I love Hideo Kojima he makes multiple games where characters give long winded monologues (that he personally wrote) about how US entertainment media is designed to manufacture consent for the military, and then he’ll spend 3 days gushing about Top Gun
Kojima is very anti war, but also he has like a little kid brain where he just loves military hardware and spies and soldiers and he especially loves big machines that go really fast and make huge kabooms, and I think it’s the tension between these two parts of him that makes his art so deliciously insane
“if you really cared you wouldn’t had forgotten it”
is a sentence i hate. there are so many reasons to why someone has a bad memory; disorders that cause amnesia / memory loss such as DID/OSDD or head injuries, disorders that cause a bad memory in general such as ADHD or mental health conditions. even a bad diet or a lack of sleep could cause bad memory. these are just a few examples.
it’s really unfair to be accused of not caring over something you have no real control over.
You are a long forgotten god. A small girl leaves a piece of candy at your shrine, and you awaken. Now, you must do everything to protect your High Priestess, the girl, and her entire kindergarten class, your worshipers.
The stone was immovable, in the past. Indestructible. A spire of granite no mortal hand could even alter.
But mortal hands build clever tools, and these last few hundred years I have lived in dread that they will break this, my sacred stone, the last link that preserves me, a faint shadow of a forgotten god. While my sacred stone stands, I do not, quite, fade away.
I am in a park, now, clipped and tamed, my forests long gone. But they landscape around me and my stone, admiring its beauty, so I do not complain. While they take pleasure in the stone, I am safe.
There is a playground a few lengths away, and the laughter and happy shrieking rouse me a little from my sleep. I watched over children, once. It’s nice to hear them again.
But I don’t truly awaken until the Offering is made.
Little hands touch my stone, with curiosity and a sort of reverence that only the very young feel now. For a child young enough the world is still a mystery, and even an ancient granite stone provokes wonder. So I stir, when she touches the stone, becoming hazily aware.
And then, solemnly, the child places a tiny colourful object in the roughly shaped alcove in the stone’s side, the place where offerings were laid two thousand years ago and more, and I awaken. Many people have put things in that alcove, of course… to take pictures, usually, these days, or putting a lost object where it will be seen. Merely to place an object in the alcove isn’t enough. A true offering is given as a gift, with intent.
The ffxiv community is aggressively wholesome like:
*group of complete strangers enters a dungeon*
the Sprout™️: hi I’m new and this is my first mmo
the rest of the party, practically typing over each other in chat: OMG HI HELLO WELCOME PLS ADD US AS FRIENDS WE WANT TO HELP ALSO WE LOVE YOU
LET ME TELL YOU THE SAGA OF THE IDYLLSHIRE ROCK
So in front of the House of Splendors in Idyllshire, there is a large rock monument that, with a little practice, you can parkour on top of, and it makes a great a little AFK spot. Whilst still a sprout, I was in Idyllshire and saw some folks dancing up top on the rock and naturally I wanted to join them. After a few failed attempts, one of them hops down and offers to show me how to get up. It took a bit of practice but she patiently sat and waited while I got it, cheering me on the whole time. We added each other and have been casually friends ever since.
Well the other day I was in Idyllshire hanging out on the rock as is my wont when sprout comes up and starts futilely jumping up to get on top of the rock. As Ive done many times at this point, I show them how to do the jump to get up and whip out my glowsticks to cheer them on. While I’m watching my new lil hrothgar friend WHO SHOWS UP but the person who initially taught me. She says “how funny that I would find you here of all places” and I assure her I am passing on the good word of the Idyllshire rock.
Together we both cheer on this sprout until after about ten minutes or so they finally manage to get up to much emoting and applause, with the solemn promise that they now must teach people how to get up. And so the student becomes the teacher, and the cycle of the Idyllshire rock continues onward.
My teenager has more hours of homework per night than I got in my entire university career, and it doesn’t teach them a goddamn thing besides how to hate themself for not being able to do it all.
If my wife isn’t expected to labor outside her designated work hours at her literal job, why is my teenager expected to labor outside theirs?
If my kid has three hours of homework a night, that extends their work day to ELEVEN FULL HOURS. That’s inhumane. If an adult told me they were working eleven-hour days, I’d give them my wife’s number and tell them how to start unionizing. Like????
fuck i never thought of it in terms of hours
This post is going around again, so I would like to tell every single adult making comments about the length of their own workday that you are also being exploited. You should also not be required to work so many hours. That’s just as inhumane as forcing the kids to do it.
“Oh but I work 12-hour shifts all the time–” You shouldn’t have to. I’m sorry your job is exploiting you so harshly. If you’re interested in unionizing, visit IWW.org or talk to your local/industry union rep.
THIS STUFF IS SOOO IMPORTANT TO KNOW. Seriously. It’s saved my ass before.
What do you do when you look through the peephole and see a badge?
Remember: You do not have to let the police in the house unless they have a warrant — or probable cause. If you’re having a party, turn off the music, ask your guests to chill, and ask that anyone who’s too intoxicated carry on in another room.
Go outside to speak with the cops. Close the door behind you. Although some scary precedents are being set these days, police cannot enter your home without a warrant or probable cause. By closing the door, you’re cutting off a visual — or olfactory — line to potential probable cause.
Be polite. Ask why they are there. “Good evening, Officer. What can I help you with?”
Where possible, assure them you will take care of the problem. If the police ask to enter, inform them, “I do not consent to any searches.” If a police officer gives you an order and you are confused about your position, ask, “Do I have to comply?” If they continue with questioning, tell them you’ll need to call your lawyer and that you will not answer any questions.
Ask, “Am I free to leave?” This is especially handy if, say, a group of you’d been too bawdy on the patio and an officer stops by. If he/she is getting a bit hot under the collar, politely ask, “Am I being detained?” or “Am I free to leave?” If the cop has no reason to hold you, quickly, quietly, and politely retreat inside.
The POC’s Bill of Rights when it comes to the Police. Remember. These are your rights.
[Text ID: “As the Court explained, the landmark Miranda decision establishes an important prophylactic rule protecting the Fifth Amendment right against compelled self-incrimination,” he added. “But the failure to give a Miranda warning does not automatically equate to a violation of the Fifth Amendment.” End ID] (source)
people in the notes are correctly reminding people to do not speak to the cops under any circumstance, regardless of whether you’re in custody or not. if you are arrested, invoke your rights to remain silent and to a lawyer immediately. do not speak to anyone, do not attempt to explain yourself, and do not sign or consent to anything without a lawyer. miranda rights are still in place but this precedent establishes that cops will not face repercussions for not reading your rights, meaning that you’re going to have to know them yourself going forward. cops can and will take advantage of people who are not aware of their rights. cops can and will lie to you to get you to “confess” if you talk to them. remember your rights.
