one thing i hate in horror movies or games is whenever there’s a situation that’s like “we GOTTA get OUTTA this HOUSE” nobody ever picks up like, a lamp or a heavy book and just breaks a fucking window
like in RE7 for example, in order to get outside you gotta find three dog head statues and solve a stupid puzzle to unlock a door
but there’s like, windows everywhere
and ethan has a gun
just fucking shoot a window and go outside
or throw your gun at the window. guns are heavy, it’ll break the window.
Colorado Lunch Lady Fired for Giving Kids Free Meals Says She’d Do It Again http://ift.tt/1JoLWZu
from the article:
…“I would have kids start crying when I told them they didn’t have money in their account because they were terrified of getting the cheese sandwich.”
The district’s policy is to give a student a hot meal and charge the parent’s account the first three times they forget lunch money, communications director Tustin Amole told ABC News today. The fourth time, the student is given a cheese sandwich – a single slice of cheese on a hamburger bun – and a milk.
…Curry felt she could not stand by and keep letting it happen.
“It’s not nutrition. It’s not healthy,” she said. “It’s wrong on so many levels, and I hated to see food go to waste. I hated to see food thrown away that could’ve been given to these children that are hungry.”
Curry was supposed to take the students’ food, throw it away and replace it with the cheese sandwich and milk if a student had exceeded the $7.60 debt limit, she said. Instead, she would cancel the transaction and remind the student to bring their lunch money.
Curry acknowledged that her actions went against the district’s policy and when asked why she did it, Curry said, “Because it was the right thing to do and sometimes doing what is right is not what is easy.”
once again, under capitalism, noncompliance with immoral rules means the employee loses her livelihood. and less children have food.
Christ. They would rather throw the food away than feed a child.
Because humiliation is important!
They actually designed the policy to throw food away rather than feed a child.
They deliberately have the child pay after they’ve received the lunch and before they eat it, so that the child gets food that cannot be returned to the serving supply.
They have no interest in retaining the food.
They have no interest in not wasting the food.
They have no interest in not losing the monetary value of the food.
It’s just as fucking gone in the dumpster as it would be if the kid ate it.
But they’d rather put the food in the dumpster than let the child eat it.
They crafted this policy and practice to tell a child that they are less deserving of food than a dumpster that does not need to eat.
to punish these children, let us remember, for something they cannot control, because children are not in charge of how much money their parents have or how much money their parents give the school
Look at this, and remember it next time someone says that the gay community survived the AIDS epidemic.
We didn’t survive, we started over. We lost all but an entire generation.
This is what “we survived Reagan, you’ll survive Trump” looks like. No, we didn’t.
^^^ I hate that line. Because a great many people didn’t survive Reagan, and a good many more won’t survive Trump. People who say that clearly haven’t gotten a goddamned clue.
Last year I took a class called New Queer Cinema and we LITERALLY lost a whole generation of gay actors, musicians, artists, and public figures.
High school musical is a metaphor for bisexuality in that basketball is the straights and theater is the gays and when Troy’s dad said “you’re a basketball player not a singer” Troy says “WHAT IF I WANNA BE BOTH” and the whole team acts like they’re SHOOK
it isn’t though!!! it’s because most relationships aren’t worth the effort. The “sweater curse” is actually most commonly called the “BOYFRIEND sweater curse.” Which=heteronormative, but the curse most often falls on a woman knitting a sweater for a boyfriend. Before she finishes the sweater, they break up - pop culture would have you believe it’s because the boyfriend freaks out do to the weirdness/clinginess of having a sweater made for you, but I think knitters are wiser than that.
It’s because after spending serious £££ on materials, and then HUNDREDS OF HOURS OF LABOR on the creation of the item, with every stitch a prayer of totally focused intent, creating a large display of technical skill - it is then gifted to a non-knitter who does NOT APPRECIATE the work/effort/skill/cost/TIME it took to make it, and in fact thinks you’re a bit weird and making a big deal out of a piece of clothing, and after they go “oh thanks” and shove your creation in the cupboard next to a sweater they got for £15 at an M&S sale, then they never wear your sweater because it’s too tight because when you asked them how their favorite sweaters usually fit they said “I ‘unno” and when you measured them for the fifth time and asked, rather tersely, if they had enough room in the chest, they said “I guess,” and then if pressed they say they don’t really like the sweater design, but then you point out that they were supposed to participate in helping you design it and they say they don’t really care about how things look, and when you say that you tried to match it to their other clothes so how can they hate it, then they say that honestly their mother still buys all their clothes because they hate going shopping, and that they hate all their other clothes too, well. That’s when a sensible knitter goes “Fuck this shit. And you know what? Fuck this man.”
This is what happens when someone posts in a knitting forum “Attack of the sweater curse!” - this is the usual story. It has a rigid plot. It is as old as myth.
That’s when you look at the time you spent and realize, “I could LITERALLY have written the first draft of a novel instead of doing this.” That’s when you go “I could have taken that £200 and bought myself a new wardrobe.” That’s when you go “I could have taken all that intent, all that willpower, all that creative force, and laid down some fucking witchcraft, all right?” That’s when you go “I basically spent 100 hours straight thinking about this bastard while making something amazing for him, and I have no evidence that he ever spent 10 hours of his life thinking about me.”
And “I could spend this time and energy and money in making myself an enormous, intricate heirloom silk shawl with just a touch of cashmere, in elvish twists and leafy lace in all the colors of the night, shot through with subtly glittering stars, warm in winter and cool and summer and light as a lover’s kiss on the shoulders, suitable for draping over my arms at weddings or wrapping myself in to watch the sea, a lace-knotted promise to myself that I will keep for my entire life and gift to my favorite granddaughter when I die, and she will wear it to keep alive my memory - but instead I have this sweater, and this fuckboy.”
The sweater curse is a lesson that the universe gives to a knitter at an important point in their life. It is a gift.
Knitting a sweater for a husband or wife generally doesn’t call down the curse, because the relationship is meant to be stronger than 4-ply.
(Although I say this, but I’ve taken over 5 years to finish a pair of mittens for my husband, because he casually asked me to do something customized with the cables, and I still can’t get the math to work on the right hand.)
one of the best things about samurai jack is that, YOU WANT HIM IN AN OUTFIT???? ITS LIKELY CANON!
Suit? CANON. Dress? CANON. Turtle neck? CANON. HEELS?CANON! CROP TOP?!?!? CANON!!!!!! I HAVE CANONICAL PROOF OF ALL OF THESE!!!!!!
NOTHING BUT UNDERWEAR?!?!?! I T H A P P E N S A L M O S T E V E R Y E P I S O D E!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
