ok but seriously who named a mosquito-borne virus eee?
ok but seriously who named a mosquito-borne virus eee?
Lack of spez
Mirrors can totally reverse top-to-bottom, you just have to bend over to see it. The left-right bias is based on the way we look behind us, not any property of the mirror.
This takes a little explaining.
A rotation is a reversal through two dimensions at once.
If you turn around to look behind you, you’re swapping front-and-back, AND left-and-right.
If you stand on your head, you’re swapping front-and-back AND top-and-bottom.
Stand facing the way the mirror does, then turn to look into it. You have to do some kind of rotation - a two-dimension reversal - to get there. If you’re a normal human, you’ll twist around, swapping left-and-right as you swap back-and-front. Your left and right ear swap places, your nose and the back of your head swap places too.
But your reflection doesn’t do that.
A mirror only reverses ONE dimension: front-and-back. It’s the equivalent of punching your face out the back of your head: its ears are still on their original sides. You have swapped left and right in order to face in the opposite direction, but your reflection hasn’t - so it’s ears are on opposite sides to yours.
But you can do it the other way.
Stand with your back to the mirror, and bend over and look under your arm (or between your legs) to see your reflection, instead of twisting around.
Hold something with writing on it, and you’ll see: the letters in the reflection are upside-down, but they face in the right direction.
The only reason you don’t see this very often is that it’s a fucking weird thing to do and nobody ever does it.
Hell yeah, though I prefer untoasted multigrain - also some cracked black pepper, maybe a little parsley or chives.
Cut bits of a girl baby’s genitals: jail.
Cut bits off a boy baby’s genitals: An occasion for a fucking party.
World’s on fire, grab some marshmallows and a stick.
World wants to make you miserable, be happy out of sheer spite.
Listen to more ska: yeah we’re going to hell, but I have a trumpet.
Most useful thing was actually a $2 key wallet. Stupid, but it was actually really hard to find the most basic keyring-with-wrap that wasn’t trying to be a card wallet or have fancy dangly bits or whatever. Just an oblong of fake leather, two studs and a split ring, so my keys don’t chew holes in my pocket.
Keys, wallet, phone, shopping bag. That’s it.
Less of a tongue twister
Zed-shell, soo-dough, s-s-h
Sex work is work.
The people that do it deserve respect, and all the social and legal protections that attach to any other kind of work.
Your own preferred attitude to sex isn’t the point.
Untoasted multigrain, throw in some salt and pepper and maybe some parsley or chives.
This trick is to go light on the mayo.
Pretty sure I’ve been the only thebananaking since like 2009…
Trilogy started out meaning three works, but in common usage it generally doesn’t any more.
like I say, they definitely weren’t their best songs. But the way they slowly lead up to Soldier Side was fucking genius.
SOAD albums Mezmerize and Hypnotize.
Not all their best songs on those two albums, and some of them kind of sucked tbh.
However. How the fuck ever.
Listen to the entire pair, all the way through, in order, longhand. I don’t care, just do it.
When you get to the last track, Soldier side, it pulls together all the themes that have been foreshadowed and hinted at across two entire albums, and oh holy fucking shit. When it breaks, your jaw will drop.
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