i don’t know blue personally so i don’t know her wishes regarding memes made off of her artwork (but i do feel pretty shitty that a piece so personal to her has been turned into something like this), but she included a signature in the original that has been cropped out. the signature was put there for a reason. she also says on her page that she loves to see her art shared as long as credit is given.
anyways, here’s some of her more recent work (but without the signatures removed)
so yeah please check her out- her art is gorgeous and she’s a wonderful human being who’s very open about her experiences with mental illness.
The Center for Medicare Advocacy, Justice in Aging, and the Medicare Rights Center have issued a joint statement condemning the 2018 edition of Medicare & You,
the annual guide published by the federal government; the groups say
that the Trump administration is lying to seniors in order to trick them
into switching to privatized, HMO-run Medicare Advantage programs, away
from the superior, publicly maintained Meidcare system.
First, in several places, the Handbook suggests that Medicare Advantage
is the less expensive alternative for beneficiaries. This is an
overstatement. There are many variables determining whether enrollment
in a M edicare Advantage plan may be more or less expensive for any
particular Medicare beneficiary. Factors including premiums, co –
payment structure, available providers, the individual’s medical needs,
etc. all can affect the relative affordability of Medicare Advantage
generally as well as the affordability of any particular Medicare
Advantage plan. The repeated suggestion that Medicare Advantage can save
beneficiaries money does not fairly and fully represent these
realities.
Moreover, in numerous descriptions, the Handbook fails to make clear a
key distinction between Original Medicare and Medicare Advantage:
Original Medicare provides access to all Medicare participating
providers nationwide, while Medicare Advantage limits access to a set
network of providers in a specific geographic area.
Even more problematic is the treatment of prior authorization
requirements in Medicare Advantage. On both page 6 and page 62, the
Handbook attempts to paint this restriction on access to services as a
benefit, rather than as what it is, a mandatory hurdle for Medicare
Advantage members that is not required for individuals in Original
Medicare. On page 62, the Handbook goes so far as to describe prior
authorization as a “right” that people in Original Medicare “can’t get.”
Describing a restriction as a “right” and then saying that people who
are not subject to this restriction are disadvantaged twists the facts
beyond recognition.
The method is a steganographic technique, meaning it hides secret information in plain sight such that only its intended recipient knows where to look for it and how to extract it. FontCode can be applied to hundreds of common fonts, like Helvetica or Times New Roman, and works in word processors like Microsoft Word. Data encoded with FontCode can also endure across any image-preserving digital format, like PDF or PNG. The secret data won’t persist after, say, copy and pasting FontCode text between text editors.
[…]
The text perturbations FontCode uses to embed a message involve slightly changing curvatures, widths, and heights—but crucially it’s all imperceptible to the naked eye. You can intuit that some letters, like capital “I"s or “J"s, don’t have a lot of complexity in which to hide subtle variations. But lowercase “a"s and "g"s, for example, have lots of edges and curves that can be elongated or shortened and bulked up or paired down.
The only easy way to extract the hidden information in all those tiny tweaks is with the research teams’ decoding algorithm. A recipient of a FontCode message could use their smartphone to take a picture of text manipulated with FontCode, then run the photo through a dedicated mobile app that decrypts the code to pull out the hidden message. It would also be possible to set up decoding schemes that use a webcam, a scanner, or any other image digitization method. You can see how it works in the video below.
eucalyptus trees are full of flammable oil that causes the trees to explode during forest fires, killing other trees and spreading its seeds to grow in their place. koalas survive solely because nothing else in their environment Wants To Eat The Fucking Bombs
oh u like that? try this one: the main natural cause of death in koalas is starvation, because
1) their dumbass teeth are SHIT. to be a herbivore and chomp cellulose all day u need some real tough grinders in there, and almost every other herbivore in nature has SOME sort of dental adaptation to make sure they dont run out of tooth by the time they hit middle age. horses have big tall teeth, wombat teeth grow forever, kangaroos have got a little conveyor belt system goin on, etc etc everyone’s doin SOMETHING except fuckign koalas. idiots have tiny fuckin shortass normal teeth that do an okay job for maybe like 15 years and then wear down and leave them with ridiculous fuckin useless old man gums that do shit all. but thats fine bc all koalas do anyway is sit in trees and sleep 22hrs a day then wake up and scream and eat poison and they do this all day every day until they run out of teeth at which point they just fall out of the tree and die
2) idiots can’t die any other fuckin way bc nothing in nature wants to eat them bc their bodies are chocker block with LITERAL poison. fuckin USELESS their flesh just sits around and slowly rots bc its too gross-tasting and toxic for any animal w half a brain cell to think abt going near it. have yall ever seen koala viscera. bc i have and let me tell u that shit is RANK. looks like the inside of a smoker’s lung from some fuckdamn nicabate ad bc the tannins in eucalypt leaves stain their organs like khaki black. like some fuckin dark!steve irwin costume well better piss ur way right off from this one anti-steve bc thats a natural defense mechanism meant to warn u that koalas should in no way be alive and if u touch them theyll drag u into their stupid evolutionary dead-end where they get to sit around all day doin fuck all and pumpin themselves full of brain-killing poison while we run around makin them our olympic games mascots and pretending theyre cute and honest to god looking for ways to save them from the brink of extinction which actually is unnecessary bc a) theyre not really endangered at all, nature is a fuckign miracle and b) the drongos clearly want to die so i say let em
by the way i never elaborated on “koalas sit in trees all day screaming” but heres a lil fuckin. heres a fun nugget heres a lil soundbyte this is what koalas sound like
My favorite story about Koalas comes from the book “The Killer Koala: Humorous Australian Bush Stories” By Kenneth Cook, which is an excellently good book with some A+ storytelling. he describes the Koala’s “Anti-Dingo Defense”, wherein they latch on to the belly of the dingo to slow down the rate at which they are being consumed alive by starving canid, gradually trn themselves around until they’ve got thier head in the Dingo’s crotch, and then procede to BITE THE SHIT out of the Dingo’s Tender Bits, whilst clowing at the ribs and projectile-evacuating thier bowels,
Mr. Cook found out about the Anti-Dingo Defense beause he was tricked into ‘rescuing’ a bunch of koalas off an island by the promise of a Hot Date with a young lady, wondered why they were all being given armored aprons to handle the koalas with, only to find out firsthand, which pretty much ruined his prospects of a date.
The fact that you’re in a Florida Walgreens at approximately midnight and it’s completely deserted save that one poor guy trying to get something at the scrip counter cements you firmly as a cryptid. Congratulations.
As a former Walgreens graveyard gremlin, I can confirm that this plays. Every. Single. Night.
A mask might help. Like, maybe one for woodworking? They have replaceable filters, and help with other types of scents and stuff?
I have a high end mask which I use for medium pollen days and still wheeze like a chain smoking locomotive, even with my meds. I’m straight up considering an air bubble tent at this point.
I’ve had very little experience with Linux but now that I’m using
Raspberry Pis (a cheap single board computer that runs Linux) I need to
know how to use Linux. Online how-tos are good, but Linux for Makers,
by Aaron Newcomb, is better. In fact, this book is pure gold. It
assumes zero prior knowledge of Linux. Everything is clearly explained.
I learned how to install Raspbian Linux on an SD Card (Raspberry Pis
use SD cards as their hard drive), log the output of a script, schedule
jobs with cron, use lots of different commands, write scripts, use PI
with IFTTT, and lots more.
“Well, hardly anyone does, these days. Times have changed, we have too. The scales and tails thing worked with the dinosaurs, but we learned quite quickly that… that wasn’t going to fly with you people.”
“You were around all the way back to the dinosaurs?”
“Well, not like… me personally. How old do you think I am?”
“… There’s no safe answer to that.”
“No.”
“So… when you say this is your hoard…?”
“All dragons have them. Some stick to the old gold and jewels thing, but that’s so cliche these days. Most of us like our hoards to be a little bit more sophisticated than ‘shiny.’“
“Like what?”
“I have known dragons to collect snowflakes from the first fall of the year over dozens of centuries. I know dragons that collect petals of flowers left on the graves of loved ones. Dragons that keep and care for soft toys and comfort items, left behind as children grow up. Dragons that guard happy memories and shards of sunlight, kept safe for rainy days. And me, I keep a sanctuary of words. A bastion of language, of poetry. Of written music and achingly beautiful prose. I am the Guardian of this monument to linguistic majesty. I collect stories of love and life and death and mourning and joy. There is nothing more beautiful in all the world, no coin or gem or sliver of starlight more fantastic than a well-told tale. A story is this world’s truest treasure, and what better chest for it than a book?”
“Wow. So these things… really mean a lot to you, huh?”
“More than anything in this world.”
“So… I probably can’t borrow your copies of Discworld, can I?”
everything about this is fucking hilarious. i’m sorry, random pompeii man, but your death was some looney tunes bullshit and the framing of this photograph isn’t helping.
