True. Most Irish people, as Norwegians do with Trolls, will happily let the ‘fairies’ be a thing to make tours for tourists and idle threats to make children behave. Most Irish people will have a very normal and mature explanation of fairies as a common folk mythology that expresses some dimension of Irish culture but are not, obviously, to be taken literally.
And most Irish people, if you ask them to move a stone from a fairy circle will immoveably, flatly respond with 'absolutely fucking not’.
Construction projects have had to halt and be abandoned for it.
At work me and a couple coworkers (black, white, and mexican) had a fun discussion on whether there are more ghosts at a hospital or a cemetery.
everyone individually took a moment to specify that ghosts probably aren’t REAL real. then weighed in on where and why.
for the record my position was that there’s probably way more ghosts in hospitals because that’s where people die horribly, but since you can only see ghosts in dark, solitary conditions, graveyards at night is where the majority of ghost sightings occur. hospitals are usually well lit and busy, so even if they’re crammed with ghosts the living are too damn busy to see them. meanwhile if a cemetery has even one ghost that followed her corpse there from the hospital, she’ll be spotted because that’s where all the ghost hunters go to look.
this theory was received as extremely sensible, and a coworker drew the conclusion that that’s why abandoned hospitals are even scarier than graveyards. once the place gets abandoned then you can tell how much ghosts got built up.
we all liked this explanation a lot and explained it to everyone else all night. and of course, none of us believe in ghosts.
Y’all. Y’all. ZooMontana had not one. Not two. But THREE wolverine kits last month. I’m dead. Dying. Reanimating and attempting to immediately drive to Montana even though they won’t be on habitat yet.
Look at this photo I yoinked from their site.
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Last year, I made the voyage out to Billings to try to photograph their single kit. It didn’t go great - they hung out in the back a bunch and I didn’t have the right lens for that habitat. This year, uh, I might need to bring a tent and find a camping spot. I can rent the right lens. I will get baby galumpher photos this year.
About ten, fifteen years ago I wrote a story about a guy living in a Capitalist dystopia. His walls, furniture, and tableware are all covered in smart displays. Basically animated wallpaper. It’s sold as being able to turn your room or objects into anything - A nice forest view, outer space, a fantasy realm… but the companies that run this stuff keep sneaking ads in.
It gets so bad he’s always being woken up by adverts that offer insomnia cures and better bedding that play when he tries to sleep.
So he buys the ad-free tier, and it’s great… for a few months. And then he starts getting adverts from ‘premium partners’. So he goes up a level… and the same thing happens.
So he jailbreaks his wallpaper and sends all the ad servers to 0.0.0.0 and voila… he can sleep.
Until this SWAT team blows his door off and drag him off to jail. The Ad companies are suing him for loss of revenue for the products he’ notionally have bought if he’d watched their adverts, based on some weird 'The average consumer buys X products with an average value of Y’ calculation.
The judge is like 'well I dun wanna annoy the sponsors’ so he RICO’s this guy’s house and possessions and sends him to jail.
… which is a nice relaxed non-volent offender jail for the corporately disenfranchised. But because these people have no money… there’s no ads and now he’s happy because the only place he’s free… is in prison.
Which at the time was a bit much and now it’s like: Called it.
Elon’s suing companies for not advertising because he’s losing revenue. He’s also cranking the price of Ad Free Twitter. Disney and Amazon play adverts on their paid service when services used to be free because of the adverts… and now you have to pay to watch the adverts or go up a couple of tiers.
And google’s going around freaking out about ad-blockers.
OP did it hurt when Apollo’s dodgeball hit you and made you write that story?
the underappreciated comedy of Sherlock Holmes and his violin. he owns a world-class instrument he bought for pennies. he’s an accomplished musician well-versed in the classics. his favorite way to play? fiddling with it absentmindedly while thinking bout other stuff. bitch uses a stradivarius as a stim toy. he bribes his long-suffering roommate with golden oldies
autistic kid forced to learn an instrument growing up: fine I’ll master it, but You Will Regret This
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