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Princess to Prince Transformation

All characters portrayed by Richard Schaefer (Me)

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OH. MY. GOODNESS. My roommate used to do this, and without telling me I might add. I would come into the room and there she was. Definitely NOT her and fabulously disguised. It always scared me because she was just so good at making herself look like, well, not her, and I always expected her in the room. Not Sherlock Holmes or James Moriarty. I miss that.

NUUUUUUHHHHVVVEEEEEEEEEENNNNN

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A 2500 year old mummy that had some amazing tattoos.

WHAT.

NO FUCKING WAY.

YO HOLD ON. 

IT GETS BETTER.

This mummy, found in the  Altai mountains of Siberia, is actually that of a young woman who died at about the age of twenty-five; she is thought to have been a member of the Pazyryk tribe.

She was buried with six horses and two similarly-tattooed men (the horned griffon that decorates her shoulder also appears on the man buried closest to her, covering most of his right side), possibly escorts. She was also wearing a horse-hair wig, silk, and elaborate boots, which is all a level of ceremony that would have likely only been accorded to a woman of high rank. You didn’t get inked like this unless you were very important, and had worked your way up to that importance. 

…Hence, of course, the references to her by researchers as ‘The Ukok Princess,’ although due to the lack of weapons in her grave they have concluded that the woman was in fact a healer or a storyteller.  

And now I’m all consumed with curiosity: Who was she? What amazing things did she accomplish? Why these symbols, and what did they mean? Who were the two men alongside her?

The most informative article about it can be found here, although I would completely eat up any other information you guys could find. 

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Source: New York Daily News

gyzym: What’s that in the sky? Is it a bird? Is it a plane? No, it’s CAPTAIN OBVIOUS, because this shit, y’all, can we not.  There are words for people that look 100% perfect 100% of the time and those words are “a picture” or “a statue” or “a RealDoll.” Live action human people sleep and shower and shit, bleed on their favorite shirts, get violent stomach flus, wake up sometimes looking like creatures from the black lagoon! Accidentally get caught in rainstorms and have to walk around looking half-drowned for the rest of the day! Don’t notice they’ve got food on their face for hours on end! If you’re ever thinking to yourself, “That person has a choice between two girls, one who is utterly physically perfect in every way always and one who is not,” or, in fact, “I have a choice between two girls, one who is utterly physically perfect in every way always and one who is not,” don’t worry, that thought is totally wrong, because “being utterly physically perfect in every way always” and “being alive” are mutually exclusive. NEITHER CAN THING WHILE THE OTHER ETC. If the distilled-down theory here is “Only people who look one specific way — you know, like the people in TV and movies — are attractive and everyone else will be alone forever,” then lemme tell you what, there is a handy way to fact check that. It is called “Getting up and going to any populated location anywhere,” and here is what you will discover: regular-ass looking people who are holding hands or kissing or otherwise spending romantic time with each other. Married regular-ass looking people! Regular-ass looking people who’ve had at least enough sex to produce a couple of regular-ass looking kids! This is reality. Average looking people of average size and weight are the average; that’s what that means. Let this one go. (Other things you can find in television/movies that aren’t remotely in touch with reality: time travel! Space aliens! Versions of New York City where everyone is white! Glenn Beck! Seriously, stop trusting your worldviews to these constructs, you are putting them in terrible hands.) PERFECTLY GOOD REASONS TO BE FED UP OF GUYS SAYING “ALL GIRLS ARE BEAUTIFUL”: because it’s sort of like saying “girls are valuable because they’re beautiful but not for any other reason” and that is the ideological equivalent of that jar of pickles that everyone has in their fridge that they sort of think they must have bought recently but is in fact from some horrifyingly long time ago, like 1987, and what it’s actually full of is hideously rotten poisonous garbage; because it’s not actually true, ugly people exist, it’s okay, people’s physical looks are not an indicator of their value; because in my experience saying “all girls are beautiful” pretty much always makes dudes seem like odious drippy sycophantic douchecanoes who reach into their buckets o’ platitudes — an unnecessary and vaguely embarrassing thing to say for all occasions! — at every turn, and that’s a bummer.  I’m not a dude, but I do when the opportunity presents itself fuck ladies, and I have no idea which girl I’d pick in this example! That’s because this example takes two conceptual girlbodies with no personality features and pits them against each other in a contest that is in fact nonsensical, since attraction is a thing with layers and emotions and stuff involved, and you couldn’t so much as decide on lunch this way, with only topical descriptions and no discussion of what was within. Seriously, I’ll show you: you have a choice between two sandwiches, and one of them is small and square and highly stacked with a red toothpick in the middle, and the other is big and wide and cut into triangles with a green toothpick holding it together. Which are you going to pick? Exactly. 
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gyzym:

What’s that in the sky? Is it a bird? Is it a plane? No, it’s CAPTAIN OBVIOUS, because this shit, y’all, can we not. 

  • There are words for people that look 100% perfect 100% of the time and those words are “a picture” or “a statue” or “a RealDoll.” Live action human people sleep and shower and shit, bleed on their favorite shirts, get violent stomach flus, wake up sometimes looking like creatures from the black lagoon! Accidentally get caught in rainstorms and have to walk around looking half-drowned for the rest of the day! Don’t notice they’ve got food on their face for hours on end! If you’re ever thinking to yourself, “That person has a choice between two girls, one who is utterly physically perfect in every way always and one who is not,” or, in fact, “I have a choice between two girls, one who is utterly physically perfect in every way always and one who is not,” don’t worry, that thought is totally wrong, because “being utterly physically perfect in every way always” and “being alive” are mutually exclusive. NEITHER CAN THING WHILE THE OTHER ETC.
  • If the distilled-down theory here is “Only people who look one specific way — you know, like the people in TV and movies — are attractive and everyone else will be alone forever,” then lemme tell you what, there is a handy way to fact check that. It is called “Getting up and going to any populated location anywhere,” and here is what you will discover: regular-ass looking people who are holding hands or kissing or otherwise spending romantic time with each other. Married regular-ass looking people! Regular-ass looking people who’ve had at least enough sex to produce a couple of regular-ass looking kids! This is reality. Average looking people of average size and weight are the average; that’s what that means. Let this one go. (Other things you can find in television/movies that aren’t remotely in touch with reality: time travel! Space aliens! Versions of New York City where everyone is white! Glenn Beck! Seriously, stop trusting your worldviews to these constructs, you are putting them in terrible hands.)
  • PERFECTLY GOOD REASONS TO BE FED UP OF GUYS SAYING “ALL GIRLS ARE BEAUTIFUL”: because it’s sort of like saying “girls are valuable because they’re beautiful but not for any other reason” and that is the ideological equivalent of that jar of pickles that everyone has in their fridge that they sort of think they must have bought recently but is in fact from some horrifyingly long time ago, like 1987, and what it’s actually full of is hideously rotten poisonous garbage; because it’s not actually true, ugly people exist, it’s okay, people’s physical looks are not an indicator of their value; because in my experience saying “all girls are beautiful” pretty much always makes dudes seem like odious drippy sycophantic douchecanoes who reach into their buckets o’ platitudes — an unnecessary and vaguely embarrassing thing to say for all occasions! — at every turn, and that’s a bummer. 
  • I’m not a dude, but I do when the opportunity presents itself fuck ladies, and I have no idea which girl I’d pick in this example! That’s because this example takes two conceptual girlbodies with no personality features and pits them against each other in a contest that is in fact nonsensical, since attraction is a thing with layers and emotions and stuff involved, and you couldn’t so much as decide on lunch this way, with only topical descriptions and no discussion of what was within. Seriously, I’ll show you: you have a choice between two sandwiches, and one of them is small and square and highly stacked with a red toothpick in the middle, and the other is big and wide and cut into triangles with a green toothpick holding it together. Which are you going to pick? Exactly. 

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hospitalgirl: This is my life, guys. I don’t get to leave all of this behind at the hospital like a lot of people. All of this and more is what it takes to keep me out of an emergency (and my definition of an emergency is very high) because I am in intestinal failure. Everything in this picture I just for that, not counting all my other organs. Normally when you are in intestinal failure you could get a small bowel transplant but because mine is caused by mito once my cells started populating the new organ it would go into failure and possibly worse. So here is what everything is. -the bag, is my ileostomy. What?! I don’t have crap leaking all over and smell terrible?! No. Just stop. -the tube that has a green pad under it (the green is a frog dressing) is my gtube. Most Gtubes are used for Eating but mine is used to drain secretions and bile out of my stomach. If I didn’t, I would start violently throwing up and not stop. -the last with the small blue cap is my appendicostomy. This goes through my belly button into my surgically altered appendix (no I can’t get appendicitis) and into my colon. We give a large amount of a medication through it as it needs to go directly to it. Hopefully soon I will be getting my colon removed.
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hospitalgirl:

This is my life, guys. I don’t get to leave all of this behind at the hospital like a lot of people.
All of this and more is what it takes to keep me out of an emergency (and my definition of an emergency is very high) because I am in intestinal failure. Everything in this picture I just for that, not counting all my other organs. Normally when you are in intestinal failure you could get a small bowel transplant but because mine is caused by mito once my cells started populating the new organ it would go into failure and possibly worse.

So here is what everything is.
-the bag, is my ileostomy. What?! I don’t have crap leaking all over and smell terrible?! No. Just stop.
-the tube that has a green pad under it (the green is a frog dressing) is my gtube. Most Gtubes are used for Eating but mine is used to drain secretions and bile out of my stomach. If I didn’t, I would start violently throwing up and not stop.
-the last with the small blue cap is my appendicostomy. This goes through my belly button into my surgically altered appendix (no I can’t get appendicitis) and into my colon. We give a large amount of a medication through it as it needs to go directly to it. Hopefully soon I will be getting my colon removed.

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Source: hospitalgirl

3 Reasons It’s So Hard to Make Superman Interesting By: Soren Bowie

There Are People Superman Can’t Save (and That’s a Good Thing)

dorkshelf.com

Batman has Gotham, the Flash has Central and Keystone City, and Martian the Manhunter has Middleton. While Superman may live in Metropolis, he is America’s hero. He has a lot more ground to cover, and also divides his time hanging out on other continents (wintering in the Fortress of Solitude, etc.). Now, a man who can travel faster than a speeding bullet still can’t be everywhere at once, which suggests that somewhere there are people dying in warehouse explosions and mass murders and roofing accidents every single day because he’s busy flirting with Lois Lane or fighting Lex Luther. For every person he saves, there are hundreds more, some of them children, taking their last breath while staring hopefully at empty skies.

Superman can’t help but set a precedent he can never live up to. From the first time he stopped a bridge from collapsing or diverted a tornado from a town, he instilled a false hope among Americans. That means that every day, even if he never bothered to put on glasses and go to work again at The Daily Planet, Superman is still letting down hundreds if not thousands of people.


Somewhere, someone left an infant in the car with the windows rolled up. Superman has to decide which life is more valuable.

Add on top of that everyone who is dying of societal problems that are beyond his capacity to fix, and suddenly a really interesting portrait of Superman starts to emerge. Nearly every writer who has ever tackled a Superman story arc has tried to test the limits of his powers by pitting him against an alien being who’s even stronger and more super, but they are completely ignoring the potential all around them for an engaging narrative about Superman struggling and failing to help everyone all at once from broad, systemic issues.

He stands for truth, justice, and the American way, but justice and the American way don’t always see eye to eye. There’s no way Superman can stop homelessness, disease, teen suicide, or domestic abuse. How could he? One of his powers isn’t lobbying local politicians. That’s why the most interesting Superman arc isn’t about Lex Luthor building a secret island or bad guys coming from another galaxy to wipe out civilization. It’s about a country of people who live at the edge of Superman’s capacity to help, but because of that part in his super brain that wants to protect humanity at all costs, he nearly destroys himself trying. It wouldn’t be about Superman, it would be about the people struggling and dying in a world where he exists, but he still can’t save everyone. Give me that movie and I would watch it over and over just to see the greatest version of a human driven to the breaking point like an engine with no oil. Superman could be our test-drive hero. I would watch the hell out of that.



http://www.cracked.com/blog/3-reasons-its-so-hard-to-make-superman-interesting/

But most days, if you’re aware enough to give yourself a choice, you can choose to look differently at this fat, dead-eyed, over-made-up lady who just screamed at her kid in the checkout line. Maybe she’s not usually like this. Maybe she’s been up three straight nights holding the hand of a husband who is dying of bone cancer. Or maybe this very lady is the low-wage clerk at the motor vehicle department, who just yesterday helped your spouse resolve a horrific, infuriating, red-tape problem through some small act of bureaucratic kindness. Of course, none of this is likely, but it’s also not impossible. It just depends what you want to consider. If you’re automatically sure that you know what reality is, and you are operating on your default setting, then you, like me, probably won’t consider possibilities that aren’t annoying and miserable. But if you really learn how to pay attention, then you will know there are other options. It will actually be within your power to experience a crowded, hot, slow, consumer-hell type situation as not only meaningful, but sacred, on fire with the same force that made the stars: love, fellowship, the mystical oneness of all things deep down.

DAVID FOSTER WALLACE.

We never really know what is happening in another person’s life.

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Source: moreintelligentlife.co.uk