Have A Nice Day!

Man, why would you bother?  If Satan is chill, just stay in Hell with all the cool people.  Besides, there are too many straight people in Heaven.  Plus the paperwork is the actual torture of Hell.

All your life, you’ve considered yourself a fairly good person, but after a freak accident, you wind up in hell. Satan turns out to be a pretty chill guy and says there’s been a mistake, and you’re supposed to be in heaven. Now you must suffer through the long and complex paperwork to be moved to where you properly belong.

The chronicle of the monk Herbert of Reichenau for the year 1021 ends “My brother Werner was born on November 1.“ 

1021 was not an uneventful year. The emperor began a campaign into Italy. Illustrious abbots died. There was an earthquake. But Herbert took the time to note, at the end of the year, that his brother was born. 

Of such acts of tenderness is history made. 

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Reblog to boop all of your followers with it.

xkcd

Average Familiarity

Here you go!

I’m trying to find that XKCD comic with the two geologists who are like “we have to remember the average layperson only knows formulas for three or four basic schists and quartzes” and I cannot.

Anyone have it where you can lay hands on it?

can't expect to be able to use bathrooms in public

Hear me out: I think the trans and disabled communities should be bffs (like the ace and bi communities are). Not only are there a lot of people who are both, but consider our shared experiences:

The grand and noble tradition of lying to doctors to get semi-adequate medical care.

"It's all in your head."

Being told we're faking it to get those sweet, sweet benefits of being oppressed and having unusually high rates of poverty.

People asking us invasive personal questions within 0.2 seconds of meeting us.

Being told that we're not REALLY trans/disabled because we don't fit into preconceived notions of what we should look like.

Being held to ridiculously high standards of appropriate behavior/attire/language because if our whole lives don't revolve around being the perfect cripple/performing gender to the max, we are either faking or somehow being bad representation of ourselves.

Shocking people by actually being happy with our bodies and celebrating them.

Also shocking people by expressing negative feelings about our bodies.

Getting frustrated when people act like we're oppressing them for wanting to exist comfortably in public.

In short, we have a lot in common re: the shit we put up with, and we should be besties.

xoxo--a disabled

I spent my two-hour layover mourning the two halves of my Ovation. Help me save others from the same fate!