard. This is its own post but know there’s no way in hell that would work.
The Team breaks into the high security room and disables all the alarms. Security control sends several guards to investigate why there are no alarms going off.
The Team attempts to break into the high security room but can’t because it’s randomly decided not to let anyone at all in today.
The Team steals a keycard with “””””unlimited””””” access to the facility and gets caught because the computer system that manages keycards randomly revokes access for no reason.
The Team walks past a security guard in broad daylight wearing T-shirts that say, “We are here to rob you”. The security guard does nothing, having seen several people in logistics wearing that exact shirt two days prior.
This sounds like a great movie, honestly
I will always remember that when I worked for a pharmaceutical company in IT, there were massive security procedures, systems with air gaps, locations with biometric scanners and metal detectors and locking revolving doors, but the highest level of security was a human being in a bulletproof proof room with line of sight to the door and a button. To /get/ to the door, you had to go through tons of other layers and badge access and identity verification, but the final lock was a dual physical key (which required two people to open) and a human being with a book of photographs and a button to push.
At the onset of the 2008-onward recession it became more or less impossible to get the sort of summer gig that college students traditionally get. I couldn’t get a callback from any of the area fast food restaurants, the babysitting gigs were gone, I drew blanks on waitressing, dishwashing, landscaping, car washes, summer camps, you name it. The big local summer attraction near me is a horse racetrack, and I put in apps for every position from betting clerk to horse manure removal tech. I got one (1) job offer that summer, and it was to be a security guard. I was a 19 year old girl with a perky ponytail, big ol’ doe eyes, and no experience or interest whatsoever in policing, so I genuinely thought I’d gotten the offer because they’d confused my application with someone else’s… until the first day of training.
Training consisted of a number of retired high ranking New York State Troopers very earnestly trying to convince a room of “dudes who desperately wanted to be a cop but couldn’t jump even that low hurdle” and also “one increasingly incredulous 19 year old girl who could only hear a loud high pitched note in one ear because she stood too close to her amps at the punk show last night” not to bring swords, shurukens, or butterfly knives into work.
We went over the “do not bring in your own weapons” lecture for the majority of day 1 of training. Day 2 was also “do not bring in your own weapons” for a lot of the day, then we moved onto “identifying the different types of fire extinguisher,” and wrapped up the day with “wasp stings.” Well, actually during “wasp stings” we had a sidebar when this one guard who looked like Ben Franklin raised his hand and shared that he, personally, took care of wasps by blowing their nests up with improvised gasoline-based explosives, so technically we wrapped up the day with “do not bring in your own weapons even if those weapons are to harm a wasp.”
Day 3 was a half day, where we reviewed everything we’d learned about no weapons, fire extinguishers, and wasps, and then we took a written test, which I finished with a perfect score in three minutes so Sargeant Minetti made me grade everyone else’s. After that, I was a full ass security guard; I picked up my fake cop uniform, badge(!!!), tiny notebook, strapped a walkie to my belt, and was given my assignment. My beat was very very literally the most public facing one that existed; while most of my colleagues were posted at gates that might never get opened for the entire summer, I had “the wholeass quarter mile of pavement abutting the chain link fence that separated the public from the ponies.” My responsibilities were simple:
1. tell people to move their rolling coolers out of the fire lane
2. take people with wasp stings to the nurse
and oh yeah
3. every time a clerk at a betting window in my section accumulated more than $10,000 dollars in cash, I had to escort them for ½ of a mile through the incredibly dense crowd of drunk people, any of whom might be interested in stealing more than $10,000 dollars, and get the money safely into the giant vault.
I remember the very first run i made. The betting clerk looked at me, the 19 year old responsible for protecting both them and $10,000. I looked back at him through the mirrored aviators that I’d bought at a gas station for 5 bucks because I thought it was very very funny and good fake cop cosplay. My walkie hissed ominously.
“…Uh, so if someone tries to take the money, what are you going to do?” He asked.
“Well, I get paid 12 bucks an hour, so… nothing.” I responded. “How about you?”
We quickly arrived at an understanding.
Two of the guards from my training group got fired that summer for bringing in their own weapons, and at least one of them had both a butterfly knife and at least one shuruken. Many more dropped out as they discovered that they would not actually be doing Die Hard shit. As for me, I did literally nothing to prevent crime all summer, but I also halfheartedly cleared a path through the crowd at the front of a very sad “St. Patrick’s Day In July” parade, which made me enough of a success story that they actually called me unprompted to ask if I’d come back the next year… with one caveat.
See, the next year I returned as a weathered veteran with a spotless disciplinary record, so they gave me three hours of additional training to get a certification to become a peace officer. As a result, from ages 20-23 (when my license expired) I had the same legal powers of arrest as a police officer.
Me. They just gave me that.
In conclusion, if you’re a highly qualified team of heistmen looking to rob an entity that accumulates wealth by convincing drunk desperate people to give them their money and you pick a fucking casino when the racetrack is right there, you’re either thinking way too inside the box… or you have a healthy fear of shurukens I guess.
Only valid response to this post, everyone else can go home.
Anonymous asked: I am not policing anyone. I am saying that you have a moral responsibility (or at least you SHOULD) once you post something like that on the Internet. Warnings don't do shit. We all know that people are curious. Children are curious. No kid actually cares about the under 18 warning. They are impressionable and easily copy behaviour. I was like that, my friends were like that. I'm not saying don't post things like that. I'm just asking, are you ready to take responsibility for the aftermath?
You seem to be laboring under the misconception that I am responsible for internet teenagers’ poor choices. I’m not. Neither is any content creator. Do you spend your free time going after the adult film industry and asking whether they’re ready to “take responsibility” for teenagers that deliberately ignore the 18+ notification and click through to their weird diaper fetish porn?
I was a teenager on the internet once (I’m not going to say back in the day because I have followers that were on Usenet and that’s REALLY back in the day). We didn’t used to have any kind of content warnings at all. I say this jokingly a lot but seriously, back in my day, you could trip over xeno tentacle non-con in the middle of a fic that didn’t look like it was going in that direction, and it wasn’t labeled at all. Ever! You know what was labeled and warned for, left right and center? “This story has slash in it! That’s GAY KISSING!!!”
Seriously though, there used to be a time when the fandom and fic-writing atmosphere was so toxic to same-sex relationships that the content was usually hidden behind a splash screen with an obnoxious warning in cyan comic sans. Sometimes there were “secret instructions” on the disclaimer page - people would hide how to get into their website (“if you read the disclaimer you’ll know to click on the ^_^ face in the bottom left corner of the page to get to the site!” and such nonsense). I grew up in a time on the internet when it was easier to find graphic torture porn and rape-as-woobifying-backstory than it was to find fluffy hand-holding fic with my gay OTP.
And all I can hear when y’all roll up all “THINK OF THE CHILDREN!!!” is all the people who forced slash and femslash fans out of their archives, away from their internet space, and into the loosely-organized circle of Geocities webrings that defined fandom in the early 90s. Eventually we all started to congregate on LJ, where content could be locked behind a friends-only filter and people could gather in closed communities where we could be free from harassment by homophobic morons. When the Great Purge of FF.net happened and NC-17 was officially added to their rules as banned content, guess who was most reported to the moderators and most impacted by the policy change? Slash fans. And when Strikethrough happened, it disproportionately effected slash fans. Again.
Teenagers may not be old enough to have fully developed consequence/reward centers in the frontal lobe, but the average age for being able to discern reality from fiction is five years old. It’s horrifically condescending and disingenuous to pretend that teens are so delicate and fragile that reading some smut that disturbs them or isn’t to their tastes is going to drastically upset their psyche. The most that’s going to happen is they’re going to come away from whatever smut they deliberately clicked through the warning to read knowing that people have some weird kinks when it comes to sex. And you know what? YKINMKATO. The end.
We. Are. Not. Your. Mama.
I was an unsupervised teenager on the internet lo these many years ago. And I clicked on plenty of fanfic websites that wanted you to verify you were over 18,
You know what happened?
Nothing much. Sometimes I’d read something that made me feel weird and gross. Sometimes I’d close out of the window and clear the cache and stay off the computer and do something else for a day or two.
It says a lot, I think that I don’t actually remember the content of most of the fic in question. I remember the feeling, but from years later, I honestly couldn’t tell you most of the actual content that made me feel squicked and gross.
(I know the very first one I Noped out of when I was 11, because it was just, like. Ridiculously tame. But Hermione started to give Draco Malfoy a backrub, and I decided this was Inappropriate For Me. So I stopped reading it.)
I didn’t die.
It didn’t contribute to any of my myriad mental health issues - those are all either hereditary or a result of the actions of actual, real life people.
I didn’t “copy behavior” - the idea is laughable. I was a nerdy teenager with no IRL friends, you really think I was running out to … what, exactly? Manipulate or torture people with Unforgivable Curses/dark magic/alien brain slugs/insert-setting-appropriate-evil-thing-here?
Have an orgy?
I’ve made bad choices at different times in my life, but none of them were a result of fictional characters modelling bad behavior. (Mostly they involved me not knowing how to handle something, or not being very good at boundaries.)
The people responsible for “dealing with the aftermath” are the kids themselves, and their parents.
And if The Children are SO impressionable that their lives will be ruined if they “sneak” past an 18+ warning and find adult content… then their parents should be the ones moderating for them. Like was said above: we’re not your mama. Raising these hypothetical The Children isn’t our job. Sorry your parents did such a bad job making sure you were staying where you ought to have been to avoid damaging your clearly delicate sensibilities, but that’s also not the fault of the people who created the content.
I had a dream that there was this world/ fantasy realm where bee colonies were….. kind of like dragons? Like they were these massive, dangerous, intelligent entities that humans viewed with fear and awe.
My character had just joined a (human) army that was defending against encroaching neighboring countries/powers and also some kind of monsters that kept attacking. Some people with special training and some natural ability could learn to semi-psychically commune with and manage a bee colony for war purposes (I think mostly scouting, maybe some gathering and building– they were super deadly in a fight, but this action had to be thougtfully rationed because bees die when they sting and that big chunk of the colony is gonna need replacing and re-growing.) Think kind of a dragon-riders of Pern thing, where new colonies were paired long-term with specific handlers that connected well with them.
Oh, also every colony had a queen (which was the central point the humans communed with), and they were these long-lived, potentially ancient creatures about the size of a human hand. Colonies could also have splinters, sort of sub-components or factions produced by lesser reproductive queens and these were still considered part of the main colony. (This was useful for sending wings of a colony out with armies, and also how most colonies were originally obtained– rear some wild-caught hive splinters until they produce a queen-daughter.)
My character (who was kind of an Alice in Wonderland in terms of not knowing anything about the world) wound up sort of befriending/bonding/being adopted by a wild colony. The character had released some of the colony’s captured splinter queens? (Or maybe daughter queens of the splinters. I think colonies weren’t particularly protective of splinters since that was more like “oh, lost something that will grow back”.).
Anyways, character has a bunch of weird dreams and feelings, and finally followed the mental urging out into the super dangerous wilds in the middle of the super dangerous night (I guess more monsters and enemy soldiers around then?) to the home and heart of a super-dangerous wild colony of bees that was curious about this helpful human.
Bee colonies turned out to be a little more intelligent (albeit still alien and dangerous) than popular wisdom held (easy to happen since only a very very tiny fraction of humans could ever commune directly with one, and their reports were mostly viewed as romanticized). Also, character began to have severe ethical reservations/suspicions about how the army’s (usually human-reared) colonies were kept. (Depended on the colony/handler but the queen’s hind wings were usually clipped and a lot of other measures like smoke and mist systems were in place for if a colony got riled up and out of hand.)
In particular, after having talked a lot with the wild colony, when my character then interacted/superficially communed some with an army colony, this seemed to establish some kind of connection or transmit some new information/ideas that made that colony go super rebellious. (Also their handler was a jerk, so….) Even though their queen couldn’t leave, she/they tried to send some splinters away w/o orders but they were settled/contained by the handler and her team.
Dream ended with my character working with one of their superior officers to (a bit under the official radar) begin tentatively approaching and trying to form some alliances with wild bee colonies.
Thinking about the world building for this gets pretty interesting though?
I envision bee colonies claiming large, psychically-linked territories, and humans would be very aware of where their lairs were. (Don’t go too far into the northern woods, that’s the local queen bee’s home hive.) Bees out and about foraging, and/or the splinter colonies working the edges of the colony’s territory aren’t anything to worry about if you don’t bother them much (swatting a single bee probably isn’t going to get you into trouble and you can even “farm” splinters for their honey), so pollination proceeds normally.
It’s probably even kind of useful to farm close (but not too close) to a hive’s home, b/c if you’re polite and mind all the basic ‘living near a bee colony’ rules, your crops will yield better harvests, and maybe even get some extra protection from herbivores. (Folk that don’t live near bees and stick to more human-dense settled areas think you’re kind of crazy for the risk and with all the weird superstitions you follow out in the country, but eh.)
Some of the truly ancient colonies are hundreds or maybe thousands of years old, and have territories that stretch hundreds of miles. The bees are more like normal bees towards the edge, but they get a bit bigger and stranger and more uncanny-dangerous the closer you get to their main hive. Just like living near any of the other creatures than inhabit the wilder and more unsettled lands, everyone for miles around knows the rules of the bees. They’re slow to rile, but you piss one of the old ones off and they can wipe whole towns off the map.
Some more fantasy-bee thoughts:
-splinters and their reproductives function to a greater or lesser extent like regular bee colonies. they’re generally still loosely connected to the home colony but they mostly fill in the gaps, working/maintaining/patrolling emptier parts of the territory and gathering general information.
-farming splinters of wild colonies for their honey is gonna be a lot like modern apiculture but with more “don’t try to make them do anything/stay anywhere they’re not happy.” you’re more of a useful/mutualistic host….. not unlike actual beekeeping.
-information processing is a function of distance and number of bees: more bees in an area mean greater resolution of information to the “hive mind” (a scattering of bees is great for following weather plans and the general lay of the land, but you wanna process human speech you’re gonna need a lot of bees RIGHT THERE)
-queen’s hive is at the center of her foraging territory, might take up anything from a small patch of woods to a whole forest or cave system or such. (even the structures of an abandoned town on occasion! imagine how creepy-cool that place would look.)
-the colony’s gonna have workers and splinters throughout, but they’ll be denser and more closely part of the hive consciousness the further towards the center of the colony’s territory you get
-scattered throughout the main queen/colony’s territory will also be some of her young daughter colonies (semi-matriarchal society) not ready to set out on their own (or staying to help mom out if she’s got a big enough territory). Younger hives or these daughter hive-homes would be the ones humans would be most likely to encounter/live near. They might make their hive in a big section of the nearby woods or some such.
also just generally I have a very vivid mental image of one of the army’s colony-handlers with bees swirling around her and the colony’s delicately waspish, fist-sized queen perched on the back of her hand.
I love hive minds an inordinate amount. Especially when it’s a mind made out of hives, and not a hive made out of minds. There’s so much room for world building there.
What happens to criminal colonies? You can’t really put a colony in jail. Is there a coordinated multisplinter strike in an attempt to assassinate down the queen?
If a queen does die, what happens to the bees? It would be cool if a new queen was hatched, or chosen, or ascended, and the resulting hive was more or less like the old one depending on how long it took the new queen to become established. It’s almost like a
Maybe, if a colony gets a little too big, a little too fractured, they lose the ability to think straight. Does she implode? Dissociate into two individuals who dysfunctionally share a queen?
There could be some bee hives that don’t like to talk about bees, for much the same reason that some people don’t like to talk about blood.
The natural mode of communication between hives would be small squads of bees representing concepts. Telepathy through literal transmission of the physical representation of thoughts.
It’s always fun to see what directions other people run with an idea :3
Researchers are slowly coming around to the idea that spider webbing is an essential part of these creatures’ cognitive apparatus. The animals don’t just use their webs to sense with; they use them to think
It’s part of a theory of mind known as “extended cognition,” and humans utilize it too. For instance, we might like to think of our minds as contained in our heads, but we rely on a number of structures outside of our heads (and even outside of our bodies) to help us think. Computers and calculators are an obvious example. We organize our living spaces to help us remember where things are, we jot notes, and we take photographs or store mementos.
But these examples pale in comparison to how a spider’s thinking is interwoven with its web. Scientists are discovering that some spiders possess cognitive abilities rivaling those of mammals and birds, including foresight and planning, complex learning, and even the capacity to be surprised. It’s enough to make you consider whether “Charlotte’s Web” could have been a true story.
The crux of these newly discovered cognitive abilities of spiders comes down to their webs. We’re finding that if you take away a spider’s webbing, it loses some of these capabilities.
Literally any other colour would’ve been a better choice guys.
I’d like to point out that the colour red has more positive than negative meanings.
im sorry but this reply absolutely killed me
red can mean whatever the heck you want it to mean, that is never going to change that this straight up looks like they DRAGGED A BLOODY BODY ACROSS THE FUCKING FLOOR 😂
Hi fun fact, colors do have meaning and there is a legit thing called color theory. Red does has more positive connotations than negative like the @mintymaiden said. Red is associated with more love, lust, passion than blood and death just like the chart shows you but If you want, here’s a link for you to check it out yourself. Also, check out “The Designer’s Dictionary of Color” by Sean Adams. Have fun learning something
You can theorize to Nebraska and back but that doesn’t change my immediate reaction which is that someone is literally dragging a corpse around
I like that the presumption here is that “No One On Tumblr Has Heard of Color Theory, Let Me Explain in Depth” rather than simply acknowledging that the VISUAL EFFECTS of this particular color choice, applied in the manner it was, can still amount to “this is a hospital and that looks like blood”
like, color theory doesn’t exist in a vacuum. If your design of choice for Blood Red Paint is asymmetric splatters and sploches against the wall, or in this case, a snail trail on the hallway’s floor, an infographic won’t override the viewers’ instinct.
OP: this paint job looks like a blood stain
Tumblr: actually, according to color theory, it looks like love.
To please both sides yellow would have been much happier and uplifting, it also wouldn’t look like a corpus was dragged all over
i am begging you to please consider why yellow would actually be just as bad
