Interviewer: where do you see yourself in 5 years?
Me: I used escapist fantasies as a coping mechanism to get through years of trauma and therefore never learned how to plan for a real life future
Interviewer: where do you see yourself in 5 years?
Me: I used escapist fantasies as a coping mechanism to get through years of trauma and therefore never learned how to plan for a real life future
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i don’t want real compliments tbh i just wanna hear the most ominous stuff ppl could come up with
Ominous positivity hell yeah
i just. really wish ex-christian goyim would stop taking out their hatred of christianity on random jews
a jew: judaism is important to me
someone, emerging from the woodwork: oho but it’s a religion and religion is evil!!! you’re in a cult!!!!
“Also all wars are caused by religion. ALL OF THEM.” - same person prob
the funniest thing in the entire pirates of the caribbean series is definitely that one scene in At World’s End where they have parlay but davy jones is part of it, and rather than have him stand in the shallows or something they get a big bucket of water and have in stand on it on shore
who thought of that idea? who thought “put davy jones in a bucket of water” and had the guts to suggest it aloud? and then who went “hey that sounds like a great idea!”
at some point someone told davy jones their idea was for him to stand in a bucket of water and he agreed to it
ok but notice the trail of buckets behind him meaning he walked from the ocean through three other buckets of water before he got into the one hes standing in
It’s even funnier when you consider how he must have figured all this out in the first place.
Some folks are asking “well, if he can avoid the no-dry-land curse simply by standing in a bucket, doesn’t that ruin his whole motivation?”, but he’s not on dry land here.
The parley takes place on a sandbar - which, for the unfamiliar, is a temporary “island” of sand deposited by breaking waves, unconnected with the shore, that spends most of its time submerged, being exposed only at low tide.
What Jones is doing here is rules-lawyering his curse. Can you imagine the trial and error he must have gone through in order to determine that this would actually work?
“Okay, do islands count as dry land? How about parts of the shore below the high tide mark? Reefs? Shoals? What if I stand in a pool of water on a shoal? Does it have to be seawater, or will any water do? Does it have to be a natural tidepool, or can it be something artificial, like a bucket?”
What I am saying is that there must have been a process.
Pretty sure that this implies that the reverse - a bucket of sand, floating on the water (big bucket with just a bit of sand), would qualify as dry land. That’s absurd, so I’m pretty sure that his lawyer pulled a fast one over the curse governor.
It may be absurd, but the text of the film bears it out. Davy Jones can sense the presence of his heart while it’s at sea, but not while it’s on land (indeed, that’s why he buried it on land in the first place: to break his connection with it) - yet placing the heart in a simple jar of dirt conceals it from Jones’ awareness just as surely as burial on land does, even if the jar is on a boat at the time. Suitably prepared vessels filled with dirt absolutely count as dry land for the purpose of Jones’ curse.
Then the reverse should also be true. If he buried it in a jar of water, no matter how far inland it is, he would be able to sense it. So by this logic, any container of seawater counts as not dry land, ergo, the bucket is a perfectly viable loophole.
Not necessarily. It’s traditionally a lot easier to accidentally get whammied by a curse than it is to weasel around it - I figure that’s why he’s using multiple layers of indirection here. He’s forbidden to set foot on dry land, but it’s technically not dry land (it’s a sandbar, a non-permanent landform exposed only at low tide) and he technically didn’t set foot on it (he’s standing in a bucket of water). It’s entirely possible that either one of those things alone wouldn’t make the grade.
okay but this all raises one further, very important question: if it’s specifically “dry land” he’s forbidden from, what about wetlands.
can Davy Jones fight you in salt marshes? can he throw down in a peat bog?Swamp Battle?
This is the quality content I come to Tumblr for.
could he step on land if his shoes are wet?
No matter how ridiculous PotC gets I will love it. Especially when it results in conversations like this
What if he crawls around on his hands and knees, with his feet raised slightly into the air? Can he walk on his hands? Can he ride around in a litter or a wheelchair?
can he be in a wheelbarrow?
What if he flies over dry land? Like in a hot air balloon, or in the claws of a giant bird?
What if he’s carried by two swallows using a strand of creeper?
European swallows or African swallows?
why none of them got into The Good Place
What I love about this is its acknowledgment that Jason had no intentions at all
Your 12 recent emojis are how each month of the next year will be for you
In the USA, it’s 100x cheaper to take an Uber to the hospital instead of an ambulance.
I don’t know if this is true or..
Like, having to pay for an ambulance that is taking you to the hospital? That doesn’t make any sense. What kind of distopian world is that?
It costs thousands of dollars to ride in an ambulance
In America some people with chronic health conditions like epilepsy literally have to wear medical IDs that say “don’t call an ambulance/911”. Some well-meaning person calling an ambulance for you will turn into a thousand (or couple thousand) dollars that YOU are on the hook for, even though you didn’t make the call. So, PSA: if you see someone having a seizure, look for a medical ID! You should only call an ambulance if: the person is elderly, pregnant, or the seizure lasts more than 4 minutes. Otherwise, wait for the seizure to pass, then ask the person if they want an ambulance when they regain consciousness.
wtf
Oh my god what.
Here in Quebec, if you call an ambulance for something they deem non-emergency, you get a bill later for like $180. But if it’s anything like a loss of consciousness, chest pains, labour, whatever, or if you’re in a public place and a a well-meaning samaritan calls 911, it’s paid for by the government.
Seriously, everything about healthcare in the US makes me want to cry.
Imagine a world where you have to wear tags to tell people trying to help you that “It’s ok, don’t try to help, I can’t afford to pay if someone tries to save my life. I’ll just take my chances and hope it’s not life-threatening.”
Literally the point of this post is that Americans do not have to imagine that world. We live in it
I’m categorically incapable of spending less than an hour in a grocery store, no matter how few things I go in for. Time in stores just moves differently.
When I used to work at the Plant Center, I’d usually get put on stocking inventory, and if a plant came in multiple colors, I’d arrange them chromatically. The pansies would be arranged to be White, then red, orange, yellow, blue, purple and black. Or the Dracena would get arranged from lightes-colored leaves to darkest. I was genuinely surprised how many people noticed and tanked me for it.
There’s a “Welcome ____!” chalkboard at my vet’s office for the pets who have appointments. Today I found out that if it’s not an emergency/time-sensitve and the owner has no preference, the lady who schedules them does so that the chalkboard will have a theme. Last time my dog Charleston Chew was in for a checkup, there was also a Snickers (Cat), an Oreo (another cat, bet you can’t guess what color) and a Toblerone (Boa Constrictor) on the board. Today there were five Baileys of varying species. I followed her on facebook just to see her “Best Of”
There’s coffe shops and restaurants with jokes or drawings on the sandwich boards or tip jars. Churches with marquees with a good one-liner avery time I drive by (STILL mad I didn’t get a pic of the “LIT FOR CHIST: JOHN 2:1-11″ sign). Joke flavors of ice cream, Terrible puns for your Wifi Network, my friend who took advantage of her house’s to paint a pair of eyes, a naose, and a wide grin on the otuside of her blinds so the four windows make a face. There’s a million little works of art- color studies and wordplays and small theatrical performances- all around us.
They mean a whole awful lot to me. I would drive a whole extra mile longer on the way home from school in high school to see what the neighbors with the extensive collection of inflatable lawn ornaments had done now.
If you do these things, please keep it up. I noticed, and it really did make my day that much brighter.