One Time A Ranger 1 (so Not Law Enforcement) At The State Park Where I Worked Was Getting Rid Of A Bunch

WIP Thoughts

I picked up crochet several years back. Out of all of the hobbies that I have cycled through over my life, crochet has stubbornly stuck around. While most of my creations tend to the practical (hats, blankets, leg warmers, bags, and more hats) the evolution of my current project has greatly surprised me. I quite a black thumb, so I never really were drawn to lush leaves and delicate blooms. Until now. I found a way to craft my own undying flowers and vines. Looking at each one as I finish my creations delights me in an entirely unexpected way! I am excited to see how this project continues forward. I am not entirely sure what the end product will just yet. Currently I am toying with making a garland of wisteria blooms and strings of hearts to adorn my bed canopy. I also have to see how my little voidling (cat) will respond to them, once fully assembled.

honestly bedsheets are developing new topologies and geometric forms in the middle of the night and nobody knows why and its really scary

“I LOVE that game!” (watched a letsplay and commentary about it)

“Get a rat and put it in a cage and give it two water bottles. One is just water, and one is water laced with either heroin or cocaine. If you do that, the rat will almost always prefer the drugged water and almost always kill itself very quickly, right, within a couple of weeks. So there you go. It’s our theory of addiction. Bruce comes along in the ‘70s and said, “Well, hang on a minute. We’re putting the rat in an empty cage. It’s got nothing to do. Let’s try this a little bit differently.” So Bruce built Rat Park, and Rat Park is like heaven for rats. Everything your rat about town could want, it’s got in Rat Park. It’s got lovely food. It’s got sex. It’s got loads of other rats to be friends with. It’s got loads of colored balls. Everything your rat could want. And they’ve got both the water bottles. They’ve got the drugged water and the normal water. But here’s the fascinating thing. In Rat Park, they don’t like the drugged water. They hardly use any of it. None of them ever overdose. None of them ever use in a way that looks like compulsion or addiction. There’s a really interesting human example I’ll tell you about in a minute, but what Bruce says is that shows that both the right-wing and left-wing theories of addiction are wrong. So the right-wing theory is it’s a moral failing, you’re a hedonist, you party too hard. The left-wing theory is it takes you over, your brain is hijacked. Bruce says it’s not your morality, it’s not your brain; it’s your cage. Addiction is largely an adaptation to your environment. […] We’ve created a society where significant numbers of our fellow citizens cannot bear to be present in their lives without being drugged, right? We’ve created a hyperconsumerist, hyperindividualist, isolated world that is, for a lot of people, much more like that first cage than it is like the bonded, connected cages that we need. The opposite of addiction is not sobriety. The opposite of addiction is connection. And our whole society, the engine of our society, is geared towards making us connect with things. If you are not a good consumer capitalist citizen, if you’re spending your time bonding with the people around you and not buying stuff—in fact, we are trained from a very young age to focus our hopes and our dreams and our ambitions on things we can buy and consume. And drug addiction is really a subset of that.”

— Johann Hari, Does Capitalism Drive Drug Addiction?

in almost every other children's book where the main heroine is swept away to a land of whimsy she's shown having a lovely time; braving dangers occasionally, trying to find her way home, sure, but ultimately delighting in the magic around her. meanwhile alice spends her entire time in wonderland like

today I used the phrase "breasting boobily" in casual real life conversation and everyone was shocked asking how I came up with that and I had to explain it. ive been at the devil's sacrament so long that I forgot he wasn't god

"You're losing blood" no I know exactly where it is. The floor. Don't ever underestimate me.