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  • tinierpurplefishes:

    songscloset:

    phanlight:

    guys i seriously need your help

    i’m supposed to be meeting an internet friend on saturday which will be my only chance to meet her, and i need to prove a point to my mum so

    PLEASE REBLOG IF YOU THINK MEETING AN INTERNET FRIEND THAT YOU HAVE TALKED TO EVERY SINGLE DAY FOR NEARLY HALF A YEAR AND KNOW VRY VERY WELL AND HAVE SKYPED MULTIPLE TIMES IS GOING TO BE SAFE 

    It’s how I met my partner.

    It just worked out great for faolan228 and shazamapajama :D

    The internets is how I met my wife; and she’s awesome… Oh, and how I met lots of people. Hell, I flew to Canada and stayed in Toronto with a random woman I met on LJ… I’m still alive (as far as I’m aware :) )

  • fuckinglesbian:

    breavee:

    oyesiam1:

    Mae Martin: «No it’s made of vegetables.»

    source

    OMFG!

    She could get it

    How did I not know about Mae Martin. She is a genius.

    fuckinglesbian:

    breavee:

    oyesiam1:

    Mae Martin: «No it’s made of vegetables.»

    source

    OMFG!

    She could get it

    How did I not know about Mae Martin. She is a genius.

    fuckinglesbian:

    breavee:

    oyesiam1:

    Mae Martin: «No it’s made of vegetables.»

    source

    OMFG!

    She could get it

    How did I not know about Mae Martin. She is a genius.

    fuckinglesbian:

    breavee:

    oyesiam1:

    Mae Martin: «No it’s made of vegetables.»

    source

    OMFG!

    She could get it

    How did I not know about Mae Martin. She is a genius.

    fuckinglesbian:

    breavee:

    oyesiam1:

    Mae Martin: «No it’s made of vegetables.»

    source

    OMFG!

    She could get it

    How did I not know about Mae Martin. She is a genius.

    fuckinglesbian:

    breavee:

    oyesiam1:

    Mae Martin: «No it’s made of vegetables.»

    source

    OMFG!

    She could get it

    How did I not know about Mae Martin. She is a genius.

    fuckinglesbian:

    breavee:

    oyesiam1:

    Mae Martin: «No it’s made of vegetables.»

    source

    OMFG!

    She could get it

    How did I not know about Mae Martin. She is a genius.

    fuckinglesbian:

    breavee:

    oyesiam1:

    Mae Martin: «No it’s made of vegetables.»

    source

    OMFG!

    She could get it

    How did I not know about Mae Martin. She is a genius.

    fuckinglesbian:

    breavee:

    oyesiam1:

    Mae Martin: «No it’s made of vegetables.»

    source

    OMFG!

    She could get it

    How did I not know about Mae Martin. She is a genius.

    fuckinglesbian:

    breavee:

    oyesiam1:

    Mae Martin: «No it’s made of vegetables.»

    source

    OMFG!

    She could get it

    How did I not know about Mae Martin. She is a genius.

  • Anguished Wailing

    So it’s ages since I’ve really done anything design related.

    I’ve been dinking with the ‘Sepsis Six’ reminder cards I’ve designed for work for a while now, and this is the third version of the layout. I was much happier with it… then I realised after I’d sent it off that there are numerous small problems with the layout. The spacing’s imperfect in lots of ways. The lines dividing up the sections don’t finish in quite the right place.

    It’s lots of small things that no-one at work will ever notice.

    And they’ll bug me forever.

    Bollocks.

  • Best laid plans of mice and Kate

    So, I’m off on an ALS (Advanced Life Support) course in June. In my usual efficient, non-prevaricatory way I’ve left doing the online portion of the course…a while. I’d vaguely noted that it said that the learning management system would be offline for maintenance for a couple of days but hadn’t really taken much notice of when, exactly. Until today. When my plan for the day which went:

    – Paint
    – Dink on the net
    – Go out for nice lunch
    – Return and do ALS precourse
    – Drink tea, eat biscuits
    – End

    Fell over somewhat.

    I managed the painting; another coat of lovely red paint on the lovely trim. I’m now all the way around the upstairs door frames, which means after one more coat on that frame all that’s left is the trim that I can only prep and paint when Kathryn’s home (because it involves being ‘quite high up’ on a ladder at a slightly dubious angle) and the trim next to the stairs. I’ve even painted the loft-entrance.

    Oh, and patching up the paint on the wall which, as usual, does not seem to have stuck as well as I’d like despite the endless attempts to persuade it to (with plaster-prepping pre-paint stuff, dilute coats, and sensible long drying times). I’m never quite sure how other people get paint to stick to plaster (or if they really do), because while the vast majority of it seems to end up pretty well attached, if I ever put masking tape on paint (which it says you can) it always ends up pulling stuff off. Anyhow. Despite the low-tack masking tape, there were a couple of small areas where the paint’s been pulled off the wall. Some of that is fillered areas, and some of it is just that it hasn’t stuck at all to the plaster. I’ve got some paint from the batch that I kept ready for such an emergency, so I’ll clean the wall up, probably filler it to get it close to the level of the multiple coats of paint and re-prep it and then repaint those little bits.

    The red really adds definition to the upstairs. Or at least, Kathryn and I think it does. Everyone else might hate it. But we really like it.

    Then I set to on the Sepsis cards for work. I’d thought I was happy with the design, but looking at them today I just wasn’t. So I spent some more time modifying the layout before sending them off to the printer. I tweaked it so I could abuse business cards into being the sepsis cards. You can all tell me how much you hate them, but I’m quite pleased with them – in so far as they at least look different to some of the other cards we get at work:

    Sepsis front Unbranded

    Sepsis back

    It’s still not really to the standard I’d like, and the font isn’t quite what I was after, but given I’m not paid to do this, this is my own time, and my own money, then… well. They get what I pay for. The blue is meant to sort of tie it in to the NHS blue, without explicitly stating that. :)

    Anyhow, then I sent them off to be printed. All pray, I did online proofing, rather than taking it to the local Staples, because Staples didn’t seem to want to share their online pricing for printing full-colour double sided business cards. I may get back 100 awful, hideous, unreadable cards. But they looked fine in the preview.

    Anyhow, that done, I did my dinking on the net. Bought myself a network cable and socket tester (and it came with a free crimping tool, which is handy as I’m thinking of extending the cabled network down to the garage*). Anyhow, the excitement of that is I might be able to isolate what’s wrong with the kitchen network point and then I can fix it if I’ve wired it wrong in some way or get a new socket depending. I’m thinking it’s probably a socket because it’s definitely worked at least a bit before. Either that, or something’s eaten the cable, which would make me sad.

    Anyhow, that done I set to on the next problem which was going out for a nice lunch. Easy. Headed over to Hart’s Bakery…only it was rammed. There were no seats at the tables, so I ended up grabbing it and coming home which made me a little sad. I was looking forward to getting some nice coffee and chilling out in a space other than the house.

    Still, when I got home I still enjoyed the delicious bread, and then attempted to log on to the learning management system. And there it was. LMS unavailable until the 29th. ‘Bother’, I think is the word I was looking for.

    On the plus side, after some vacillating about how to spend my newly available afternoon, I headed out to the garden and moved the rest of the soil from the front garden to the back. Distressingly, the new pseudo raised bed astonishingly still requires more soil. I suspected as much, that I might have built a bed that required more soil than we have, but the fact we’ve put around 700 kilos of soil into the back garden (plus about 800kilos of gravel) and we’re still short is a little scary. I keep thinking that the amount of compost, manure, gravel, sand and plain old soil we’ve put in, and the fact that the excavated soil from the garage also went in should really have raised the garden up several feet. But it hasn’t.

    Anyhow, the soil moved, but distressingly inadequately filling the bed meant that I couldn’t do what I’d planned to do, which was put the veg / plants out that’re sat on the windowsill waiting for a new home. We shall have to pick up some more soil to complete the bed :(

    That having slightly failed I set to on another project, which is a mixture of creating a new bed further down the garden, and stripping the last remnants of the lawn off – and moving them to the tiny bit of garden that will hopefully become lawn. It’s right down by the garage and we’ll probably turn it into more of a meadowy affair, but at the moment it’s a mixture of cat-shit and weeds. Oh, and it turns out, potatoes. I yanked a mixture of potatoes and weeds out. Buried the cat-shit a bit, and then started skimming off the grass from the soon-to-be-bed and putting onto the soon-to-be-lawn. Uneven and lumpy though it is, it is a fairly effective (and cheap) solution (although we’ll have to put lots of raked topsoil and grass/wild meadow seed on to it to make it level enough). But it does make that patch look better, and it did so pretty rapidly. Still lots more to do there, though.

    But whilst I was doing it I slightly surprised myself by stumbling on what was perhaps once the edge of a border. It’s a little hard to tell; there’s just a line of bricks running across the garden – edge up – so I’m assuming it’s not a wall – although I’ll need to dig them out anyhow so I will soon find out. It’s quite near to the area of random, inexplicable concrete that was dug up when we started on the garden. I have no idea if it relates to that in some way, or was simply the edging of perhaps a war-time veg bed. It was sufficiently far under the mud that the grass looked quite happy, and I’d no idea that the bricks were there until I hit them.

    So anyway, that was pretty positive. Then it started raining, so I’ve taken shelter inside again….

    * Which leads to the exciting debate: Do I do it properly with armoured direct-bury cable, or do I find some spare old hose-pipe and run the cheap, nasty, horrid (alleged) cat5 cable I’ve got inside that. I’m largely inclined toward the latter, considering I’ve got bloody miles of the craptastic cable, and I’m not going to take it to the US, nor am I willing to inflict it on anyone else because I’m highly unconvinced of it’s actual twisted-pair-ness.

  • furything:

    alwayssmilecuzyoucan:

    afangirlstreehouse:

    hheath541:

    Apple download – https://itunes.apple.com/us/app/aspire-news/id733163167?mt=8

    Android download – https://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=com.collectiveray.aspire

    I’m sorry – not my usual stuff – but this is incredibly important. Please share around. It could save someone’s life.

    I DON’T CARE IF THIS DOESN’T SUIT YOUR BLOG TYPE IF YOU DON’T REBLOG THIS I’M JUDGING YOU 

    P.S. this is the site, which also has an emergency exit

    https://www.whengeorgiasmiled.org/

  • Who is the most amazing woman who ever lived.

    Who is the most amazing woman who ever lived.

    celebrenithil:

    I’m not done reading the list of amazing women people have contributed, but it is such a great – and IMPORTANT – thread that everyone should read.

    Historical women! Women scientists! Women leaders! Women of color! Women with disabilities! Women fighting in wars and kicking butts and taking names and saving lives and freeing themselves and others and making music and taking lovers and taking care of children and spearheading revolutions and living to old age or dying for their causes (????)

    And also, keep that link so that every time you stumble upon one of those douchecanoes saying “what have women ever done??”, link them to it and just RUB THEIR FACES IN IT UNTIL THEY BLEED

    (????)

    I feel like this is a good moment to point out my wife’s AWESOME blog Matriline which is fantastic and brilliant and about historical women. It’s really aimed at families / kids, but go lookies.

  • Try to take a breath

    So, for those of you who don’t know, I’m kinda brown. I’m a mixed race person. Asian-British. My dad was Welsh, just about (by which I mean, he was born in Wales, but frankly a less nationalistic person you could not find). My Mum’s from Sri-Lanka, but long ago ceded her Sri-Lankan citizenship because despite the racism she’s endured over the many years she’s been here*, she decided this is her home, not Sri-Lanka.

    So anyhow, whilst I’ve always thought of myself as British**, I’ve also more or less always been aware that I’m not white***. Most of the time it’s one of those background things, something which barely impinges on my consciousness. I’m one of very few non-white nurses in the ED, although nursing in general is a pretty non-white occupation in the UK****. But despite my relative rarity, I don’t often think of it as an issue. Bristol is so mixed that I don’t even think I’ve had the ‘Were are you from’ question more than a few times (in the sense of ‘So what non-British land have you come from you foreigner, and how dare you sully our land’, which I used to get fairly regularly in Reading and Bath; I’ve had the ‘Where are you from?’ in the sense of friendly-polite-you’re clearly from Britain somewhere, but obviously not Bristolian quite a few times). But watching the news media and paying attention to the EU elections I’ve ended up with this hideous feeling in the pit of my stomach.

    It’s sort of a nervousness. I’ve had it before, I had it when the home office ran around with their ‘immigrants go home’ vans. A feeling of being wary and worried. Frankly, it’s fucking uncomfortable. I love France, but the NF have just come top in the European elections. It’s added to my I don’t want to go there list. And it’s not just France. Lots of countries have elected far-right or neo-nazi’s to the EU parliament. It makes me want to hurl.

    I keep trying to apply logic. Very few people bother to vote in the EU elections. Those who do are more than likely to be nutcase ideologues (like me, the Green voter ;) ). UKIP actually dropped their vote share, but got more people in; perhaps by being more targeted? Tediously, the BBC have turned into UKIP’s PR firm; and I had to endure hours of “I’m not racist, but…*****” from UKIP voters.

    I’m trying to apply logic, but still, it’s scary.

    What has happened to my country?

    * She was a Sister in neonatal intensive care; the most experienced in her department, the person that the doctors requested would look after the sickest babies. She spent weeks caring for a very, very sick baby, at times pulling 24 hour shifts. At the end, the racist parents brought by chocolates and a thank you card for everyone in the department except her. Shit like that never stopped her doing her job to the best of her ability and training more nurses to come after her.

    ** British, not English. Let’s make that clear.

    *** Some of the kids in my primary school made damn sure of that.

    **** Thieving trained medical people from the rest of the world has long kept the NHS afloat. Our pay may be pretty crap, but compared to some less well off countries…

    ***** ‘all these immigrants are taking are jobs/women/money/children/services’. And incidentally, any statement that requires “I’m not racist but” is a racist statement. Coming from a racist.

  • To Kill a Mockingbird and Of Mice and Men ‘axed from GCSE syllabus’

    To Kill a Mockingbird and Of Mice and Men ‘axed from GCSE syllabus’

    commieinatorytown:

    fivehundredrevolutions:

    Michael Gove has reportedly axed American classics Of Mice and Men and To Kill a Mockingbird from the GCSE English literature syllabus. 

    The Education Secretary “really dislikes” John Steinbeck’s classic tale of farm labourers George and Lennie, Of Mice and Men, and is keen to increase the number of British works studied by pupils.

    One of the worst things this government has done is let Gove have free reign over education. He’s cutting money to standard state schools to give it to his personal vanity Free School project, now he’s designing the syllabus based on what he ‘really dislikes’ for fuck sake!

    And before this he changed the history syllabus to again reflect his personal beliefs, removing important POCs and covering up the fault of the upper classes in the First World War.

    Fuck Michael Gove as usual.

    It’s going to be a generation of ill-educated children who’ve no idea what is going on in the entire rest of the world because this numpty has been allowed to completely fuck up the curriculum. Which given his view seems to be the superiority of Britain and the White English Person scares the pants off me given what’s happening in the UK and Europe at the moment.

  • ‘Go and vote in your own country’: Evidence of non-British EU citizens turned away at the polls despite being on electoral roll

    ‘Go and vote in your own country’: Evidence of non-British EU citizens turned away at the polls despite being on electoral roll

    magicmadzik:

    Oh come the fuck on. >:(

    Oh for fuck’s sake Britain. Grow the fuck up and join the 21st century.

  • roachpatrol:

    antichrist-misha:

    SO HAS EVERYONE SEEN THE MARVEL ONE-SHOT AGENT CARTER, BECAUSE IF YOU HAVEN’T, I STRONGLY SUGGEST YOU DO SO

    this is gonna be a show THIS IS GONNA BE A SHOW

    The one shot is awesome…until the bikini line. Why on earth did they do that?