Mundito Feliz

Espasmos producto de un insomnio mal empleado. La otra cara del panqué.

“Frankly put. I am a FAKE GEEK GUY. I admit it. I like geek stuff, but I don’t love geek stuff. Not the way most geeks do. I’m an interloper on the geek scene. I’ve seen the movies, but I don’t know the canon. I am not a true fan.

All those things about not really loving the source material and “just watching the movies” or only reading the one book that everyone has read. That—all of that—applies to me.

But here are some things that have never happened to me. I have never been quizzed about who Data’s evil brother is to prove I like Star Trek. I have never had to justify my place in a midnight line to see Spider-man II by knowing who took up the mantle of Spider-man after Peter Parker’s death. (Peter Parker dies? Really? That’s so sad!) I have never had to explain who Nightwing is in order to participate in a conversation about Batman. (Nightwing is like….Robin on steroids, right?) I have never been asked how battle meditation works in order to voice my opinion that Enterprise shields would probably make a fight with Star Wars technology one sided. (Battle meditation is something that was in that Jedi role playing game, wasn’t it?) I have never had to beat everybody in the room (twice) at Mario Kart to prove I liked video games. I have never had my gender “honorarily” changed by having enough geek interests to be accepted (“you’re one of the guys now”). No one has ever insisted I tell them the difference between a tank and DPS in an MMORPG before allowing me to discuss raiding Molten Core. I have never been dismissed as a faker at a prequel screening because I didn’t know which admiral came out of light speed too close to the planet’s surface in The Empire Strikes Back. I have never been quizzed about Armor Class in order to get past someone who was blocking my path to the back of a game store where my friends were waiting at the tables. I have never been told I’m not a real fan. I have never been shamed for coming to a convention despite my lack of esoteric knowledge. And I have never, ever, EVER been invited to leave a fandom because I didn’t like [whatever it was] enough.

Every one of the things I have listed, I have personally witnessed happen. To women.

That’s not elitism. That’s sexism.”

—   The “Fake Geek” is Not The Problem When It Comes to “Fake Geek Girls” (via brutereason)

I just heard from Ace of Geeks, where this was originally published. Looks like it’s getting reblogged all over the place, but the person who originally wrote it, and the site that originally published it, aren’t getting any credit.

That’s not cool, so: http://aceofgeeks.blogspot.com/2014/05/the-fake-geek-is-not-problem-when-it.html

(via wilwheaton)

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mynameisdagger:

mmmmilk:

huffingtonpost:

People have offered many potential explanations for this discrepancy, but this ad highlights the importance of the social cues that push girls away from math and science in their earliest childhood years.

Watch the powerful Verizon advertisement to really understand what a little girl hears when you tell her she’s pretty.

this is why i’m raising ella to do whatever makes her happy. i believe in skinned knees, dirty hands, climbing as high as she can, the curiosity of space and how everything works. i will never let her believe that being a girl is holding her back from anything. i will never get tired of her asking, “what’s that?” or sitting with her for 15 minutes while she watches how machinery works in our every day adventures, as i do my best to explain what it all means. this is important. my patience in her curiosity and ability to achieve has already made a huge impact in her life. ella will be 2 years old on friday and already tells herself, “i got it” when faced with a new challenge and “i did it!” when she accomplishes it.

raise your daughters to be self-aware beyond their looks. raise your daughters to always be curious. raise your daughters to work hard. raise your daughters to have passions that make them happy. raise your daughters to be whatever the fuck they want to be.

This is so important

(via laurenlegary)

zodiacmind:

Fun facts about your sign here

zodiacmind:

Fun facts about your sign here

darksilenceinsuburbia:

Maja Daniels

Monette & Mady

Monette and Mady are identical twins. They have lived their whole life closely together and are, as they say, inseparable. I first saw them on the streets of Paris and I was instantly fascinated by their identical outfits and synchronized corporal language. Quirky and beautiful, they stood out from any crowd. As I couldn’t quite believe my eyes, I remember thinking that they might not be real.
When I approached them I was not surprised to discover that they often finish each other’s sentences and that they refer to themselves as « I » instead of « we ».

Neither Mady nor Monette have married or had children and they always eat the same kind of food in identical portions.
They do not just share a close relationship as sisters; as a couple they act, model and dance together and the city of Paris is their main stage. If they ever go out dressed in different outfits, people stop and ask why they argue.

Since a great part of Mady and Monette’s lives is about performing, in front of cameras or on a stage as well as on the street, this project consists of a mix of staged and documentary images. (from artist statement)

Website

wonderous-world:

Mesa Falls by Raphael Bick

darksilenceinsuburbia:

Ben Javens

A selection of illustrations for real Simple magazine, to accompany an article about unusual public holidays.

Ed Sheeran - Skinny Love

waeh-edsheeran:

'Skinny Love' cover by Ed Sheeran [x]

Come on skinny love just last the year,
Pour a little salt we were never here,
My my my, my my my, my-my my-my…
Staring at the sink of blood and crushed veneer.

Tell my love to wreck it all,
Cut out all the ropes and let me fall,
My my my, my my my, my-my my-my…
Right in the moment this order’s tall.

And I told you to be patient,
And I told you to be fine,
And I told you to be balanced,
And I told you to be kind,
And in the morning I’ll be with you,
But it will be a different kind,
'Cause I'll be holding all the tickets,
And you’ll be owning all the fines.

Come on skinny love, what happened here?
Suckle on the hope in light brassieres,
My my my, my my my, my-my my-my…
Sullen load is full, so slow on the split.

And I told you to be patient,
And I told you to be fine,
And I told you to be balanced,
And I told you to be kind,
And now all your love is wasted,
Then who the hell was I?
'Cause now I'm breaking at the britches,
And at the end of all your lines.

Who will love you?
Who will fight?
And who will fall far behind?

Come on skinny love,
My my my, my my my, my-my my-my…
My my my, my my my, my-my my-my.

 

humansofnewyork:

"Being disabled in America is like living in a third world country."

humansofnewyork:

"Being disabled in America is like living in a third world country."

(via darksilenceinsuburbia)

“I can’t wait for the day when you realized you fucked up.”

—   I Was The One (via seelengekritzel)

(Source: michellehartson, via kil0nova)

sexploiting:

this is what I want. Us, going on a road trip, sleeping in our car and cheap motels, eating cereal for dinner and ihop for breakfast and granola bars for lunch. Fighting over the radio stations and talking about old memories of when we were young and when we first met and how we fell in love

sexploiting:

this is what I want. Us, going on a road trip, sleeping in our car and cheap motels, eating cereal for dinner and ihop for breakfast and granola bars for lunch. Fighting over the radio stations and talking about old memories of when we were young and when we first met and how we fell in love

(Source: joshuafoster, via laurenlegary)