A Reminder To The "the American Government Wouldn't..." Crowd. They Have. They Have Made Their Own Internment

Cumture

FUCK THE QUEUE IS EMPTY AGAIN

I’m so sorry finals have kept me so fucking busy I can’t even. Like I didn’t even notice

once summer break starts I’ll try to not let this happen as much

On my 100th rewatch of the Gamer’s Little Playground no commentary lets play and my god. I love them all so much. Seasons 1 and 2 are best don’t @ me

hey sweet pea 🍊🌸

jarida behaviour

There’s a scientific journal called “Get me off Your Fucking Mailing List”.

In 2005, computer scientists David Mazières and Eddie Kohler created this highly profane ten-page paper as a joke, to send in replying to unwanted conference invitations. It literally just contains that seven-word phrase over and over, along with a nice flow chart and scatter-plot graph.

An Australian computer scientist named Peter Vamplew sent it to the International Journal of Advanced Computer Technology in response to spam from the journal. Apparently, he thought the editors might simply open and read it.

Instead, they automatically accepted the paper — with an anonymous reviewer rating it as “excellent” — and requested a fee of $150. While this incident is pretty hilarious, it’s a sign of a bigger problem in science publishing. This journal is one of many online-only, for-profit operations that take advantage of inexperienced researchers under pressure to publish their work in any outlet that seems superficially legitimate.

they make me sick

I love being alone most of the time. It's the only state of being I know of how to be. Like a concrete flower. There, but not noticed, or acknowledged. Crying alone when nobody else is awake or around. Never having space to myself. Everybody wants to be involved now for themselves. I'm just tired, really. Tired of never feeling like I can achieve a deep emotional connection to anybody, or being completely myself because of things I can not help. It's just something too far out of my reach. I have to just accept my role of being the called upon one, who nurtures and cares for somebody, and being ditched when the person they really want comes back, but still being there. It's my birthright. My curse of life.

Fluttershe