finding out picasso died in 1973 feels like the fakest thing ive ever heard. everyone talks about him like he lived in a cave with nothing but a torch and paint he made from berries or bear shit or somethin but nah this dude probably sat down watchin looney tunes thinkin “damn i should draw some dude with a nose on his forehead thatd be dope” i feel so lied to
I never thought about bitcoins contributing to climate change. That’s actually really bad. How’d you fuck up your idea of cryptocurrency that badly
What
Bitcoin mining uses a ton of electricity
currently, bitcoin mining around the world consumes as much electricity as the entire country of Ireland. and in less than a year that consumption will grow exponentially to equal that of the entire United States. and then soon after it will nearly double the entire planets consumption of electricity. cryptocurrency is like pouring gallons of gasoline onto a hellfire - the more crazed people get about obtaining it, the faster we utterly destroy the climate.
Yeah and never mind the fact that it REPRESENTS NOTHING. It isn’t representative of any actual resource of any amount of productive, useful work, it’s just fucking made up like video game money.
Everything about it is asinine and terrible.
WHAT THE FUCK IS A BITCOIN
i think the most egregious example of the manic pixie dream girl trope was this play i but I just remembered seeing it, several years ago…
it was about this sad-sack guy driving across the country to try and reunite his old band for one last show
he’s accompanied by this girl who he was in the band with, back in the day… and he was in love with her then, and she’s cool & smart & funny & talks only to him for the entire play, even when the rest of the band joins him on the drive
& at the end of the play it turns out that she was a ghost the whole time, nobody else in the play could see or hear her, & the ‘last show’ he kept referring to is actually going to be her funeral wake bcs she died..
That her ghost had accompanied them on this trip bcs he was grieving & she wanted to help him let go of her…
which, you know, was a surprise & it was really emotional & legit the play was pretty good
But I just started thinking about it randomly…
And I keep being struck by the fact that the play only works if the entire audience is so used to the idea that a female character would literally only speak to the main male character for the entire length of a narrative.
Would only converse with him, interact with him, even when there were other people around.
That even as he talked about what he was doing next, she never discussed their future goals. She never touched any props or anyone other than him.
That nothing she did or said would genuinely have anything to do with herself as a person, except in the context of how he felt about her.
The entire play hinges on the audience not expecting anything hinky about a female character who acts like that,
& most of the audience bought it, hook, line, and sinker.
even I did. there was genuine feeling of surprise in the room
and I just…
A woman can literally be an incorporeal ghost & as long as she is emotionally supportive of a man we see her as a fully realistically person
if that isn’t a sad indictment of how female characters get treated idk what is, honestly
ETA: FOR THE LOVE OF HECK, THE POINT OF THIS POST IS NOT ‘CHARACTERS ARE SECRET GHOSTS SOMETIMES’, PLEASE STOP CITING THE SIXTH SENSE.THE POINT OF THIS POST IS I CAN THINK OF MANY OTHER STORIES WHERE THE OSTENSIBLY FLESH-AND-BLOOD FEMALE ROMANTIC INTEREST OF THE HERO COULD HAVE BEEN REVEALED TO HAVE BEEN A INCORPOREAL GHOST AT THE END OF THE STORY.
AND THE REST OF THE NARRATIVE WOULD STILL WORK FINE, BECAUSE SHE WAS OTHERWISE THAT UTTERLY LACKING IN AN INTERIOR LIFE.lol @ the postscript
Why the fuck is one of the only three people to reach the bottom of the mariana trench James Cameron?
“so the deep sea challenger is finally ready. to test its abilities, we should send someone to be the first person since 1960 to reach the Challenger Deep. who should it be?”
“how about fuckin uhhhhhhhhhhh the guy who made that Avatar movie”
“yes. yes. god yes. fucking hell yes. oh my god”
He wasnt supposed to come back up
Seven Syllables Of A Haiku Obscured By A Vegan Hotdog, 2014
Alt-Lit
***this is the goddamn fucking height of literature and billiam spearmint or whatever his name was can eat it
