Randomosity
iterativeimprovement:

digitaldiscipline:

seananmcguire:

HE WHO WALKS BEHIND THE ROWS IS NOT FUCKING AMUSED.

Blood Pit Supply Chain & Maintenance Local #91 looks up from the latest Grainger catalogue and glances out the window, draped prodigiously with cobwebs and spider nests this time of year, into the golden late-afternoon sunlight slanting along the green-falling-to-dessiccation of the Corn Maze.
He frowns slightly at the thought that has just been flung his way by Herself, with the force of thousands of others behind her. It is a strong thought, and a right thought, but it is not a happy thought.
He puts down the catalogue, bookmarking it with a small-handled fillet knife and stands, pulling on sprung workboots and gloves that have outlived dynasties, more comfortable than anything with so many scars would be expected to be, and steps outside.
There is a very surprised man in a sport coat, his jewel-toned polo shirt open at the neck, standing there. It is almost always a man when a summons like this is raised, and BPSC&ML#91 is still disappointed by men.
"Who? What? Where?" The man looks around in shock, the beginning of fear kindling far too slowly.
YOU WOULD MAKE A HALF-ASSED JOURNALIST, NOT ASKING ALL THE QUESTIONS LIKE THAT. HOW DOES NOT MATTER. WHY IS OBVIOUS TO EVERYONE BUT YOU.
The man makes to run, but smooth-soled office shoes do not offer much purchase in the dry grass, and he cries out when the hands descend on his shoulders, holding him with inexorable inevitability.
LOOK AT THE CORN.
The man stares. Gapes, really.
The corn, helpfully, rustles in the light breeze off the blood pits. Faintly, so faintly, one can hear the joyous cries of the birthday celebrants playing tag with the shark, or perhaps playing fetch with the bats, or maybe watching the kraken tentacle-paint. But, much closer, is the corn. It rustles like a greedy old miser rubbing dry hands together at the prospect of taking something they don’t like from a person who loves it. Because that is what the corn does, at least when it isn’t laughing at crows.
IS IT SEXY?
"Nuh nuh nuh no…."
WHO WOULD DRESS SO?
"I… I don’t know. It was just a—"
IT DOES NOT MATTER. IT WAS DONE. IT IS A THING YOU DID. AND THIS IS THE THING WE DO.
There is a shove. A scream, quickly torn apart and silenced. An impractical shoe that will need to be put into the bin. And a door closing afterward.

This is the sort of thing Chuck Wending ought to see.

Sexy corn. Sexy CORN. SEXY corn. SEXY CORN.

iterativeimprovement:

digitaldiscipline:

seananmcguire:

HE WHO WALKS BEHIND THE ROWS IS NOT FUCKING AMUSED.

Blood Pit Supply Chain & Maintenance Local #91 looks up from the latest Grainger catalogue and glances out the window, draped prodigiously with cobwebs and spider nests this time of year, into the golden late-afternoon sunlight slanting along the green-falling-to-dessiccation of the Corn Maze.

He frowns slightly at the thought that has just been flung his way by Herself, with the force of thousands of others behind her. It is a strong thought, and a right thought, but it is not a happy thought.

He puts down the catalogue, bookmarking it with a small-handled fillet knife and stands, pulling on sprung workboots and gloves that have outlived dynasties, more comfortable than anything with so many scars would be expected to be, and steps outside.

There is a very surprised man in a sport coat, his jewel-toned polo shirt open at the neck, standing there. It is almost always a man when a summons like this is raised, and BPSC&ML#91 is still disappointed by men.

"Who? What? Where?" The man looks around in shock, the beginning of fear kindling far too slowly.

YOU WOULD MAKE A HALF-ASSED JOURNALIST, NOT ASKING ALL THE QUESTIONS LIKE THAT. HOW DOES NOT MATTER. WHY IS OBVIOUS TO EVERYONE BUT YOU.

The man makes to run, but smooth-soled office shoes do not offer much purchase in the dry grass, and he cries out when the hands descend on his shoulders, holding him with inexorable inevitability.

LOOK AT THE CORN.

The man stares. Gapes, really.

The corn, helpfully, rustles in the light breeze off the blood pits. Faintly, so faintly, one can hear the joyous cries of the birthday celebrants playing tag with the shark, or perhaps playing fetch with the bats, or maybe watching the kraken tentacle-paint. But, much closer, is the corn. It rustles like a greedy old miser rubbing dry hands together at the prospect of taking something they don’t like from a person who loves it. Because that is what the corn does, at least when it isn’t laughing at crows.

IS IT SEXY?

"Nuh nuh nuh no…."

WHO WOULD DRESS SO?

"I… I don’t know. It was just a—"

IT DOES NOT MATTER. IT WAS DONE. IT IS A THING YOU DID. AND THIS IS THE THING WE DO.

There is a shove. A scream, quickly torn apart and silenced. An impractical shoe that will need to be put into the bin. And a door closing afterward.

This is the sort of thing Chuck Wending ought to see.

Sexy corn. Sexy CORN. SEXY corn. SEXY CORN.

FEMEN, you are not helping. Sit down and shut the fuck up.
Knowing how the storage of communication by the general population is being used by the NSA, this surveillance and storage brings up several questions particular to inmate populations. If you are arrested at 18, can what you say then in a video chat be used against you when you’re arrested at 45? Even if you weren’t convicted at 18? Could it be used to show a “pattern” and thus increase your sentence? What about the video created by those who are found innocent? What happens to their videos? Another less immediate issue, but still very important to consider: how will having a surveilled jail visit in the “comfort” of your own home blur the boundaries around private citizen and what can and can’t be surveilled or controlled by the government?

The New World of Digital Prison Visits | GlobalCommentGlobalComment

I wrote this—check it out!

(via rebellingintherustbelt)

Read this. You have to read this. Brilliant and important!

pastimperfection:


semiserious:

Here’s a weird story. That site Who Dated Who lists Nathan Lane as a rumored ex-boyfriend of Ricky Martin. Naturally I decided to investigate. Turn out t was a fake rumor from Perez Hilton, go figure. Somehow though I decided i wanted to read Lane’s coming out interview. I Googled and found old back issues of The Advocate archived in Google Books. 
So I read the interview, and then skim through the rest of the issue. It’s interesting to see where the gay press was in 1999. Apparently Keith Richards is a giant homophobe and Jon Stewart has always been pretty cool. Go figure. 
The advertisements are still the kind you’ll see in gay mags today: booze, cigarettes, HIV meds. But then half way though I start seeing a lot of ads for vague financial services, and I don’t really pay attention to them. That is until I see this one. I assumed it was some horrible, horrible joke about negative to positive cash flow, but then I see the word “Viatical settlement.” Then I realize that term is in all of these ads. I have no idea what is, so of course I got to Wikipedia. 
Turns out Viatical settlements were a once little used arrangement where you could sell your life insurance policy for cash up front, and then the buyer would get the full payout when you died. 
They’re legal, but weren’t very prominent until the ’80s when AIDS took off. Since you know gay marriage wasn’t a thing, gay men often didn’t have anyone to have on their life insurance except their parents, people they may have been estranged from or who might not have needed the money. 
So this entire industry pops up around Viatical settlements. Gay men got some of their life insurance money when they were still alive, kicked the bucket from AIDS a little while later, then the buyer cashed in. 
“From the perspective of the investor, purchasing a vatical is similar to buying a zero coupon bond with an uncertain maturity date [however an annual maintenance fee is payable i.e. the policy premium],” says. Wiki. “The return depends on the seller’s life expectancy and when he or she dies.”
Gay mens deaths: just like buying a zero coupon bond!
And, ok, on one level, great, it provided a much needed way to get money for gay men dying of a disease. On the other this was sadly the easiest way for them to get money. An entire financial services industry arose around the deaths of hundreds of thousands of gay men. 
People found a way to profit off of the AIDS crisis. Like holy shit. There’s people still to this day who probably have vacation homes they bought because gay men died. 
America right there. 
Keep in mind this issues is dated 1999. This was just 15 years ago. 

It gets even worse.  A viatical settlement is like life insurance in reverse, right?  If you buy a life insurance policy, the insurer is betting you won’t die; a viatical settlement is based on a prediction that you’ll die soon.  (Some viatical settlements are lump payments, some are monthly maintenance, some are both; some offer you a kind of double-indemnity clause if you beat the odds.)  HIV/AIDS was initially really attractive to this industry because it was a death sentence: if you developed AIDS, you would very probably die a few years later. And in the meantime, you’d probably have tons of medical bills and no way to support yourself.  It was a safe bet. 
Many people who traded in life-insurance policies for viatical settlements died right on schedule, but some didn’t - they were either outliers or their diagnosis came on the cusp of new therapies.  Some of them suddenly had an extra quarter-century to live and thrive - and then, of course, the future might well step in and offer more time, more good health. 
This is great news for them, but terrible news for the people who had agreed to pay them until they died.  So what did these companies do?  In at least one case, they tried to shaft their customer:
http://law.justia.com/cases/new-jersey/appellate-division-unpublished/2007/a1151-06-opn.html

pastimperfection:

semiserious:

Here’s a weird story. That site Who Dated Who lists Nathan Lane as a rumored ex-boyfriend of Ricky Martin. Naturally I decided to investigate. Turn out t was a fake rumor from Perez Hilton, go figure. Somehow though I decided i wanted to read Lane’s coming out interview. I Googled and found old back issues of The Advocate archived in Google Books

So I read the interview, and then skim through the rest of the issue. It’s interesting to see where the gay press was in 1999. Apparently Keith Richards is a giant homophobe and Jon Stewart has always been pretty cool. Go figure. 

The advertisements are still the kind you’ll see in gay mags today: booze, cigarettes, HIV meds. But then half way though I start seeing a lot of ads for vague financial services, and I don’t really pay attention to them. That is until I see this one. I assumed it was some horrible, horrible joke about negative to positive cash flow, but then I see the word “Viatical settlement.” Then I realize that term is in all of these ads. I have no idea what is, so of course I got to Wikipedia. 

Turns out Viatical settlements were a once little used arrangement where you could sell your life insurance policy for cash up front, and then the buyer would get the full payout when you died. 

They’re legal, but weren’t very prominent until the ’80s when AIDS took off. Since you know gay marriage wasn’t a thing, gay men often didn’t have anyone to have on their life insurance except their parents, people they may have been estranged from or who might not have needed the money. 

So this entire industry pops up around Viatical settlements. Gay men got some of their life insurance money when they were still alive, kicked the bucket from AIDS a little while later, then the buyer cashed in. 

From the perspective of the investor, purchasing a vatical is similar to buying a zero coupon bond with an uncertain maturity date [however an annual maintenance fee is payable i.e. the policy premium],” says. Wiki. “The return depends on the seller’s life expectancy and when he or she dies.”

Gay mens deaths: just like buying a zero coupon bond!

And, ok, on one level, great, it provided a much needed way to get money for gay men dying of a disease. On the other this was sadly the easiest way for them to get money. An entire financial services industry arose around the deaths of hundreds of thousands of gay men.

People found a way to profit off of the AIDS crisis. Like holy shit. There’s people still to this day who probably have vacation homes they bought because gay men died. 

America right there. 

Keep in mind this issues is dated 1999. This was just 15 years ago. 

It gets even worse.  A viatical settlement is like life insurance in reverse, right?  If you buy a life insurance policy, the insurer is betting you won’t die; a viatical settlement is based on a prediction that you’ll die soon.  (Some viatical settlements are lump payments, some are monthly maintenance, some are both; some offer you a kind of double-indemnity clause if you beat the odds.)  HIV/AIDS was initially really attractive to this industry because it was a death sentence: if you developed AIDS, you would very probably die a few years later. And in the meantime, you’d probably have tons of medical bills and no way to support yourself.  It was a safe bet. 

Many people who traded in life-insurance policies for viatical settlements died right on schedule, but some didn’t - they were either outliers or their diagnosis came on the cusp of new therapies.  Some of them suddenly had an extra quarter-century to live and thrive - and then, of course, the future might well step in and offer more time, more good health. 

This is great news for them, but terrible news for the people who had agreed to pay them until they died.  So what did these companies do?  In at least one case, they tried to shaft their customer:

http://law.justia.com/cases/new-jersey/appellate-division-unpublished/2007/a1151-06-opn.html

Lemme tell you something, Gaters. You WISH you could be accepted into the SJW Army.

Our uniforms are covered in glitter. We have a variety of awesome weapons. The songs we march to are way cooler than yours. And frankly, our cohorts are way cooler than you.

Also, your “fight” is showing us in full technicolor glory who the bigots are, since so many of you are attaching your names to your rants (at least, when you’re not sockpuppeting). Which is great! 

Also, you suck at imitating SJW’s. Because you will never be as awesome as us. Narrow-minded, violent douchebags aren’t awesome. They are pathetic and they end up drinking cheap ass beer and trying to impress the kids with their made-up exploits when they’re old and alone. And you will be alone. Being a violent, hateful, bigoted douchebag kind of guarantees it.

harikondabolu:

Hari Kondabolu analyzes a Matthew McConaughey interview about gay rights in The Advocate where he outs one of his college friends, talks about how popular he was in highschool and comes up with a program to help “the nerd, the gay kid, the fat girl and the kid with the hairlip.”

chescaleigh:

evolutia:

tryllvester:

femtoxic:

kreyolcoco:

jcoleknowsbest:

talesofthestarshipregeneration:

so so hold on now. is motherfuckers gonna prosecute the police for this white woman collapsing and dying but not for actually fucking killing the black man? is this what is going to happen?

You know what….. 

Is this a joke? This gotta be a joke

Holy SHIT

Ya gotta be shitting me

I’m not even sure what to say, except, “justice” is nothing but a fable and tall-tale, it does not exist for Black people.

Our “justice system” is legit trolling us at this point. 

What. The. Actual. Fuck.

I mean, yes, they are responsible for her death because of what they did, but WHAT ABOUT THE BLACK MAN THEY MURDERED? LIKE, INTENTIONALLY?

I…I . . FFS I CANNOT EVEN ANYMORE.

blackgirlsparadise:

lareinaana:

arienreign:

Why isn’t anyone talking about this?
http://www.dailydot.com/news/darrien-hunt-shot-by-police-while-cosplaying/

Watch non black cosplayers and lovers of cosplay stay silent on this.

He was killed for being black. Don’t say this isn’t a race issue and mention the “toy sword” being a threat. Even if it was a real sword he lived in an open carry state and legally he was allowed to carry it. Open carry and Stand your ground only benefits white people.

brookeyfbaby:

YOU GUYS THIS IS SO IMPORTANT