irlsuccubus:

Who the fuck ripped this fat vape at silent hill I’m trying to find my dead wife

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ladyshinga:

winneganfake:

runcibility:

ms-demeanor:

chrisevans-sexualfrustrations:

Steve?

Okay but he’s right and he should say it.

“Smart” and “Cloud” also mean data gathering. I need to have a tangent, so pardon me while I run with this…

Here’s the thing: I’m a nerd. I want to be able to automate things in our home and to have usable data. So I want smart electrical plugs that allow me to have rules and show me what’s hooving up a ton of energy. That’s useful to me, but that’s not the bargain that tech companies are willing to strike with me, because they want to be able to gather data and sell it.

What’s annoying as hell is that every currently supported thing that does this wants to be a cloud-based application that requires me to install an app on my phone.

I. Do. Not. Want. This. 

I want my plugs on a network so I can flip open a browser on my laptop or phone or tablet and access them that way. I do not want them on or touching the goddamned internet. I do not want an information-gathering-and-data-leaking-phone-app.

The one thing that I’ve found that semi-reliably does this is no longer supported by the manufacturer. Every other goddamned option requires me to have it be app-controlled and I can’t control the data gathering from the manufacturer.

In this case, I am DEFINITELY an old-coot yelling at THE cloud.

Honestly, same. This is one of the few things that I’m glad to be too poor to afford the cool toys on. 

And there’s some WILDLY FRUSTRATING feelings us disabled folks have on this shit. Because MORE automation, convenience, and connectivity is 100% useful to us. It helps us LIVE. And feeling like our quality of life is being held hostage unless we gleefully sign over every possible ounce of privacy is… exhausting. And brings a lot of tired, mixed feelings.

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changingmorphologies:

duskenpath:

In all seriousness I took a death and dying course in college for fun and that’s when I fell in love with, and began to seriously study, spontaneous or “street shrines”. These are the organic, unplanned placements of items when someone is killed, generally, and the community almost descends on a spot. I am fascinated by that interfaith, inter-spirit moment of connection fostered. What drives someone to leave the first item? Who guides them there? What do we, as humans, seek from the leaving of a memorial on a place that now hallowed? And we know it is, to some extent, even if we’re not spirit-workers. We have this human need to bear witness, no matter who we are, and over and over again it manifests as this need to build some space, some monument that says “they were here, and now they aren’t here, and we, collectively, of all faiths and walks of life, strangers to each other, will remember them”

We take comfort in, and protect to some measure, that space we create with tea-light candles and stuffed bears and flowers and it just feels like the Right Thing to Do. We rebuild these spaces when they are torn down by authority and we keep building them up and that’s beautiful

Street shrines are TRULY universal, too. They are largely non-verbal but it’s like we just KNOW what to do, like something moves inside all of us and it doesn’t fucking matter if we can’t understand anyone else standing at the site, it’s just a Knowing. It’s phenomenal 

One of my professors specializes in this, she wrote a book called Roadside Crosses in Contemporary Memorial Culture about her fieldwork in Texas.

(via antique-symbolism)

revolutionarykoolaid:

Look at God! LOOK AT THE PEOPLE! Y’all brought Cyntoia Brown home. There’s still so much work to do, but I’m proud af of every single one of you that took action, no matter how big or small. #allpowertothepeople

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cursedcatpictures:

*you*

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