“In addition [to high risk of negative impact on some rivers, wildlife, and wetlands], operation of the pipeline will result in between 0.3 million tonnes and 3.5 million tonnes of greenhouse gas emissions measured in carbon dioxide equivalents. That’s roughly the same as emissions from between 71,700 and 760,900 cars over the course of year.
Ultimately, the Environmental Assessment Office concluded that the various measures included in the environmental approval mean the project would not pose “significant” risk to the environment. [I mean, wtf? what is considered significant risk??]
Will the pipeline create jobs?
Construction of the pipeline is expected to create between 2,000 and 2,500 [temporary] jobs. There are expected to be 16 to 35 permanent jobs during operation.”
(emphasis mine)
In what world are 35 jobs worth destroying entire populations of wildlife, not to even mention the displacement of people who are already seriously disenfranchised?
Um…at the risk of sounding snobby here: Do the elitist GOP get that the house doesn’t even look that good?
Not that I’m judging: I grew up in some mediocre places too. It’s fine, and there are certainly worse places. I agree with her: It was likely fine to grow up in.
But it’s a pretty mundane and rundown. By any standards.
But it’s a standing house. So apparently, per the Republicans, she’s a limousine liberal.
I second this, I grew up poor and this house…well, it’s not a “dump” or anything, but is no better a house than I was raised in with two parents barely making enough money to make the mortgage payments.
That’s what I can’t get over.
They are acting like this is some big Hollywood mansion.
And it’s really not.
This reminds me of the time Fox News tried to paint poor people as rich because 97% have a refrigerator
Meanwhile, at Secy of Education Betsy DeVos’s house:
Not to throw stones, but having delivered pizza to the DeVos kids?
That is one home on their property. One of several. The gatekeeper asks which address you are delivering to. FOR ONE FAMILY. They are grosser than that picture makes you feel
Damn ya done exposed them. That’s actually insane ?!
That looks like a… nice… house. But yeah.. it’s the same kind of house we lived in when I was a kid, and we were in the “good” side of the -bad- side of town like… apples, raisins, and only half the people handed out -anything- for halloween side of town.
So I found a site that does a subscription box for your period- it sends you basics like hygiene products, pain medication as well as snacks and pampering stuff to make you feel good,
but the best thing is they have a specialty boxes, like vegan or kosher only snacks but also
they specifically offer boxes for menstruating guys and nb folks.
which is pretty darn cool.
it’s called bonjourjolieand I think it’s 1000% awesome tbh
, don’t know if this is content you’d put on your blog, but I think this is fantastic.
I don’t tend to post non-art stuff but thanks for the shout-out anyway!!! I’m sure this will be of interest to a few people here :)
This is such an exciting thing!!
Please don’t read the comments, some people are so embarrassingly uneducated and cruel. YNA supports our trans and nonbinary followers! ❤️❤️
Whoever came up with this idea is just awesome. They really take their costumers’ diets into account, like there’s so many options. Look at all this
And if they still don’t have a box to accommodate your needs, you can even order special items and ask for a box that doesn’t have anything you’re allergic to in it
For the 3rd year in a row I’m seeing people give Netflix’s A Series of Unfortunate Events a try and then get disapointed/angry that nothing good ever comes out of it that everything always seem to go wrong for the Baudelaire and I’m just… if only someone, anyone…. had warned them
me: *is repeatidly told by the story itself that it doesnt end well, has a title sequence song that is just about how one should stop watching immediately because it’s sad, the narrator, each episode, tells me that i have an option of not watching it and proceeds to wait a few seconds for me to leave*
A Series Of Unfortunate Events: *isn’t a happy story*
me:
The title song is titled “Look away” the lyrics outright STATE “It’s sure to wreck your evening, your morning and your day so look away.”
no time for mansplaining, this place is gonna blow
actually, it’s going to collapse. the bombs are only there to break the supports and compromise the structural integrity of the building so much that it collapses on itself. you would need a much more powerful bomb to literally blow up the building from the inside out since most of the energy would just be absorbed by th
Watching the R kelly docuseries has only convinced me of one thing. Those who have aided and abetted Robert Kelly in his violent pursuit of exploiting young Black girls aren’t the reason we need feminism. They are the reason we need legal euthanasia. Welcome to my TED talk.
After watching these last two episodes…I’ve learned there are enough people covering for Kelly to fill at least three cemeteries under this proposed policy. All I gotta say is. I got the shovel ready and prepared.
we’ve started feeding this tortoiseshell-point siamese recently. she’s beautiful, aside from the fact she has disturbingly big, bulging blue eyes. we’ve started calling her… ‘goop’
it’s goop!
GUESS WHO HAD GOOPLETS! SIX ENTIRE BABIES! mama goop held onto her gooplings for an entire week longer than she had to, so the gooplitos came out very well done and fluffy!!
update: 10 weeks later… i have taken two of the gooplets for myself… sweet link and hella zelda are inseparable. as for the other four (trixie, dobby, poppy, and marigold), my mom is going to fix them & keep em as barn cats!
@staff I’m literally getting more pornbot followers now than I ever did before the nsfw ban I’m going to peel my own bones please fix your fucking website you soggy piles of mulch
No, seriously. This account was never really plagued by pornbot followers… I had like… ten in the -entire- time I’ve been on tumblr. Across all of my accounts. I’ve blocked/reported like… ten.
I’ve now blocked twenty three. On this account -alone- and I’m terrified to even look at what awaits me on my RP accounts. Your fucking purge took out my rp partners, my friends, and the artwork blogs I followed. But it replaced them with fucking spambots who are now messaging me, following me, and posting on my shit. FIX YOUR FUCKING SHIT STAFF
The documentaries and science and nature programs. The nice educational kid’s shows. Just all of it. Enjoying the gentle ribbing of his friends about being Mister Rogers.
Then finding out that the government wants to defund PBS.
Deciding to take up another sacred mantle.
Steve Rogers appearing before the Senate wearing a sweater, looking at the Senators with disappointment.
“Years ago another Mister Rogers stood here. I think it’s a shame I have to stand here now.”
Headcanon utterly and completely accepted!
“You are not living up to the potential Mister Rogers sees in you,” Rogers said, sitting down. The room sat quiet, aghast, as that sunk in to everyone involved.
She’s gotten so much flack, but she’s a fucking treasure. She runs a book program that all you have to do is sign up and from the time a kid’s born until they’re grown, they get an age-appropriate book every month. She wants people to read, to be educated, she wants her people safe, and sound, and when there was problems with her entertainment, she changed it up.
She tried so damn hard to give us back our Opryland. A literally one-of-a-kind internationally known theme park that brought in money, tourism, and notoriety to Tennessee, and if the fucking greedy gods damned pigs in Nashville had just fucking LET her, we wouldn’t have lost an international treasure to a motherfucking MALL.
She wants the world to be better than it is. And she tries so damn hard to make it that way.
Some of the best writing advice I ever got was if you’re stuck on a scene or a line, the problem is actually about 10 lines back and that’s saved me from writer’s block so many times.
I feel like I need an elaborate explanation
Often times, I find myself stuck on what a character should say next or what should happen in a scene to connect A to B or so on. When this happens, I fall into the trap of writing and rewriting the same few lines over and over, and becoming more and more dissatisfied every time until I give up.
But problem is almost never actually whatever line I’m trying to write at the moment; the issue is the stuff leading up to the line. Maybe there are structural issues with the set up, maybe I wrote a bit of dialogue that was out of character leading to a discussion that doesn’t make sense, maybe I’m missing a vital piece of exposition or expositing too much. It could be a lot of things, but the important part of the advice is to look back and be willing to consider changes to something earlier in the work (even if you’re really attached to like a piece of dialogue or a particular sentence or something) instead of trying to find a way to force out a scene that’s not working.
That makes a lot of sense. Thanks for explaining!
This is really helpful!
Woah! I never thought about that! Thanks!
I one hundred percent agree with this! Sometimes, when I have really bad writer’s block, I’ll take an hour break and then sit back down to read the entire work over again.
Whenever I start feeling irritated/confused, I put a notation by that section and keep reading. I mark where the rough patch starts and where it ends. Sometimes the parts after the rough patches are good, sometimes they’re not. Little rough patches are fine, but big ones will need to be addressed in the second edit!
When I get to the point where I’m in a rough patch that doesn’t end, I know I’ve found where I need to re-write. I go back to the start of that rough patch and copy everything from that point forward. I put the whole rough patch in a “graveyard” file (in case I need it later), then delete it from the main document.
Harry Houdini, sobbing in frustration: “Oh my god. Oh my god. Arthur I’m not a goddamn wizard. Please stop.”
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle: “Why won’t you trust me, Harry? Am I not good enough to share in your wizard secrets?”
Harry Houdini: “Arthur please. Please. Arthur you are the most gullible man alive and you’re getting scammed by paper cutouts of faeries.”
Harry Houdini: “Arthur, this isn’t working out. I think we should have a friend breakup. It’s unhealthy…”
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle: “I was thinking the same thing. If you won’t face the facts and accept that you’re a magic wizard, I don’t think I can carry this relationship by myself knowing the truth about you.”
Harry Houdini: “Yeah see this is exactly what I mean.”
Here is a work of historical fantasy that I would like to exist: A disgruntled Harry Houdini and a delighted Sir Arthur Conan Doyle stumble upon the existence of a hidden magical world.
Doyle: I KNEW IT.
Houdini: I HATE THIS.
Oh god, oh god, but you have to address the super important hanging plot question, which is WHAT HAPPENED/WHAT WERE THEY DOING TO HARRY HOUDINI in the magical world that made him incapable of reporting back to Bess every goddamned Halloween? *Harry Houdini with duck tape over mouth in wizarding basement; chair goes thump, thump, thump as he struggles to get closer to the fireplace.*
