I’m here for a good time, and make friends. Stop asking me questions that sound like you’re trying to date me. If you HAVE to know: she/her, the midwest U.S.A., yes I’m married, and no I won’t send a picture. Give me a good convo or don’t bother.
“they’re just little kids let them win at mario ka-”
me:
“it’s not fai-”
me:
I was raised by a man who would NEVER let anyone win. It was like, against his religion.
You won for real or not at all.
Maybe that’s partially why I am not a snivelly liberal.
The Whale house is for sale again! Can you see the whale's head? The door is the mouth, there's an eye on the upper left, and what looks like a little sailor hat to me, too. It was built in 1978 in Santa Barbara, California, has 3bd, 3.5ba, & is listed for $3.250M. It's so unique- take a look at this
Person with housemates can study.
Person who has spent all their cash on rent and food still has a place to get out of the house and do something interesting.
Cool community classes and community art shows.
ESL tutoring.
Tax prep and forms.
tbh fuck anyone who says a single bad thing about libraries
Not content I normally reblog but libraries are super important and our world would be diminished without them.
The library was how I was able to read so many books as a kid that my parents wouldn’t have been able to afford.
Libraries are one of the only places on Earth that treats people the same no matter how much money you have. We can’t lose that.
And nowadays many libraries also rent ebooks, movies, and some even have tools. Many libraries have computer basics classes (I knew someone who taught those to older adults and every class, she would sit on a keyboard at one point, just to remove some of the fear of ‘messing up’ from her students).
There’s a library near me that uses their old card catalog for a seed library (you don’t literally return the seed that you borrow, you collect seeds from your plant and return those).
Some have rooms available to non-profits for meetings. Does your philatelist club need a place to meet? What about your caps for preemies group?
Some sponsor lectures, on information like local history. There’s a couple near me that have ‘meet the artist’ days where an artist sets up shop to show how they do their art. A crocheter friend of mine takes hooks and yarn to show kids how to do a chain.
Remember: WE PAY TAXES to support them. Use them.
I was a poor kid. Did not have access to much. But my parents got me a library card early and I spent my whole childhood there. Every dino book, every science book, heck - even VHS tapes on dinosaurs and science. I devoured them.
Libraries are gateways. I would not be a scientist without them. And the better they are - the more we fund and support them - the more doorways open up for everyone.
Protect libraries. Fund libraries. Knowledge is power, and libraries make knowledge available to ALL.
I understand you, and I shall not attempt to make you change your mind. I am too old to want to improve the world. I have told you what I think, and that is all. I shall remain your friend even if you act contrary to my convictions, and I shall help you even if I disagree with you.
-- Milan Kundera
In the mid-2000s there was a brief fad in Australian government messaging where they went out of their way to insult the public as much as possible.
This fad eventually died out after the tourism board attempted the same style of messaging in the UK, causing a minor scandal which led to the head of Tourism Australia, Scott Morrison, getting the sack.
The first time we drove past the “don’t drive like a cock” sign, my mum looked at it was immediately SO confused - after all she’s a good semi-conservative Christian woman. My brother and I knew it right away but for the next half hour she guessed literally EVERY other word for cock (don’t drive like a rooster, chicken, hen, chick, bird, fowl, poultry) trying her goddamned hardest to make the sign make sense until my - at the time - eleven year old brother got fed up and yelled COCK at the top of his lungs from the back seat.
My mum was FURIOUS - we weren’t even allowed to say “heck” - until she realised he’d just been telling her what the sign was, and for the rest of the three hour trip our good semi-conservative Christian mother proceeded to amuse herself by muttering “cock” under her breath and giggling like a teenager every time she did.
We still bring it up every now and then. So that particular advertising campaign has been making my family laugh for over a decade.
This one was always my favourite, though:
Reblogging to make sure this excellent story is seen
why isn’t anyone allowed to be wrong anymore? it’s okay to be wrong. being wrong, and realizing you were wrong, is how you learn and grow.
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