Me: *lays Down In My Bed*

me: hey mom i found something outside

mom: it better not be a frog in your mouth

me:

Anyone: *stands behind me while I’m on my phone*

Me:

Okay I'm curious: your astrology sign , Myers-Briggs type, Hogwarts House, and DnD alignings in the tags.

I'm disgusted.

Literal Nazis are terrorizing Charlottesville right now. I wish I could say that I was shocked. I wish that I could say this isn’t the America I know. I wish more than anything that this wasn’t happening.

This isn’t about “listening to other people’s opinions” and “being open minded.” Hating other peope, hurting other people, KILLING other people is not an acceptable “opinion,” and if you have this opinion, all of your other opinions become tainted by that mindset and they cannot be listened to. The minute we try to “hear out” nazis is the minute shit like this starts to happen.

THIS IS TERRORISIM, AND WE NEED TO DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT.

To my black and

Jewish friends and followers, I am deeply sorry for this. I hope that you are safe. I can’t imagine how difficult this must be for you.

do u ever think about someone and ur like: i wanna take care of them so hard??? i want to be their #1 supporter especially during times when they think no one believes in them. i want to comfort them when their thoughts are too loud and i’ll stay up with them all night until they drift off into a peaceful sleep in my arms. like u just wanna b there for them???? and love them endlessly????? and give them affection and so much love that they have never received????

We often look back at the early adopters of now-ubiquitous technologies and think: wow, we sure were silly to be so skeptical of something we now couldn’t live without.

It’s tempting to look around at today’s emerging technologies and wonder: what soon-to-be-indispensable conveniences will we ourselves be mocked for dismissing as impractical fads?

Rather than looking to the future, however, I often find myself peering further into the past, applying the question to technologies that are so omnipresent it doesn’t usually occur to us that there must have been early adopters at all.

Like, what must it have been like to be one of the first people to wear hats?  What did the early-adopter glitches for the concept of putting things on your head look like?

A man is driving down the road and breaks down near a monastery. He goes to the monastery, knocks on the door, and says, “My car broke down. Do you think I could stay the night?” The monks graciously accept him, feed him dinner, even fix his car. As the man tries to fall asleep, he hears a strange sound. The next morning, he asks the monks what the sound was, but they say, “We can’t tell you. You’re not a monk.” The man is disappointed but thanks them anyway and goes about his merry way. Some years later, the same man breaks down in front of the same monastery. The monks accept him, feed him, even fix his car. That night, he hears the same strange noise that he had heard years earlier. The next morning, he asks what it is, but the monks reply, “We can’t tell you. You’re not a monk.” The man says, “All right, all right. I’m *dying* to know. If the only way I can find out what that sound was is to become a monk, how do I become a monk?” The monks reply, “You must travel the earth and tell us how many blades of grass there are and the exact number of sand pebbles. When you find these numbers, you will become a monk.” The man sets about his task. Forty-five years later, he returns and knocks on the door of the monastery. He says, “I have traveled the earth and have found what you have asked for. There are 145,236,284,232 blades of grass and 231,281,219,999,129,382 sand pebbles on the earth.” The monks reply, “Congratulations. You are now a monk. We shall now show you the way to the sound.” The monks lead the man to a wooden door, where the head monk says, “The sound is right behind that door.” The man reaches for the knob, but the door is locked. He says, “Real funny. May I have the key?” The monks give him the key, and he opens the door. Behind the wooden door is another door made of stone. The man demands the key to the stone door. The monks give him the key, and he opens it, only to find a door made of ruby. He demands another key from the monks, who provide it. Behind that door is another door, this one made of sapphire. So it went until the man had gone through doors of emerald, silver, topaz, and amethyst. Finally, the monks say, “This is the last key to the last door.” The man is relieved to no end. He unlocks the door, turns the knob, and behind that door he is amazed to find the source of that strange sound. But I can’t tell you what it is because you’re not a monk

the real allies