“Particle Physics She-Devils” for me please.
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I can’t even with this
oh my god
Geez noooo!!
But.. that… that is employment. It’s self-employment. You are earning income straight from clients or organizations as opposed to relying on a business as a middleman.
Why do people think that self-employment means that people just laze around all day and shit out content at will? Because that’s not how it works.
Self-employment is an actual job. You’re not only your own boss, but you’re your own creative director, your own accountant, your own PR manager and your own… everything else under the damn sun.
Sure, you’ve got the choice of not working for an entire week and you could just play video games instead. But you’ll lose money off of that. You need to plan accordingly. It’s not like working for a company in the sense that you’ll get compensated time and a half, because that is not how self-employment works.
Then you’ve got taxes to worry about, which presents a far different beast than just filing a W2. You can’t afford to make a mistake lest you get audited, and if you don’t get audited, chances are you might owe taxes.
You also have to pay for your own insurance. General stuff on top of maybe dental and vision too. Even so, if you get into a situation where you’ll be unable to work for an extended period, guess what? You get no sick leave much less extended leave. You won’t get a consistent paycheck like you would if you were employed elsewhere. You lose money for each day you don’t work, and much much more if you can’t work due to injury or illness.
The great thing about it though, is that once you get a good grasp on how to handle being self-employed, it can be pretty damn rewarding. If you’re skilled enough, you can produce a lot more content in less time, or perform a service in less time than if you were employed elsewhere. Depending on the type of work you do, you can spread your work out to be done throughout the day, and you don’t have to completely sacrifice your social life to do what needs to be done.
If you know your friends want to hang out at a bar one evening, you can spend most of the time before then that day to work, then hang out with them and relax a bit. And depending on the type of job you do, you can also work while eating lunch somewhere, or eating dinner, or elsewhere that’s not even your house. If you’ve got the proper items to do your job with and you’re able to lug them around somewhere, you can work wherever you damn well want.
So I mean, as long as you know what you’re in for, know how to do your taxes, know how to keep a good budget, then for all I care you can stay self-employed.
All Patreon does is provide a very easy platform for artists to allow their clients and customers to pay them on a consistent basis. It allows for content creators to keep doing what they’re already doing regularly instead of having to take up an entirely unrelated job that would inevitably take more time away from the things that they want to do. And those that do pay the content creator monthly truly WANT them to keep doing what they’re doing because they like their content, and want to see them do shit more often.
So to all of you who think that they’re entitled to every single little thing an artist makes– fuck you. A good amount of artists produce enough stuff for everyone to indulge in, if they want to produce something special for the people that, you know, want to support them they’ve got every right to do so.
Go take your dumbass entitlement complex and shove it up your ass.
yis plz
I don’t get why some people think they can dictate what a creator does with their own patreon :TCapitalism Stage V: even entrepreneurs are now entitled lazy-asses who don’t deserve income or respect
it’s been a while since i checked it, but there really aren’t as many jobs as you’d expect on USA Jobs
“You could be a freelance artist so people will pay you for your art, instead of starting a Patreon where people will pay you for your art.”
Um.
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How People Eat Fries Around The World.
This is relevant to my interests
I could LIVE on chips in curry sauce. I haven’t made them in forever, but now I am craving them.
I’ve made the India and Russian style ones. I still eat them with ketchup though.
if you take out the sausage in salchipapas you get the correct way to eat french fries (that is, the Ecuadorian way, though sausage is great)
Gimme gimme
I could handle a french-fry based world tour. And poutine is a wonder food. A wonder food for people who make their own insulation and need no green veggies. Poutine is love.
I also saw them in Germany with currywurst. Sausage and fries with curry ketchup (or curry powder sprinkled over regular ketchup.
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An unfortunate bird got a soaking when it was sneezed on by a giraffe. The unlucky oxpecker was clearly in the wrong place at the wrong time and caught in a jet of drool when the giraffe seemingly let out a massive sneeze. Amateur photographer, Lisl Moolman was photographing animals at a waterhole in Kruger National Park South Africa when she captured the funny moment on camera.
Picture: LISL MOOLMAN / CATERS NEWSThe oxpecker had it coming.
See, oxpeckers eat ticks off large mammals. “Awww!” say the more starry-eyed naturalists. “Nature! So glorious! So symbiotic! So occasionally not horrible!”
“Not so fast,” say their more hard-headed counterparts. “They’re basically eating blood. In fact, their primary nutrition is the mammal’s blood. They’re getting it by eating the ticks that are already engorged from having fed. How does that help the giraffe (or rhino or whatever)?”
Actually, it turns out oxpeckers are little bastards. They eat the engorged ticks, not the flat ones that haven’t fed yet, and if there’s no ticks, they’ll cut out the middleman and enlarge wounds on their mammal victim so they can feed directly. They’re little goddamn vampires. A mammal with oxpeckers is actually LESS healthy than one that just has ticks.
I hope the giraffe sneezed on him twice.
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During the siege of Leningrad, 12 scientists starved to death rather
than eat the grains stored at Pavlosk Agricultural Station, the world’s
first seed bank.Gardening has many saints, but few martyrs. This one always chokes me up a little.
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I didn’t trust the weather enough to work on the car, but had to go out for a walk… on Flickr.
I didn’t trust the weather enough to work on the car, but had to go out for a walk…
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Just a few of the stories my great aunt told me about women in the 60s:
1) A woman she worked with at the hospital who had a baby with one of the ambulance drivers. When work found out they fired her (he kept his job). She tried to self-abort with a knitting needle.
2) The sister of one of her neighbours who wasn’t able to rent a room because she was a ‘fallen woman’.
3) A girl who got sent to a convent house and scrubbed floors until the day she gave birth. Her baby was given up for adoption without her consent.
4) Girls who had babies with priests.
5) Women who were on their fifth, sixth, seventh child, who had been pregnant for the best part of a decade, begging for sterilisation because their husbands wouldn’t wear a condom.
Banning abortion has never ever stopped it from happening. It’s just meant more stigma, more prejudice, more risks and more deaths.
In 1962, my mother was going thru a divorce, got pregnant and knew this fact would be used to deny her divorce (they used to do that, in case you didn’t know).
My mother was given a “shot”; she lived 3 blocks from the doctor. He never told her what it was, likely an “overdose” of progesterone, which is how they used to “induce menstruation” in a hurry (i.e. abortion off the books). She was about 7-8 weeks by her estimation. He said, GO STRAIGHT HOME, go to bed and stay there. She walked fast, but nearly collapsed at the curb and my grandmother went out to guide her into the house. She went to bed, stayed there and bled steadily and heavily for 3-4 days. She said it was like being very very sick, headaches, nausea, vomiting… and then, gone.
She never let me forget this and took me to my first NARAL meeting when I was 15 yrs old. And here I am today, in my 50s–and I still remember my grandmother’s scary account; my mother swaying, literally, at the curb, and nearly falling, under the strength of that one shot.
How did she get the doctor to do it? She told him, “If you don’t, I will do it myself”–and if you knew my mother, you knew she meant it. She would have. After all, lots of women she knew had.
This is what they want to take us all back to, the fucking middle ages. Please remember.
I really don’t think we will go back the middle ages just because abortion is illegalized. Society is different now and abortion is not some HUGE factor in this. Those were the 1960s and it is no longer the 1960s.
The reason this isn’t the 1960s is because women can access contraception and abortion – thus enabling them to have careers, to have bodily autonomy, to actually have sex without bearing the entire burden of social stigma and physical danger, to equalise sexual autonomy.
Without abortion we very well will go back to the 60s. And it wasn’t the bohemian dream everyone acts like it was, as shown by the original point.
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Hey, ignore me if you’ve answered this already, but where did your interest in plant life and gardening come from? I am forever marveling at all this practical knowledge that I was never introduced to as a kid.
Oh wow, that’s a good question! My mother was a gardener, and I think it was from her that I got the desire to grow things, but I didn’t get much practical knowledge. (Not her fault, I was just young and dumb and also things that grow in Oregon are not always things that grow in Minnesota or North Carolina. I did learn how to build a drystone wall from my stepfather, though, which is surprisingly useful knowledge, because it teaches you that stacking a bunch of rocks can fix all kinds of things.)
No, I got all the actual knowledge from books and sticking my hands into dirt. Mostly books. I knew nothing when I started. I kept ordering mulch from one place and they gave me Black Kow compost instead, because the clerk didn’t know anything either. So I spread like three hundred pounds of cow manure on my flower beds and then wondered why the weeds grew, but oh my god, the plants exploded.
And I also did a lot of things that were stupid, some of which worked great. For example, nobody told me you couldn’t build a garden bed by marking out a chunk of lawn and dumping dirt over it, until after the fact, when they said the grass would grow through. Those beds did awesome. Still do. Mind you, I used a LOT of dirt. (If I were doing it again, I might try flipping the sod, but at the time, I just got in and dumped dirt and smothered everything.)
I had no idea how big anything got, so I’d plant it and find out. In some cases, that means that I’m still dealing with having Rattlesnake Master at the front of a bed and having to stake it, and I’ve moved (and slain) plants that got out of hand.
Anyway, the moral of the story is that gardening is often a blood-borne pathogen, but practical knowledge can be gleaned by reading and doing and failing and trying again.
How so many gardeners learn, really. Nothing like actually going out and playing in the dirt!
Also: MUCH easier than turning the sod is to just throw a few layers (4 ish) of cardboard under the pile of dirt. Insta bed, grass won’t go through, you don’t have to turn sod (which is a HUGE pain in the backside).
‘s how we did almost all of our last garden…
Worked a treat.
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Hey, the sun’s come out for 5 minutes… Quick! Do some work on the car! on Flickr.
Hey, the sun’s come out for 5 minutes… Quick! Do some work on the car!
