a genre-aware white haired anime boy that dyes his hair in protagonist colours in an attempt to avoid his tragic fate
Anime mom untying her side ponytail when shit starts going down to avoid death
black-haired rival anime boy who talks way too much to avoid being the silent but respected rival
Pink haired anime girl who avoids the protagonist at all costs because she has zero interest in him and doesn’t want to become the love interest.
disproportionately large-breasted anime girl who only wears baggy sweaters and ankle-length pleated skirts in ugly plaids because she doesn’t want to become the fanservice character
Anime dad realising that maybe he should treat his son better
We are Cat and Roy, a married couple living in an unconverted school bus in Colorado. Winter is coming and we aren’t prepared. We are also unemployed. We used to work for Labor Ready, but they’ve fallen off so hard we can’t get work from them any more. We’re currently looking for work, but it’s not easy going.
I (Cat) have chronic pain and depression, both of which I’ve only just begun receiving treatment for. As of right now I have a plethora of doctors appointments I’m struggling to keep, including physical therapy every week. I haven’t been able to work at a scheduled job in about two years, but I’m currently seeking employment, as is Roy.
I also do tarot readings online ( @psychic-cat ) and I make porn (Manyvids.com/ladythc), although the porn production has been difficult in the bus, especially now that it’s cold.
Last month we gave shelter to a homeless mother and child for about a week and that kind of set us back a bit (not that we would have had it any other way given their situation).
We had hoped to insulate the bus by now and have a better heating system. As of right now we have cardboard in some of the windows and a small propane heater that runs on small canisters ($4 = 6 hours of heat).
We’re also currently pretty low on food, although we could manage some sad-ass meals over the next day or two. We have a stove we can cook on, but it also takes propane canisters. One of those lasts about two days on the stove.
Until one of us finds a job and starts getting paid, we are going to have to rely on donations as our main source of income.
Task Rabbit took our application fees and never contacted us, despite us reaching out to them multiple times.
Amazon accepted both of our applications, but are telling us they can’t place us at any of their locations here (which seems really fishy to me…)
We haven’t heard anything from any of the other places we’ve applied, but we’re keeping at it.
I seem to be working up a cold, though, so I suspect I’m gonna be useless for the next few days.
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Why do grown ass adults want to eat Tide pods so much?
Because a ton of the visual/olfactory/textural sensory information these pods give me the match nutritionally-dense fruit. It’s got the oleic gleam of something high-fat like an avocado, but bright carotenoid-rich coloration like a berry that wants to be eaten by red-seeing primates and birds. It tends to smell sweet and slightly floral, enhancing that effect. Similarly, when you hold it, it is quite dense (denser than water), but very soft and liquid, once again reaffirming that this “fruit” has either high sugar or high fat content and almost no cellulose to it.
As a result, within me is a less-clever monkey just screaming to eat this delicious fruit in my hand about to go into the laundry, and it does in fact take willpower to tell him he’s a stupid monkey and this is a bubble of foul-tasting poison. But every time I do laundry, this fucking limbic monstrosity rises again and assures me it’s basically like a cherry but Even Better. I have legitimately debated just biting down on one in the hopes of inducing a deterrent memory to forestall this urge in the future, but that’s what my goddamn mammal-brain wants me to fucking do and I refuse to let it win.
Human Brain: Don’t eat the posion pod its fucking posion Monkey Brain: Eat the fruit pod its fruit Lizard Brain: The Washing Machine Is Vibrating Give It The Sex Fish Brain: Climb inside the washing machine it is safe.
why do russians end their sentences with) while texting. ??
Yeah I was wondering the same thing! Can anyone explain?
ooh i’m glad to explain this! see this smiling face 🙂 ? well! in Russia we somehow ended up not using the eye part. so if someone texts you with lots of “))“s in the end of their message, they are just trying to be friendly and smile! same with (, if a russian person ends their message like that((, it means they are sad. hope that helped!)
So basically the cylinder that science has used as THE kilogram since 1889 has been losing microscopic weight, like a few billionths of a kilogram. What scientists plan to do is instead of having a physical object set the standard for how much a kilogram weighs, they’re going to express it in terms of Planck’s Constant, a fundamental constant in quantum physics as unchanging as the speed of light in a vacuum. By dividing Planck’s Constant by the Meter and the Second (both already defined by fundamental constants), you get an insanely small weight. Multiply that by a big enough number and you get one kilogram!
So instead of measuring all weights against an object that can change, the kilogram is defined by unchanging physical constants and pure math.
Alexis 