Did everyone just…. forget how to create, all of a sudden? Disney pumping out the fourth remake in a row? Movies are like 70% sequels? Stories in games being just bad if they exist at all? Haven’t had a book get hyped in like half a decade? Are we okay? What’s going on?
TV is on the up and up, kids cartoons are doing really well, graphic novels are in the middle of a new renaissance, podcasts are incredibly up and coming (and didn’t even exist twenty years ago because those were just radio shows back then and ‘on demand’ didn’t exist!), independent creators on platforms like YouTube or Instagram are doing better than ever in a way that wasn’t possible more than a decade ago. Art is alive. All is not lost.
The corporations that are pumping out this garbage and who control the advertising will keep doing their shitty thing and keep cramming us remake after sequel, but the people on the ground level, the people who just want to make things will always be here.
Intuition is real. Vibes are real. Energy doesn’t lie. Tune in.
This is actually called thin slicing. Your brain recognizes patterns from very small “slices” of information by comparing them to things you have experienced before. This all happens very quickly on a subconscious level without our conscious mind being involved. So intuition is actually really fast pattern recognition, and it can be very accurate. So yeah, if you have a gut feeling that a person or situation is not good, get the hell out. Your brain knows what’s up.
This has nothing to do with anything but it’s the greatest headline I’ve ever seen
This article is amazing
I’d put my favourite quotes from the article up, but it’s the whole dang article.
“It’s just so shocking,” Claire Simeone, a veterinarian and monk seal
expert based in Hawaii, told The Washington Post on Thursday. “It’s an
animal that has another animal stuck up its nose.”
The “most plausible” theory, he said, is that monk
seal teenagers aren’t all that different from their human counterparts.
Monk seals “seem naturally attracted to getting into troublesome
situations,” Littnan said.
“It almost does feel
like one of those teenage trends that happen,” he said. “One juvenile
seal did this very stupid thing and now the others are trying to mimic
it.”
This is my favorite part of the article:
“It was just like, ‘We found a seal with an eel stuck in its nose. Do we have a protocol?’ ” Littnan told The Post in a phone interview.
There was none, Littnan said, and it took several emails and phone calls before the decision was made to grab the eel and try pulling it out.
“There was only maybe two inches of the eel actually still sticking out of the nose, so it was very much akin to the magician’s trick when they’re pulling out the handkerchiefs and they keep coming and coming and coming,” he said.
This machine allows anyone to work for minimum wage for as long as they like. Turning the crank on the side releases one penny every 4.97 seconds, for a total of $7.25 per hour. This corresponds to minimum wage for a person in New York. This piece is brilliant on multiple levels, particularly as social commentary. Without a doubt, most people who started operating the machine for fun would quickly grow disheartened and stop when realizing just how little they’re earning by turning this mindless crank. A person would then conceivably realize that this is what nearly two million people in the United States do every day…at much harder jobs than turning a crank. This turns the piece into a simple, yet effective argument for raising the minimum wage.
This is the lucky clover cat. reblog this in 30 seconds & he will bring u good luck and fortune.
THIS ONE!!! THIS IS THE ONE THAT WORKS!!!!!
I reblogged him the day i started treatment and 1. GOT TO MY APPOINTMENT ON TIME 2. FOUND A FREE PARKING TICKET SOMEONE LEFT IN THE METER FOR ME AND 3. GOT FREE STARBUCKS AFTER MY APPOINTMENT!!!!!
I’m convinced bc I reblogged this on Friday, got hired at a job I had a million interviews for, went on a first date that went well, and got kissed a billion times so like hell ya to the luck cat
