Poll: if your mom remarries when you’re 26 years old is that guy still your stepdad or is he just your mom’s husband.

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shadow the hedgehog is cool. gunblades are cool. vampires are cool. scythes are cool. white hair is cool. we need to stop lying about what is not cool

the first state park job I ever had was really whacky because I was finishing up my associates degree volunteering at one state park for the guy who happened to do all the hiring for all the other parks in the whole state.

so days before graduation, when a seasoned naturalist pulled out of his position just weeks before the season started, the head of hiring was in a bind and asked me if I’d take the job bc well, he knew me and I was there and the park happened to be 20 minutes from my hometown. I said of course without truly understanding the scope.

I ended up completely in charge of the interpretive programming for two nearby state parks, with basically zero supervision. Think about any activity you’ve ever done at a state or national park—guided hike, nature walks, art, outdoor skills, paddling classes, archery, fishing programs, school field trips—that was all on me.

Once a month I would report all of my programs and attendance to the powers that be at state headquarters and hear nothing back. I just assumed I was doing a good job because I wasn’t fired.

I had as much fun as I did stress but you can imagine the pressure I felt & I was way more uptight than usual.

So when I made a mistake, I could really panic.

Once I tried to email a monarch butterfly specialist to ask him to come speak at one of my parks, and I accidentally emailed some man in an totally different country instead.

I had introduced myself as the park naturalist and he replied, “I’d love to see some “Naturalist” photos of you ; )”

I really panicked bc in my head I somehow figured that IT would read this exchange on my state park email and somehow conclude I was offering nudes internationally, so I responded something like, this was the wrong email NEVER CONTACT ME AGAIN!!!!!!!! (but very formal)

And he got back with a photo of the sunset outside his window and said, verbatim, bc I will always remember this, “Mallaidh Anne….relaxation….There are more things between heaven and earth. And our fates…”

It was somehow so mystifying that all the anxiety just evaporated from me. It made such little sense it completely neutralized the situation.

To this day whenever my sister and I are stressed because we don’t know what the fuck is going on we look at each other and say, “and our fates………..”

I’m a teacher assistant for spanish grammar and the professor was explaining epícenos (single gendered words that encompass masculine and feminine beings) and he was using iguana as an example and he said: “there is only one gender… iguana” and i had to mute my microphone

medieval backstreet boys: you are… my friar

i learned about Tim Wong who successfully and singlehandedly repopulated the rare California Pipevine Swallowtail butterfly in San Francisco. In the past few years, he’s cultivated more than 200 pipevine plants (their only food source) and gives thousands of caterpillars to his local Botanical Garden (x)

alright guys im curious. who were the worst mutuals youve ever had

(for the purposes of this poll, there is no monkey's paw situation: the chore you pick stays the same level of difficulty/grossness/etc. as it normally is for you, and you only have to do it as often as you want to. the chores you don't pick are magically done for you exactly the way you'd want them to be, just with zero effort on your part.)

Anyone missing a heavy stone/concrete Dalek?

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My solution for bloatware is this: by law you should hire in every programming team someone who is Like, A Guy who has a crappy laptop with 4GB and an integrated graphics card, no scratch that, 2 GB of RAM, and a rural internet connection. And every time someone in your team proposes to add shit like NPCs with visible pores or ray tracing or all the bloatware that Windows, Adobe, etc. are doing now, they have to come back and try your project in the Guy's laptop and answer to him. He is allowed to insult you and humilliate you if it doesn't work in his laptop, and you should by law apologize and optimize it for him. If you try to put any kind of DRM or permanent internet connection, he is legally allowed to shoot you.

With about 5 or 10 years of that, we will fix the world.

Are women who read bara fujoshis or is that another thing

that chimera ain't right