I just applied for a job in Bellevue WA that had the following preference:
- Preferential: Familiar with video games and anime. General knowledge of current movie releases and music bands and hits.
and it pays 10/hour 40 hours a week so I applied.
it’d be AWESOME if I got it, but I doubt I will. STILL THOUGH.
And I noticed something…
so this is the first time we see the king of Atlantis, right?
Then he says this while his wife is drawn into the heart of Atlantis:
Notice how he’s not looking away. The next time we see the king, he is blind.
DOES THIS MEAN HE LOOKED INTO THE HEART OF ATLANTIS, RISKED LOSING HIS SIGHT, JUST SO HE COULD SEE HIS WIFE ONE LAST TIME??????
JUST FUCKING STOP RIGHT THERE
"My response to the “I am not a feminist” internet phenomenon….
First of all, it’s clear you don’t know what feminism is. But I’m not going to explain it to you. You can google it. To quote an old friend, “I’m not the feminist babysitter.”
But here is what I think you should know.
You’re insulting every woman who was forcibly restrained in a jail cell with a feeding tube down her throat for your right to vote, less than 100 years ago.
You’re degrading every woman who has accessed a rape crisis center, which wouldn’t exist without the feminist movement.
You’re undermining every woman who fought to make marital rape a crime (it was legal until 1993).
You’re spitting on the legacy of every woman who fought for women to be allowed to own property (1848). For the abolition of slavery and the rise of the labor union. For the right to divorce. For women to be allowed to have access to birth control (Comstock laws). For middle and upper class women to be allowed to work outside the home (poor women have always worked outside the home). To make domestic violence a crime in the US (It is very much legal in many parts of the world). To make workplace sexual harassment a crime.
In short, you know not what you speak of. You reap the rewards of these women’s sacrifices every day of your life. When you grin with your cutsey sign about how you’re not a feminist, you ignorantly spit on the sacred struggle of the past 200 years. You bite the hand that has fed you freedom, safety, and a voice.
In short, kiss my ass, you ignorant little jerks.”
Please help me pay the first six months on an apartment. Most apartments won’t accept me otherwise because I have no renter’s history. I’m getting kicked out of my sister’s apartment and I have no where else to go.
I hate asking for money, but…
Imma just let this sit here
May we have a source link to this because holy shit this is amazing news.
Thank you so much. :D
Your choice affects your dog’s choice — a lesson I’m reminded of everyday. (Image credit goes to Lili Chin.)
Way back this winter, when Chalo started having growly reactions toward other dogs, I made the mistake of correcting him for it. Traditional wisdom and all the training books I’d read as a kid in the ’90s told me firm discipline was necessary, so I spoke sternly and used physical corrections with a choke collar. Surprise: in just 48 hours, it became so much worse. A little growliness turned into full-on explosions of snarling and lunging and raised hackles and high emotions. The changes were happening so quickly it frightened me. This was not a dog I recognized. So I backtracked, devoured every bit of reactivity literature I could find on the internet, and soon wondered if, in Chalo’s mind, the situation looked very different. To him, it seemed to be, “Every time we see a dog, my person gets worried and bad things happen. She becomes a person I do not recognize. I need to growl more to make that dog go away, and to keep bad things from happening.” My whole perspective on the issue changed — or at least, made me more receptive to alternatives, out of desperation and concern that I was singlehandedly ruining my dog.
The next day I approached it differently, with a soft, open, patient mindset and a bag full of cheese. And in one session, Chalo was sitting quietly and sweetly, twenty feet away from the golden retriever who previously sent him into a growling frenzy.
In one week, he was walking past yards of snarling, lunging, barking, frustrated dogs with the same sweet, quiet, expectant look on his face.
Today, Chalo hasn’t growled at another dog in months.
I definitely don’t propose that there is any one-size-fits-all training method for every dog, and everything I don’t know about dogs could fill several rooms several times over. But Chalo teaches me so much, all the time: how to be a better teacher, how to approach problems creatively, how to be patient, how to motivate. So many canine behavior problems are misunderstandings, rooted partly in a failure of human imagination and empathy. And that is fixable. That can change. Chalo continues to show me what I need to give more of, not just in dog training but in life in general — reflection on my own actions, and consideration for how we all can be shaped, battered, or buoyed by the world around us. Dogs can make us better, and this dog is making me better.
Family reunion. Woo?
I was feeling way too sad about this poor persecuted high school child who loves his coach and teacher and gets nothing but grief in return, so I decided between me and myself that Greenberg is actually 21 Jump Street-ing Beacon Hills High, partially looking for drugs (where ARE they getting their juice????), partially keeping in touch with the FBI taskforce about how many students are getting eaten by mountain lions daily, partially trying to see if there are any patterns as to which teachers are brutally murdered, etc.
Except on the day he walked into BHHS, he looked up and saw the man of his dreams. And the feeling was mutual. And Finstock almost resigned hiw position because it was so WRONG of him to be in love with his student, but the principal (whoever was principal on that particular day— I’m guessing it was the dude the Argents had killed? Or tortured until he left town???) was like “ha ha nope he’s a cop he’s actually a year older than you, you’re not allowed to quit now go win us that lacrosse championship.”
But they can’t ACT ON IT. Finstock has to protect “Greenberg” from being discovered as an undercover agent! “Greenberg” has uncovered three drug rings already*, he’s doing amazing work! He’s saving lives! Meanwhile, “Greenberg” knows that he can’t ruin Finstock’s career, and it WILL be ruined if anyone knows of their passion for one another. They try to stay away from each other, but it hurts. IT BURNS. Finstock has to assign him homework and make him run windsprints and the only way he can deal with how unfair it all is with his anger, the anger that hides the LONGING.
What you can’t see from these clips is that there was something else inside that #1 Coach mug. And it was a small box. And the box contained an engagement ring. “Greenberg” can’t wait anymore. A LIFE LIVED IN FEAR IS A LIFE HALF-LIVED.
*”Greenberg” actually feels kind of bad about it— if ever anyone needs the escape of recreational drugs, it is the kids of BHHS. Those kids have seen some SHIT. He ignores the pot and the ecstasy, just focuses on anything that might kill people.
With the doors almost ready to open for Comic-Con International in San Diego, Marvel Comics is opening the floodgates to their massive online comics archive, Marvel Unlimited—for only 99 cents. For the next week, a dollar will buy you a month of total access to Marvel’s online cache of over 15,000 comics.
I’m sure this is making the rounds already, but just to make sure everyone sees this — this is a really good trial.