Call me Jove. I am a person who definitely exists and is interested in many things. They include: only being terrible sometimes and making stuff because I can.
You can catch me on twitter at @askjoverie, AO3 and Pillowfort at Joverie and Dreamwidth at joverie.
Or you can also just call out into the void. It's cool either way.
my brother started calling our cat “doobie brother” which he then lengthened to “dubious brother” and has since morphed into “brother dubious” like he’s some sort of fucked up little monk
brother dubious
“My liege, I’m afraid I have reason to believe your concubine plots against you. Worry not, your eminence, you can still trust me, of course…”
Years on the internet and somehow i still click on comments sections with the insanely optimistic idea that I’ll learn something new instead of being subjected to the dumbest motherfuckers online typing like their sole purpose in life is to make me want to end mine
“Wow, what an interesting post! I want to see what sort of fascinating discourse is being generated by the idea posited by the original poster” <- Me, operating under levels of delusion yet unexplained by modern science
The most important thing is to be genuine, true and honest with yourself and the world. The second most important thing is to put a little sauce on that bad buoy
Jesus, I hadn’t even thought of this, but of course.
This is something that historians have been warning about for a couple of decades. How much of our history was not just on Twitter, but on MySpace, on blogs and web sites that came down after a few years, on e-mail, on texts. None of that leaves a record. Once the file is deleted, the server shut down and scrapped, the backup disks decay into being unreadable junk, that history is gone.
Does anyone remember when Obama and Clinton each held town hall campaign events on MySpace? Good luck finding anything about those now other than some news articles that say they happened. How many business zoom calls have formal meeting minutes taken? We are not saving histories. We aren’t even writing letters. I’m as guilty as anyone. My art is online and kept in the cloud. I make my Christmas Card every year, but I haven’t printed and mailed one in over a decade. It’s all sent electronically. Meaning that a generation from now no one will remember.
So the problem is bigger than Twitter. We are now a couple of decades into an age that will not leave any detailed historical record.
It’s thought this might just be a black spot of knowledge, there are organizations working to stop this — archival websites primarily, but these are not able to penetrate all these corporate gated gardens, where paywalls, sign up walls, and more block access to. There is an ongoing campaign by megacorps to shutdown as many archival sites as possible.
This coupled with the fallibility of hard drives, CDs (make sure to back them up! They only have a 20-30 year lifetime!), and more and there is a chance that even though there is more information than ever before, more primary and secondary sources than ever, we may become just a strange blank spot in societal and cultural history. Digital decay is a terrifying concept that we are already beginning to live through.
This is exactly what I’ve been saying. It’s a loss of history. And, given how important it has been for activists of all sorts, it will be a loss for the future as well.
Elderly women are an extremely important demographic for feminism. If a woman cannot be childless and then live comfortably taken care of in her old age, then there is still coercive incentive for children. Social security and elderly womens programs are very important.
“The orphaned elderly” is terminology used in the elder law field to describe those who, due to a lack of younger family members/or lack of relationship with said family members, find themselves in precarious positions as they age and need more support both financially and physically.
the r/curatedtumblr -> tumblr migration is so funny to me. it’s like going to the zoo and enjoying it so much you climb into the enclosure to live with the monkeys
this reply evokes such an incredible image in the mind’s eye
went to the gender store but they gave me a fucking knock-off. im a waman now or some dumb shit. how to file a complaint with the ftc
We’re so sorry to hear that you’re dissatisfied with your purchase, Mzs. Yomi. If you return to the store within 30 days we’d be happy to exchange your waman for a gender of equal or lesser value. We just got in a new shipment of Flemboys, very fresh. Wemom and MILKs (mother I’d like to kiss) are very popular with our customers, and we have both Dutch and Hamme lesbians. And catboys are all the rage right now, yes? Well for those who can’t afford the name brand, we have Hatboys. They’re boys in hats. Almost as good!
When you came, you said to me as follows: ‘I will give Gimil-Sin (my messenger) fine quality gender’. You left then but you did not do what you promised me. You put gender which was not good before my messenger (Sit-Sin) and said: ‘If you want to transition, transition; if you do not want to transition, go away!’ What do you take me for, that you treat somebody like me with such contempt?
reddit, how do I make my firstborn stop playing with the fans, the ornaments, and the makeup when he is supposed to be a warlord. I fear I shall raise a poet.
as much as i understand being a hater you have to offset that shit with genuine, sincere enjoyment & wonder sometimes lest YOU become the one who is corny. and sad. imo.
where’s your fucking whimsy, jackass? your compassion? is it only irony and judgement 24/7 for you? booooo
