Nobody talks about the termites killed by anteaters…… it’s right there in the name. ANT eaters. No one even cares that they eat more termites than ants. There’s a stigma
Nobody talks about the termites killed by anteaters...... it's right there in the name. ANT eaters. No one even cares that they eat more termites than ants. There's a stigma
this was at the university of waterloo, luckily none of the wounds were fatal, but regardless this is awful
For anyone who’s not aware, the 1989 École Polytechnique massacre was a mass shooting in a Montreal university, perpetrated by a man who was “fighting feminism” by murdering women engineering students. He killed 14 women and injured 14 more before killing himself.
The anniversary of the shooting is commemorated in Canada as the National Day of Remembrance and Action on Violence Against Women. It’s the kind of event that should serve as a cautionary tale forever, that should drive us to ongoing action so that nothing like it ever happens again. Clearly we’re not doing enough.
image id: the image is a tweet by erin reed @ErinInTheMorn. the tweet contains a screenshot of a news headline titled “3 people stabbed in canada university building and police say a person is detained”.
the body of the tweet says “i have been informed that a stabbing occurred today in canada. a young man entered into a gender studies class, asked what was being taught, and proceeded to go on a stabbing spree. it was a sickening action fueled by bigotry pushed by those pedaling [sic] anti-LGBTQ+ panic.” end id
For anyone who’s not aware, the 1989 École Polytechnique massacre was a mass shooting in a Montreal university, perpetrated by a man who was “fighting feminism” by murdering women engineering students. He killed 14 women and injured 14 more before killing himself.
The anniversary of the shooting is commemorated in Canada as the National Day of Remembrance and Action on Violence Against Women. It’s the kind of event that should serve as a cautionary tale forever, that should drive us to ongoing action so that nothing like it ever happens again. Clearly we’re not doing enough.
image id: the image is a tweet by erin reed @ErinInTheMorn. the tweet contains a screenshot of a news headline titled “3 people stabbed in canada university building and police say a person is detained”.
the body of the tweet says “i have been informed that a stabbing occurred today in canada. a young man entered into a gender studies class, asked what was being taught, and proceeded to go on a stabbing spree. it was a sickening action fueled by bigotry pushed by those pedaling [sic] anti-LGBTQ+ panic.” end id
“Aw man! This pie doesn’t taste at all like what grandma use to make! I’m must be a terrible baker:(“
Maybe! Or maybe one of many things might be different from the recipe you’ve been trying to follow
Baking is largely both a science, and bullshit. Anything from the altitude you’re at, or the mosture in the air, or the way you’re measuring ingredients (ie weight vs volume) can effect how your final result of what you’re making will come out. A few examples just in my grandmother’s Apple Pie recipe are
Her recipe calls for Crisco in the crust, but Crisco changed their formula in 2007, effecting the taste and texture of the crusts made, so adjustments have to be made to account for that
The Apple tree in her backyard is gone, and no apples sold commonly in stores are similar to whatever random variety she had, and there are over 7,500 known varieties of apples
Not all flour that you buy from the store is the same, and I’m not just even talking about like. Cake flour vs wheat flour. Even in the US the kind of regular baking flour differs depending on where you live, and where it’s sourced from
So will I ever make that Apple pie I remember fondly from my childhood? Probably not! Just gotta figure out my own thing that works.
I dunno why I made this post at 6am. Just shit to keep in mind next time you’re struggling with an older recipe I guess!
“Aw man! This pie doesn’t taste at all like what grandma use to make! I’m must be a terrible baker:(“
Maybe! Or maybe one of many things might be different from the recipe you’ve been trying to follow
Baking is largely both a science, and bullshit. Anything from the altitude you’re at, or the mosture in the air, or the way you’re measuring ingredients (ie weight vs volume) can effect how your final result of what you’re making will come out. A few examples just in my grandmother’s Apple Pie recipe are
Her recipe calls for Crisco in the crust, but Crisco changed their formula in 2007, effecting the taste and texture of the crusts made, so adjustments have to be made to account for that
The Apple tree in her backyard is gone, and no apples sold commonly in stores are similar to whatever random variety she had, and there are over 7,500 known varieties of apples
Not all flour that you buy from the store is the same, and I’m not just even talking about like. Cake flour vs wheat flour. Even in the US the kind of regular baking flour differs depending on where you live, and where it’s sourced from
So will I ever make that Apple pie I remember fondly from my childhood? Probably not! Just gotta figure out my own thing that works.
I dunno why I made this post at 6am. Just shit to keep in mind next time you’re struggling with an older recipe I guess!
Oh I see so it’s not that the person who made it was cultivating the strangest vibe possible for the grimace birthday playlist it’s that they put every song ever on it
The word “faggot” appears in the lyrics on this playlist multiple times. Dead Kennedy’s are on here.
I cannot. Stress. Enough. It is on the grimace birthday playlist.
Oh I see so it's not that the person who made it was cultivating the strangest vibe possible for the grimace birthday playlist it's that they put every song ever on it
i love that you can get high off of nutmeg and it fucking sucks so you get videos like this
Omg so I did a project on nutmeg highs for a college level psychopharmacology class one time. It’s my favorite project ever.
Some highlights about nutmeg (might not be perfectly up to date but we’re accurate as of the early 2010s):
There are only 2 known fatalities attributed to “overdoses” on nutmeg. One of them was an 8 year old boy in the 1800s who ate several grams….. To treat him, the doctors injected a combination of brandy (yes, the liquor), a smidge of cocaine, and some other highly questionable substances I don’t remember the exact details of. (May edit this post later to add them). After the “treatment,” he died. Was it the nutmeg that killed him or the (literal) cocktail straight to the blood that could perhaps kill a grown man? The world may never know.
Update: it was 14 grams, and in 1908.
The dose of nutmeg needed to get high is approximately 5 grams. The toxic (NOT lethal, toxic just means ‘starts to make you feel some degree of very sick’) is also 5 grams. This means that in basically every instance in which a person successfully uses nutmeg to get high, they also feel very ill. Most people report nausea, vomiting, and abdominal pain, at the very least.
The nutmeg community is WILD. Part of my project required that I quote actual users from testimony somewhere online. The stories I read were so absurd that they still live in my head rent-free almost a decade later. Every single story (except ONE, see below) were indeed tales of utter misery.
One was a guy who ate 10g of nutmeg before his sister’s wedding. He reported that the wedding was “not very enjoyable” as “the cake tasted like dirt” and dancing felt like “being a puppet pulled poorly and roughly around by a bad marionette.”
Another reported doing nutmeg and becoming convinced he had destroyed his brain. He said he stared out the window of his second floor apartment and “looked down at the other people, the normal people, the ones who weren’t going to be 30 IQ points stupider for the rest of their lives. I envied them for what they had. They didn’t even know. I would never be like them again.” He reported that he was fine a day later after the high wore off, and swore he’d never do it again. I still remember his username. RIP thelittletripperthatcouldnt.
The final guy, though. His story was the strangest. He LOVED nutmeg. He nut(meg)ed every day. For 12 hours each day he would watch porn and do nutmeg. He had done this for months. He was happy. He recommended nutmeg to everyone. I did not include his take in my presentation.
The title of the presentation was “why you shouldn’t do nutmeg”. I used the Chiller font. Don’t do nutmeg, kids.
My favorite fun fact about this is that Malcolm X talked several times about taking nutmeg.
My favorite not so fun story is from the time I interned at a vegan bakery. I got to hear the story of a guy who used to work there who just really liked the taste of nutmeg and didn’t know it would get you high, so he loaded up a milkshake with three tablespoons of nutmeg at the start of his shift. He spent the rest of the shift curled up in a corner hallucinating that bats were attacking him.
Omg so I did a project on nutmeg highs for a college level psychopharmacology class one time. It’s my favorite project ever.
Some highlights about nutmeg (might not be perfectly up to date but we’re accurate as of the early 2010s):
There are only 2 known fatalities attributed to “overdoses” on nutmeg. One of them was an 8 year old boy in the 1800s who ate several grams….. To treat him, the doctors injected a combination of brandy (yes, the liquor), a smidge of cocaine, and some other highly questionable substances I don’t remember the exact details of. (May edit this post later to add them). After the “treatment,” he died. Was it the nutmeg that killed him or the (literal) cocktail straight to the blood that could perhaps kill a grown man? The world may never know.
Update: it was 14 grams, and in 1908.
The dose of nutmeg needed to get high is approximately 5 grams. The toxic (NOT lethal, toxic just means ‘starts to make you feel some degree of very sick’) is also 5 grams. This means that in basically every instance in which a person successfully uses nutmeg to get high, they also feel very ill. Most people report nausea, vomiting, and abdominal pain, at the very least.
The nutmeg community is WILD. Part of my project required that I quote actual users from testimony somewhere online. The stories I read were so absurd that they still live in my head rent-free almost a decade later. Every single story (except ONE, see below) were indeed tales of utter misery.
One was a guy who ate 10g of nutmeg before his sister’s wedding. He reported that the wedding was “not very enjoyable” as “the cake tasted like dirt” and dancing felt like “being a puppet pulled poorly and roughly around by a bad marionette.”
Another reported doing nutmeg and becoming convinced he had destroyed his brain. He said he stared out the window of his second floor apartment and “looked down at the other people, the normal people, the ones who weren’t going to be 30 IQ points stupider for the rest of their lives. I envied them for what they had. They didn’t even know. I would never be like them again.” He reported that he was fine a day later after the high wore off, and swore he’d never do it again. I still remember his username. RIP thelittletripperthatcouldnt.
The final guy, though. His story was the strangest. He LOVED nutmeg. He nut(meg)ed every day. For 12 hours each day he would watch porn and do nutmeg. He had done this for months. He was happy. He recommended nutmeg to everyone. I did not include his take in my presentation.
The title of the presentation was “why you shouldn’t do nutmeg”. I used the Chiller font. Don’t do nutmeg, kids.
My favorite fun fact about this is that Malcolm X talked several times about taking nutmeg.
My favorite not so fun story is from the time I interned at a vegan bakery. I got to hear the story of a guy who used to work there who just really liked the taste of nutmeg and didn't know it would get you high, so he loaded up a milkshake with three tablespoons of nutmeg at the start of his shift. He spent the rest of the shift curled up in a corner hallucinating that bats were attacking him.
one thing me n my art loving gf would do is visit galleries and play a game called “root, loot or boot”
the gist is that you would look at a group of paintings in a room and decide which figure in the painting you’d root (fuck, in Australian slang), which painting you’d loot (steal and put on your wall at home) and which painting you’d boot (punt into the garbage because it’s shit and Not Art)
a couple of things about my experiences:
1. this game is a lot more fun if you’re attracted to women because there’s so many Hot Gals to choose from
2. if you are attracted to men, you will spend a lot of time going “well, looks like I’ll have to pick jesus again” as my bi gf did
3. it gets more complicated in modern art museums and you find yourself having saying, “I’d fuck the rhombus” “you CAN’T fuck the rhombus” “then I’ll fuck that blue squiggle thing. what’s it called?” “creeping existential dread in blue” “then does that mean I’m fucking the squiggle or am I getting fucked by the existential dread it represents?” “aren’t we all already getting fucked by existential dread?”
4. if you play this with an art history nerd, they may decide to kill you over one of your “boot” choices
5. you will get Disapproving Looks from other patrons who overhear your heated debates
6. it’s also the best fun you’ll ever have in an art gallery
“you CAN’T fuck the rhombus’ sounds like Quitter Talk to me.
one thing me n my art loving gf would do is visit galleries and play a game called “root, loot or boot”
the gist is that you would look at a group of paintings in a room and decide which figure in the painting you’d root (fuck, in Australian slang), which painting you’d loot (steal and put on your wall at home) and which painting you’d boot (punt into the garbage because it’s shit and Not Art)
a couple of things about my experiences:
1. this game is a lot more fun if you’re attracted to women because there’s so many Hot Gals to choose from
2. if you are attracted to men, you will spend a lot of time going “well, looks like I’ll have to pick jesus again” as my bi gf did
3. it gets more complicated in modern art museums and you find yourself having saying, “I’d fuck the rhombus” “you CAN’T fuck the rhombus” “then I’ll fuck that blue squiggle thing. what’s it called?” “creeping existential dread in blue” “then does that mean I’m fucking the squiggle or am I getting fucked by the existential dread it represents?” “aren’t we all already getting fucked by existential dread?”
4. if you play this with an art history nerd, they may decide to kill you over one of your “boot” choices
5. you will get Disapproving Looks from other patrons who overhear your heated debates
6. it’s also the best fun you’ll ever have in an art gallery
Scientists once thought that ADHD symptoms were always present. But previous research from Rapport, who has been studying ADHD for more than 36 years, has shown the fidgeting was most often present when children were using their brains’ executive functions, particularly “working memory.” That’s the system we use for temporarily storing and managing information required to carry out complex cognitive tasks such as learning, reasoning and comprehension.
Scientists once thought that ADHD symptoms were always present. But previous research from Rapport, who has been studying ADHD for more than 36 years, has shown the fidgeting was most often present when children were using their brains' executive functions, particularly "working memory." That's the system we use for temporarily storing and managing information required to carry out complex cognitive tasks such as learning, reasoning and comprehension.
Here’s full study: https://www.eurekalert.org/news-releases/478386
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