This lion’s name is Bonedigger and he was born with a crippling bone disease, so the keepers introduced three dachshunds to give him companionship; Abby, Bullet and Milo.
They’re his pride now!
This is the only fucking thing I care about, do you hear me.
A lot of people have been talking about how every frame of Into The Spider-Verse is a piece of art, and how it looks like a comic book sprang to life, but I wondered if it could go the other way. So here’s what I’ve finished of my attempt to make a comic book of the First Peter’s Opening Monologue.
I never noticed the minion bannana columbian symbol
my favourite wikipedia article is the middle english article about frogges
“A frogge ben a wee beeſt
wiþ foure legges, þe whiche liveþ boþ in water and on lond. He ben
broun or grene or yelwe, or if he be tropical, he may be dyuers
coloures. He haþ longis and gylles boþ. He haccheþ fro an ei and he þen
be a tadpolle. He groweþ to be a frogge, if he be nat eton.”
Lmao exactly. Earths dying but the Notre Dame looks pretty so uwu yay!
Controversial but i feel too strongly about how fucked the distribution of wealth is (especially in America) to not reblog this
I WAS TALKING ABOUT THIS RIGHT HERE^^^^^ oceans are in danger…
The Notre Dame fire was truly heartbreaking, but honestly… imagine the difference we could make if we used that money to help our planet…
The outrage isn’t that money went to Notre dame INSTEAD of *insert serious issue here*. The outrage is that there’s enough money in the world to be able to fix Notre Dame AND environmental damage AND give everyone free healthcare AND fix a slew of other institutional issues but the super rich are simply unwilling to do so for entirely self-serving reasons.
And that’s fucked yo.
The Earth is not dying. It is a planet.
The earth will not die in 12 years. We may have 11 years in which to act to limit the emissions of greenhouse gases to ensure a comfortable and prosperous future for our civilisations, in which future generations have lives of dignity and enjoyment.
Plastic pollution and climate change are two different topics. They intersect in meaningful ways, but are different. One of the meaningful ways that they intersect is the fact that plastic is a petroleum byproduct; if you leave fossil fuels in the ground, then petrochemical companies will no longer have endless supplies of practically-free plastic to foist on everybody.
The Great Pacific Garbage Patch is mostly composed of old fishing nets. Cleaning it should be the responsibility of nations. Rather than chasing down plastic packaging in grocery stores, people could do great good by addressing the issues of ghost nets, fishing practices and the fact that their home nations will happily consume the food in the oceans without taking any responsibility whatsoever for the oceans.
There is (regrettably) more than a billion dollars in the world. In 2018 the USA decided on a military budget of 700 billion dollars. The global art market for fine art in 2018 was 64 billion dollars, which is slightly less than what Americans spend on their pets every year.
The USA spends about $20 billion every year propping up the fossil fuel industry, giving them subsidies and tax breaks to keep them profitable.
The issue is not that people like landmarks. That is a rather natural response to landmarks, which are sort of meant to evoke emotion and admiration. The issue is that public sentiment is so scattered and fragmented that it gets confused and attacks its neighbor for random impulses, rather than difficult stuff that makes it feel dizzy, “trying to think about the concept of a billion” or “wondering where plastic comes from” or “asking what fossil fuel subsidies are for.”
Slow down for five minutes – there is time and there is money. The trick is pointing them in the right direction.
Happening right now in Hong Kong – the police is firing rubber bullets and using batons, pepper spray, tear gas and water cannons on peaceful protesters who took the streets to protest against the passing of a controversial law which would allow China to extradite people.
Protesters set up camps, gave out snacks and surgical masks before all of this started. Tanks are apparenrly out in the streets as well and people are being hurt as I write this, but they are not backing down.
Most of the protesters are young people, university students, even high schoolers.
Get inspired, America. This is how we get rid of the Fascists.
THIS is how you handle something properly – Corporate, DID style… A niche, but hear me out:
My initial response:
“Hell. Fucking. No.”
Justifying my point to someone who said I was being too sensitive:
“Actually, I get angry when people make fun of people who have survived severe trauma. You call that offended. I call it common decency.”
My response as a consumer, to their international CEO in regards to their Advertisement:
[TEXT:
Mr Gainor,
It has come to my attention that in an advertisement for your banana split, you have chosen to make mental illness the punchline. This is in reference to the “Split personality? Order two!” sign. I would like to inform you that this is extremely offensive.
It’s called Dissociative Identity Disorder – and it is caused by chronic and severe trauma during early childhood.
I have been a customer at Dairy Queen for over a decade, and you have lost a lifetime of business from this former customer.
I would also like to inform you that DID occurs at a rate of 1% in the general population. You have just alienated and made a tasteless joke in reference to 1 out of every 100 customers.
And finally, I wanted to let you know that you have made survivors of the most horrific trauma and abuse a punchline.
Please reconsider this ad and remove it before you cause more damage to your company.
Sincerely, Eleanor Hutchinson (a real life person with DID)]
And today, to my shock and amazement:
[TEXT:
Dear Ms. Hutchinson,
Thank you for reaching out to John Gainor regarding the point of sale poster for the banana split seen in Texas.
I am so sorry we have upset you and offended you. Please accept my apologies on behalf of John and the corporation.
Everyone on Texas Marketing and Operations teams is working to have this removed and destroyed immediately.
Kind regards,
Carolyn
Carolyn Kidder Senior Fan Relations Manager American Dairy Queen Corporation
”: ]
My final response:
[TEXT:
Ms. Kidder, Your apology is warmly accepted. Thank you for listening and responding so gracefully. DQ has been a brand I have been loyal to since childhood, and have had the fondest memories. I’m reminded of fund raisers in the community; and the sponsorship of my high school’s hockey team, along with the Peer Mentors program. You have certainly won back my current and future business. I think I’m going to have to go get a blizzard 😊 Thank you for listening to the DID community’s feedback. It helps restore your faith a bit, you know? Take care,Eleanor Hutchinson ]
Long story short; A+ to Dairy Queen for being so responsive. I love you more than I thought possible :,)
While this blog primarily focuses on physical accessibility and ableism directed towards physically disabled people, this is a great example of how to respond to ableism anywhere- especially at a corporate level. Contact the company politely and explain why something is a problem to someone in charge. Don’t yell at employees- it isn’t up to them to decide. Ask the employees how you can contact the manager and/or owner of this branch. Some will refuse to help or lie claiming they don’t know how to reach their manager. If there is a customer satisfaction survey and employees made bs claims like this and stonewalled you that you fill it out with a complaint about their unwillingness to help you. Beyond that harassing employees does nothing. If they won’t say who to contact go directly to the chain head with what happened. They will get in touch with the manager/owner and ensure the issue is fixed because they don’t want their brand to look bad.
This was how I handled a recent incident where a security guard refused to let my working service dog come with me into hospital. I gave them the laws and wrote an info sheet on applicable local laws as well as federal and provincial around service dogs and disability accommodation. They have asked permission to make my info sheet I made to summarize things as a permanent part of their staff training. By going to the person in charge not just yelling at employees, especially if you are able to explain how to fix it, it ends up not only helping you but others who didn’t know what to do or who don’t have the spoons to handle it.
What would it take for someone to sell you three “magic beans” for $10 at a farmer’s market?
Specifically, what kind of person would you buy magic beans from? You have no way of knowing if the beans are actually magical – they probably aren’t. But just how colorful a character would a magic bean salesman have to be before you willingly spent $10 for the experience of buying magic beans from an eccentric stranger?
I wouldn’t buy $10 magic beans from a young man with an undercut and suspenders with sailor tattooes on his forearms. He might be a nice guy – maybe I’d be friends with him. But I would not spend $10 for the experience of purchasing magic beans from him, unless they were actual real magic beans and he could prove that.
I might buy $10 magic beans from a small child in a wizard costume. It depends. Maybe if they’re really committed to the role – then I’m purchasing the privilege of interacting with them.
I might but $10 magic beans from an incredibly sexy, mysterious lady with long opera gloves and glittering eyes, but probably not – I might give her money just for smiling at me but I don’t think she’d really have the right vibe for selling magic beans. Potions, yes. Not beans.
I’d probably buy magic beans from a wild-haired, cheerful witch in overalls and mud boots, but that wouldn’t really be about the beans, it’d be about finding excuses to talk to her.
I’d absolutely buy magic beans from a toothless old person dressed entirely in hot pink or chartreuse who answered my questions with rambling non-sequiturs and told me long, scandalous, scientifically impossible stories about how things used to be.
I would buy three magic beans from the white haired woman who sits on the back of her pickup with dozens of jars of jelly laid out on a table in the abandoned fair ground. She doesn’t sell jelly; she sells potted plants. If you compliment her on her wooden sandals though, she will give you a jar of jelly. She asks if my children are twins every week, and is disappointed they aren’t twins every week. I would buy three magic beans for $10 from her.
On another note, I have traded a crocheted snowflake for ten acorns with a small, barefoot, blonde child in a white dress I encountered in the woods. Two of the acorns sprouted on the way home and I now have them growing in pots.
dude at some point the signs for the goblin market and the farmer’s market in your town got switched but your fae are too polite to say anything when you keep coming back
