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[After the Consortium dream meeting about taking down Davy Jones] Boss Leader: Is our plan ready to go already? I got distracted. Dr. Zarei: *walking back into the room* I don’t- ok, I am not a DISTRACTION, first of all-
found footage horror movie where the guy filming is a landlord trying to sell a haunted house, filming the property and frantically trying to quickly pan away from all the obvious ghost activity with less and less success
I know that the UK censorship laws are evils and fucked up on the face of them but I feel like we kinda blew past the part where it uses a phrenology machine to check your age.
“Yeah also the phrenology machine doesn’t work.” Yeah that’s already covered in the part about it being a phrenology machine.
it is possible for someone to be ‘more disabled’ than you, and that’s okay. all it means is that they have higher support needs and their disability disables them more than yours does.
that is not an attack on your validity as a disabled person.
that does not mean that you are not disabled.
someone else’s disability has no impact on your own. there will always be someone more disabled than you. that is completely okay.
This whole thing about scanning your face to prove tour age is making me remember, in 2018 while out in paris we got our wallet stolen during a particularly busy night at a lesbian bar. It was very late and with no money to buy metro tickets we were effectively stranded, but some people helped us and we ended up staying the night at a really sweet older man’s place. His face was deeply scarred and he was missing an eye. We chatted on our way and he told me about his life, probably to help calm me down. He explained he had been stuck in a house fire 20 years ago and had had multiple rounds of facial reconstruction and a skin graft, but there’s only so much surgery can do so he just learned to live with it. I remember he said he liked the queer bars because they’re the only place people don’t really stare at him.
At some point I took out my phone, and at the time I was using face unlock. This prompted him to tell me all the ways this technology doesn’t work on him. How his phone selfie camera doesn’t focus right because it’s not a detecting a face. How he had to update his ID the old fashioned way, because the website kept rejecting his photos. And how it was becoming more and more common, and how it was making his life way harder.
This was 7 years ago, and now whenever I see this sort of technology I think of how that guy can’t use it. And how house fires are pretty common, and how anything from being born this way to a skin condition to heavy tattooing can probably cause the same issue. Can these people get age verified ? Will they just lose access to all social media, which are increasingly necessary in society, if this becomes the norm ? These are people who are already driven out of public spaces due to how they look, and they’re getting pushed out online too all in the interest of companies wanting more money.
Super weird to have innocuously added a silly personal anecdote to a post you didn’t realize was super popular…
Only to have it cross your dash a week later and find out that like 12,000 people think you’re lying.
¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Okay so since this hasn’t died yet, I feel like I have to add to it. The story re: my dept. lead also being on Tumblr and us outing each other with the sacred texts is like, one of the least weird/that sounds fake things that’s ever happened to me.
Some of the greatest hits include:
-Was taken to the military funeral of a total stranger in the swamp lands of Louisiana by another total stranger when I thought I was going to a work meeting. (A funeral that ended with the words ‘Sombitch y'all done shot MeeMaw!’)
-Asked Zac Efron to take a photo with me in 2008 and then getting so flustered that I asked 'Do you want to use my camera or yours?’ (he was very nice and said 'Why don’t we use yours.’)
-Was dressed exactly the same as every single person in my company (not in a company uniform, we were all dressed like our IT guy) when we were raided by the FBI.
-Got asked out at my mother’s funeral.
-Signed an autograph as Kat Dennings to a VERY drunk man at the Nashville Airport just to get him to leave me alone.
-Attended my husband’s 15th high school reunion alone and entirely by accident.
-Had a man come into my cafe and harass my employees and when I told him to leave he got up in my face and said 'I can gut you like a fucking fish.’ And with my utter lack of will to live, I said, without blinking or moving, 'You can try.’
-Acted as maid of honor and gave a wedding toast for a couple I did not know because the bride was desperate to not have her awful sister have the microphone and ruin everything.
…
I mean.
Since @grimeysociety asked, I shall expound upon the tale of being raided by the FBI.
Back in 2018, I started working for a whole body donation center. If you don’t know what that is, it’s when someone decides to donate their bodies to science, we’re like 'Yeah, hi, we’ll take it.’
This company was very much on the up-and-up. We had pristine medical facilities, quarterly state inspections, all the right certifications, the whole nine. HOWEVER that’s not the case for every whole body donation center in the country.
(If you’re considering donation, it’s a wonderful gift, but PLEASE research the company you’re planning to use.)
Imagine that you are an FBI investigator and you have heard all of the horror stories about Frankenstein’s for-profit nightmare factory. Your co-workers have talked about it, there have been team meetings about being respectful of people’s trauma and counseling services available, hell maybe you were there. And now you’re getting ready to raid another facility which might be the same. You go to sleep the night before wondering if you’re going to find a perfectly ordinary office or if you’re going to have nightmares for for the rest of your life about what you find.
And then you walk into the facility and it’s perfectly clean. Everything in order, paperwork filed, nothing amiss.
Except every single fucking person in the entire building is wearing the exact same outfit, from their beanies down to their shoes. Like you walked into a movie theater which you knew was either going to be playing The Human Centipede or Gray’s Anatomy, and it’s playing Gray’s Anatomy but also every single seat is occupied by a mannequin with its head turned towards the entrance.
I wonder if they thought they’d accidentally walked into a cult, some new and special way for things to be fucked up.
being alive is like: you want to go home. you don’t know where home is. you want to go home. you don’t know where home is. you want to go home. you haven’t known for a long time. you want to go home but you don’t know where you’d go. you want to go home you want to go home you want to go home
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