Foley, Scatterbrained super-liberal feminist everything-avoider and glorious blasphemer. I like Beer, music, dogs, and Science fiction, among other things
oh man aggressively ordering me to do something i’m already doing/planning to do is pretty much guaranteeing that i’m going to stop doing it and take the time to just stare at you with a half blank half incredulous expression on my face
My boss does this. She’s the worst at managing people.
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I’m so glad someone made this.
GOD BLESS WHOEVER MADE THIS.
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I love this man
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Babies are made of folded paper with poop germs on it.
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Women feel more guilt than men, not because of some weird chromosomal issue but because they have a history of being blamed for other people’s behavior. You get hit, you must have annoyed someone; you get raped, you must have excited someone; your kid is a junkie, you must have brought him up wrong.
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Would you say this represents historic and modern colonialism?
I would say that this represents 80 to 90% of human history. If you’re not a fighter, ally your brain to someone who is
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The single saddest Simpson episode. Even thinking about it makes me tear up a little bit.
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I had an auto-repair man once, who, on these intelligence tests, could not possibly have scored more than 80, by my estimate. I always took it for granted that I was far more intelligent than he was. Yet, when anything went wrong with my car I hastened to him with it, watched him anxiously as he explored its vitals, and listened to his pronouncements as though they were divine oracles - and he always fixed my car.
Well, then, suppose my auto-repair man devised questions for an intelligence test. Or suppose a carpenter did, or a farmer, or, indeed, almost anyone but an academician. By every one of those tests, I’d prove myself a moron, and I’d be a moron, too. In a world where I could not use my academic training and my verbal talents but had to do something intricate or hard, working with my hands, I would do poorly. My intelligence, then, is not absolute but is a function of the society I live in and of the fact that a small subsection of that society has managed to foist itself on the rest as an arbiter of such matters.
Consider my auto-repair man, again. He had a habit of telling me jokes whenever he saw me. One time he raised his head from under the automobile hood to say: “Doc, a deaf-and-mute guy went into a hardware store to ask for some nails. He put two fingers together on the counter and made hammering motions with the other hand. The clerk brought him a hammer. He shook his head and pointed to the two fingers he was hammering. The clerk brought him nails. He picked out the sizes he wanted, and left. Well, doc, the next guy who came in was a blind man. He wanted scissors. How do you suppose he asked for them?”
Indulgently, I lifted my right hand and made scissoring motions with my first two fingers. Whereupon my auto-repair man laughed raucously and said, “Why, you dumb jerk, He used his voice and asked for them.” Then he said smugly, “I’ve been trying that on all my customers today.” “Did you catch many?” I asked. “Quite a few,” he said, “but I knew for sure I’d catch you.” “Why is that?” I asked. “Because you’re so goddamned educated, doc, I knew you couldn’t be very smart.
Isaac Asimov (via skinnybaras)
“Everyone is a genius but if you judge a fish by it’s ability to climb a tree it will spend it’s entire life thinking it is stupid.”
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Every dollar spent at a locally owned business generates two-to-four times the economic development impacts as a dollar spent on an equivalent non-local business.
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Candice Sortino, age 17, ran out on the field during the 7th inning of the Arizona vs. South Carolina game at CWS on June 25th. She smacked two players butts; the one shown here is center fielder Joey Rickard.
my favorite photoset of all time
I love how in the second frame, she’s like hang on. Just one more butt, ok?
Lol
The security guard and the players are laughing! This is the best.
LOOK AT THE CONVICTION IN HER FACE IN THE FIRST PICTURE
THAT IS A WOMAN ON A MISSION
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Shoes ca. 1890
From the FIDM Museum
So why are people not wearing shit like this anymore?
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