there’s nothing purer or better than how much kids enjoy being picked up and then hurled at soft surfaces
anyone who’s ever been around kids for ay meaningful amount of time should know exactly how much kids long to be hefted up and then just fuckin tossed! it’s so good! they’re so excited to get fucking tossed around like a sack of potatoes it’s so pure
Why do kids love it so much? Like I remember when I was a kid at diving practice during the summer, the best part was when one if the coaches would toss you into the deep end. And in gymnastics coaches would toss us into the foam pit. Do kids just have a evolutionary urge to die?
“Vestibular sense provides information about where the body is in relation to its surroundings. This is the sense that helps you understand balance, and it connects with all the other senses.
When the vestibular system does not develop properly all other senses will struggle to function properly. Without a strong vestibular sense, kids will have no choice but to fidget, get frustrated, experience more falls and aggression, get too close to people when talking, and struggle with focusing and listening. Because they literally cannot help it.”
“Here are a few ways to support your child’s vestibular sense:
Spinning in circles.
Using a Merry-Go-Round.
Rolling down a hill.
Spinning on a swing.
Going upside down.
Climbing trees.
Rocking.
Jumping rope.
Summersaults or cartwheels.
Using monkey bars.
Skating.
Going backwards.
Swimming.
Dancing.
Wheel-barrel walks.”
Yeeting kids, spinning them, flipping them upside down, tossing them in the air, and otherwise disrupting their balance temporarily, is Important For Their Development, specifically for their vestibular sense.
Kids love this because they NEED it.
In other words: Don’t forget to calibrate your child’s GPS!
Fox has been ordered to pay $179m to profit participants on the
longrunning TV show Bones; the judgment includes $128m in punitive
damages because the aribitrator that heard the case found that Fox had
concealed the show’s true earnings and its execs had lied under oath to
keep the profit participants from getting their share of the take.
The arbitrator singled out Fox execs Dana Walden, Gary Newman and Peter Rice for “giving false testimony to conceal their wrongful acts.”
The suit turned on Fox’s “self-dealing,” whereby one division would make
a program and sell it to another division at well below market rates,
then claim that the show hadn’t earned very much money, thus denying
payouts to those with a share of the profits: the show’s stars, the
author of the novels the show was adapted from, and the show’s exec
producer.
Fox has vowed to appeal.
Two of the Fox execs singled out by the arbitrator are set to move into
executive roles at Disney after the Disney acquisition of Fox is
complete. Disney CEO Bob Iger gave a statement in their defense.
Do you ever lie awake wondering how the heck Gimli knows what a nervous system is
Clearly dwarves have medical knowledge far more advanced than that of the other races.
His Majesty Dr. Gimli, son of Gloin, Neurosurgeon, M.D.
(deep breath apparently I am going to recklessly spin off that one bad line in a film that didn’t even do Gimli right but whatever-)
Well, Dwarves live in a tough world. They suffer wars all the time, and mining is dangerous too. And there’s little evidence that they have any magical healing.
They are good with engineering, mapping, mechanics: from the big (like giant forges) to the minute (magical toys!); and good with chemistry, and lens-making; and of course, they’re good at making and using very sharp blades.
Why not surgery?
And look, Dain Ironfoot has an advanced prosthetic that lets him ride to battle. Not to mention other Dwarrow we glimpse with missing eyes and major scars and hey! An axe wound to the head! Which someone helped them survive.
So I hereby conclude that Dwarven medical skill is a real and effective thing!
Amputations of irreparably-damaged limbs. Effective use of tourniquets and suturing to stop bleeding to death (if they get to you in time sorry Thorin). Investigations of chemistry and mineralogy to find proto-pharmaceuticals to stave off infection.
And Khazad have have the blessing (and curse) of stubbornness. Look at Óin refusing to leave Kili behind when he is wounded, even being willing to give up the return to Erebor they all have journeyed so far for. “My duty is with my patient!” Stubbornness and loyalty are both good qualities for your physician.
The Hobbits live in such a safe culture that their need for medicine might be limited to home remedies, with trauma too rare for them to perfect surgical skill. The Elves can tap ancient magic and lore for healing, besides being immune to many mortal ills. Mankind, well, what learning they have is subject to erosion through frequent destruction and migration of their cultures. Even in Gondor in the Houses of Healing, we see signs that what was once a deeper knowledge has broken down: once-mastered truths fading away into folklore.
But the Dwarves! Trust a Dwarven doctor for steady hands, a sharp scalpel, and inventive solutions to get you back to work after your most recent battle maiming! Or so says Óin to his nephew, many times, when telling the tales of his journeys.
Perhaps, many years later, Óin goes along on the doomed expedition to Moria in the role of their doctor, officially or not. He’s really too old, but poor noble Balin is determined to go, and young Ori, and the others. And Óin can’t let veterans of the Company, his old companions, and other restless souls head off to Khazad-dum without a medic: who will look after them?
In later years (throughout his life), Gimli remembers his long-lost uncle at times– bits and pieces from the kindly old Dwarrow’s explanations about nerves and bones, anatomy and herbs. Sometimes these flash into his head at the oddest moments: like on a battle-field strewn with the disjuncted forms of enemies.
He would have liked to remember Óin in a better way, in a more peaceful moment, after learning for certain that his kinsman’s death (long feared and mourned by Gloin) is a certainty.
But there are no peaceful moments, after the Chamber of Mazarbul and the bridge of Khazad-dum. And he will have nothing from those dark halls to bring home to his father, except an ancient axe, some crumped pages, and the news that his missing uncle died there.
The Watcher in the Water took Óin. We cannot get out. The end comes. Drums, drums in the deep. They are coming.
He can only hope that safe in the Halls of Mahal, Óin will find Thorin–and Balin–and Fili and Kili–and Ori–and all those whom the old physician ever looked after, so they may thank him. And so he may rest in a place with no more battlefields, where all wounds are healed.
Thinkin about how as kids parents told us to clean our rooms without having ever shown us how to themselves, taught us any organizational skills, spatial management, or any other knowledge necessary to know how to efficiently tackle a mess without getting overwhelmed and then got exasperated when we as ten year olds didn’t just……figure it out
This is not a dunk on my parents for the record. I had wonderful parents growing up and still have an amazing mom. I think this is just one of those smaller and common things of parenthood that I think addressing would be monumental in reducing a very common household stressor. If parents led their children in cleanups and helped them reason out plans to manage their time and stuff, especially neurodivergent kids, the entire household would be a lot more calm, streamlined, and overall happy I think!!!
I don’t know if it’s the context itself, Joker’s fucking smile before it happens, the complete lack of captions, that you only see Batman’s fist. But it’s the funniest fucking thing I have ever seen, and it cracks me up every single time.
