I’ve got my tumblr inbox turned off so I really have to commend the person who actually emailed me to let me know they don’t like the things I’ve posted about the UnitedHealth CEO being murdered on their commitment to their beliefs.
But seen as how you emailed me from a dud email that appears to be bouncing back replies and I really wanted to address something you said to me about violence begetting violence:
My migraine medication, the medication I was given for my debilitating neurological disease that has gotten so bad I spent most of this year actively suicidal, costs $1300 a month.
My insurance covered it. But only because my doctors office went to fucking war for me because I’m a high anaphylaxis risk for the drugs the insurance wanted me to try.
Because that’s the thing.
My doctors knew, based on my documented medical history, I likely wouldn’t be a good fit for the “first line” of preventative migraine drugs, but because of insurance, I had to be given drugs that were contradictory to my other life threatening conditions, because otherwise insurance wouldn’t cover anything else.
I failed them. Spectacularly and with an anaphylactic reaction to one of them. And I was still warned insurance would fight me because I hadn’t tried the remaining drug they wanted me to try.
A drug which I would have to take in an ER waiting room because my mast cell disease is unpredictable but insurance wouldn’t cover in-patient treatment to let me try it safely under medical supervision.
Is that not violence?
Were all the times I was denied coverage for vital and necessary procedures that could have prevented my disabilities from worsening not violence?
Maybe not in the sense you mean. But I assure you it felt very much like violence to me.
Do I condone murder? No, obviously. But I’m also sick and tired of people pretending that what is happening to the American people every day isn’t eugenics through class warfare.
Violence begets violence.
It sure fucking does.
Maybe these insurance companies should have thought of that first.
A gay awakening
My laptop ran an update while I was sleeping last night which would've been fine except that the fan pad it sits on has rgb lights that fire up whenever the the computer first powers on, so in the middle of the night my computer finished its restart sequence and this happened:
Would the plural of Brudi be Brüdi?
Wenn, dann Brüdis
alex hirsch going rogue… king shit
There's a charm to older animation due to the limits of the time. Everything from limitations on the color pallette to characters' collars being used to isolate head animations to that one rock that you can tell is definitely gonna move in the next scene. Limitations impact aesthetics, and then those aesthetics live past the limitations as people remember them fondly.
It's a bit less visible in animation (although there are examples like Megalobox), but you see it a lot in indie gaming. Pixelart is still prominently represented despite all of which modern graphics are capable, PS1/2-era graphics have seen a resurgence, and even the CDI Zeldas have a new game that inherits their look.
There's so much to love about old media, the ways limits were pushed, and the jank that resulted. A lot of the time these get written off as low quality or outdated, but they still hold so much effort and imagination that they deserve a better look.
I love the gif because there’s an incredible number of mistakes crammed into just a couple of seconds.
1. how the hole starts in the wall but it keeps moving forward
2. then magically heals itself
3. the triceratops walks right through the wall
4. the table blinking before the dinosaurs appear
5. both tables disappear
6. so suddenly appear again as they are toppling over
7. two people clipping into running without any transition
8. the table outline hides a man’s legs but there is no table
9. the triceratops horns aren’t white in the second clip
10. tables changing both color and material in the second clip
11. a carnivorous dinosaur’s first instinct is to go and eat a whole plate with salad
your unreliable narrator fucking bit me
i bet there were guys in the 1800s who were super fucking Reddit about everything, but no one had the right word yet for why those guys were so annoying. so they just had to wonder
I don't care what official translations say, I chose to believe "Et tu, Brute?" translates to "What the FUCK, Brutus?"
Didn't have "see your political action philosophy expressed by Jorts the cat" on my 2025 bingo card.
All cats are anarchists.
Probably like 80% of cat owners are also anarchists.
Fill ever drawer in the U.S. Treasury with glitter and a note that says Go to Hell.
Thoughts tossed into the void for your perusal and my relief
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