Imagine Dipper has after all those years still a crush on Wendy and imagine …uh… she likes to throw kids around? Well, it was supposed to be a longer story but i lost some interest how you can see. This is how my rage quit looks like.
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My cousin is trying to rent a ritzy apartment in Piedmont that’s like $450 a month, but requires renters to make an income of over $100K a year.
What… what the fuck? Why would that be necessary at all?! I know landlords will usually ask to know your gross income to make sure you’ll be able to pay for your lodging until your lease is up, but $100K?! I thought gentrification was supposed to be kind of subtle. Why is being rich so cheap?
Welcome to the Bay area of Cali lol. Most renters want you to make 3x-5x the rent at least (and rent for a cheap 1br apartment in a terrible neighborhood averages $1200) That rent is actually hella cheap for the area… Like damn. I guess being rich has perks like that?
You wake in the night with your arm hanging over the side of your bed. It is still dark, and your bedroom is shrouded in deep shadow. Something unseen seizes your hand.
You grasp it tightly, knowing that first impressions are important and a firm, confident handshake will establish dominance.
A hollow voice echos under your bed, shaking you to your core, “You’re hired.”
hey if u can’t drive/are a slow learner due to a disability or mental illness, just picture historical figures like pirates or the founding fathers trying to operate a car.
it’s only “easy” bc we’ve normalized it.
it would be great for neurotypicals to reblog this
I didn’t get my license until I was 26 because of my mental health struggles. Just sayin’.
Not to mention driving a car is a terrifying and expensive thing.
I didn’t get my license until I was 26 (Im still 26 lol) because I was terrified I would get distracted on the road because of my ADHD, or I would freeze up in a bad situation due to other issues. I do have to listen to music while driving or I can lose focus much easier, but otherwise it isn’t as bad as I had expected, I actually like driving… (even considering how terrible Cali drivers are and how I have to always be alert and anticipate drivers around me will do something stupid…) I probably like driving so much because I grew up in a family that never had a car, so Im used to always having to take public transit to do anything and having a car is so damn convenient and I can be way more antisocial with one because I can do drive thru for fast food or go shopping at 11 at night and do ROAD TRIPS on my own…
Have you ever thought “Man, I feel impossibly shitty and I don’t know why”?
Run through this checklist before you do anything else.
What have I eaten in the last 24 hours? Is it enough? If not, go and eat some food, you butt.
Am I hydrated? If not, put some fluids in your body, fool.
Have I slept an acceptable amount in the last 24 hours and preceeding few days? If not, do your utmost to have a nap. You need a reset, bro.
Have I been outside/partaken in whatever form of exercise I am capable of? You’re stagnating, homie.
Have I communicated with anyone? At all? About anything? In the last 24 hours? Sup, you’re not actually a lone wolf, and even if you’re just shouting BUTTLUMPS at someone over the intertubes, it’s better than shouting it at yourself inside your own head.
So basically: eat, drink, sleep, walk, and talk. If you still feel like emotional ass after that, start looking for more involved explanations.
This shit is no joke.
All of these are extremely important.
Adding: 6. Have I communicated too much? Am I overstimulated? Do I need some quiet time? Go stare at a blank wall in utter silence for a bit.
I try to go through this kind of checklist whenever I feel funky. It really helps.
Rachel and I were discussing the reemergence of the speakeasy during the Trump administration, but instead of alcohol, the illicit material being bootlegged is climate science data. Underground communities of scientists meeting in smoky jazz joints to discuss CO2 emissions over stiff sidecars, miniature flash drives loaded with forbidden EPA data passed between folded napkins, scientific equipment hidden in saxophone cases. Ask the bartender for a ‘Pine Island melt’ and he’ll hook you up with some Antarctic temperature readings.
When the joint gets busted by the fuzz, the table displaying ozone graphs flips over to become a roulette table. No science happening here, officers. Just gambling.
If you’re a slick-talker, lovely Louisa will give you a wink over her long cigarette and lead you by the hand into a back room. She’ll slip into a lab coat and some close-toed shoes and show you some water samples. Then she’ll ask you for help – someone has stolen her diploma in biochemistry and has been blackmailing her with it. She wants you to get it back before word gets out that she has a Ph. D.
I was looking at another hockey-stick graph with a lot of correlations when she walked in; two, maybe three standard deviations above average height, and hotter than last year’s climate figures.
“I have a problem,” she said.
“We all have problems. The whales have problems. The frogs have problems. Even the rice has problems. So what’s yours?” I took a pull from the bottle of filtered tap water I kept in the bottom drawer. Dehydration’s a bastard.
“I’ve got a diploma. Biochemistry. PhD; thesis on alkaline adaptivity in specialized coral populations. And someone’s gotten their hands on it and they’re threatening to expose me.”
The look she gave me could stop a glacier from calving. “You have any leads? Anyone with the means or the motive?”
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