agentmlovestacos:

I want a child so’s I can put this hat on him/her. 
via oliphillips:

R2-D2 Knitted Hat
by EricaKnit

agentmlovestacos:

I want a child so’s I can put this hat on him/her. 

via oliphillips:

R2-D2 Knitted Hat

by EricaKnit

sleepydumpling:

Oh hell yes, you do.

sleepydumpling:

Oh hell yes, you do.

I’m sick to the back teeth, sick and tired, of feminists being accused of sexism and hypocrisy unless we spend exactly half of our time and resources pointing out every instance of how ‘patriarchy hurts men too’. Gay rights activists aren’t expected to spend half their time campaigning for heterosexuals. Anti-racism activists aren’t expected to spend ages campaigning on behalf of white people. Yet its a different story with feminism, isn’t it? …
… It’s why people say things like ‘I’m not a feminist, I’m a humanist’ or ‘I’m not a feminist, I’m in favour of human rights’. It’s because there is a stigma attached to any activism that unashamedly benefits women, as a social group. It’s not seen as worthy enough, and fighting on behalf of women as a group is embarassing somehow. I’m just talking about plain, uncontroversial activism that improves the lives of women…
…At the end of the day, there are feminists who concentrate on men’s issues, some who do work on both genders, and some who concentrate solely on improving the world for women. All are useful aspects of feminism. All have validity, and none of them should have to apologise for their focus…

Catherine Redfern

If you had any questions about feminism…

(via thehumblearticulatefeminist)

Catherine Redfern is my new hero. Love this quote so fucking much.

(via feministslut)

(via sleepydumpling)

charlottetheharlot:

weakmeatstrongeat:

bingegardening:

maxistentialist:

Tweenbots by Kacie Kinzer:

Given their extreme vulnerability, the vastness of city space, the dangers posed by traffic, suspicion of terrorism, and the possibility that no one would be interested in helping a lost little robot, I initially conceived the Tweenbots as disposable creatures which were more likely to struggle and die in the city than to reach their destination. Because I built them with minimal technology, I had no way of tracking the Tweenbot’s progress, and so I set out on the first test with a video camera hidden in my purse. I placed the Tweenbot down on the sidewalk, and walked far enough away that I would not be observed as the Tweenbot––a smiling 10-inch tall cardboard missionary––bumped along towards his inevitable fate.
The results were unexpected. Over the course of the following months, throughout numerous missions, the Tweenbots were successful in rolling from their start point to their far-away destination assisted only by strangers. Every time the robot got caught under a park bench, ground futilely against a curb, or became trapped in a pothole, some passerby would always rescue it and send it toward its goal. Never once was a Tweenbot lost or damaged. Often, people would ignore the instructions to aim the Tweenbot in the “right” direction, if that direction meant sending the robot into a perilous situation. One man turned the robot back in the direction from which it had just come, saying out loud to the Tweenbot, “You can’t go that way, it’s toward the road.”
The Tweenbot’s unexpected presence in the city created an unfolding narrative that spoke not simply to the vastness of city space and to the journey of a human-assisted robot, but also to the power of a simple technological object to create a complex network powered by human intelligence and asynchronous interactions. But of more interest to me, was the fact that this ad-hoc crowdsourcing was driven primarily by human empathy for an anthropomorphized object. The journey the Tweenbots take each time they are released in the city becomes a story of people’s willingness to engage with a creature that mirrors human characteristics of vulnerability, of being lost, and of having intention without the means of achieving its goal alone. As each encounter with a helpful pedestrian takes the robot one step closer to attaining it’s destination, the significance of our random discoveries and individual actions accumulates into a story about a vast space made small by an even smaller robot.


“You can’t go that way, it’s toward the road.”

This is beyond adorable.

I needed this this morning. Beautiful.

charlottetheharlot:

weakmeatstrongeat:

bingegardening:

maxistentialist:

Tweenbots by Kacie Kinzer:

Given their extreme vulnerability, the vastness of city space, the dangers posed by traffic, suspicion of terrorism, and the possibility that no one would be interested in helping a lost little robot, I initially conceived the Tweenbots as disposable creatures which were more likely to struggle and die in the city than to reach their destination. Because I built them with minimal technology, I had no way of tracking the Tweenbot’s progress, and so I set out on the first test with a video camera hidden in my purse. I placed the Tweenbot down on the sidewalk, and walked far enough away that I would not be observed as the Tweenbot––a smiling 10-inch tall cardboard missionary––bumped along towards his inevitable fate.

The results were unexpected. Over the course of the following months, throughout numerous missions, the Tweenbots were successful in rolling from their start point to their far-away destination assisted only by strangers. Every time the robot got caught under a park bench, ground futilely against a curb, or became trapped in a pothole, some passerby would always rescue it and send it toward its goal. Never once was a Tweenbot lost or damaged. Often, people would ignore the instructions to aim the Tweenbot in the “right” direction, if that direction meant sending the robot into a perilous situation. One man turned the robot back in the direction from which it had just come, saying out loud to the Tweenbot, “You can’t go that way, it’s toward the road.”

The Tweenbot’s unexpected presence in the city created an unfolding narrative that spoke not simply to the vastness of city space and to the journey of a human-assisted robot, but also to the power of a simple technological object to create a complex network powered by human intelligence and asynchronous interactions. But of more interest to me, was the fact that this ad-hoc crowdsourcing was driven primarily by human empathy for an anthropomorphized object. The journey the Tweenbots take each time they are released in the city becomes a story of people’s willingness to engage with a creature that mirrors human characteristics of vulnerability, of being lost, and of having intention without the means of achieving its goal alone. As each encounter with a helpful pedestrian takes the robot one step closer to attaining it’s destination, the significance of our random discoveries and individual actions accumulates into a story about a vast space made small by an even smaller robot.

“You can’t go that way, it’s toward the road.”

This is beyond adorable.

I needed this this morning. Beautiful.

(via mymilkspilt)

uk-feminism:

As if we needed any more reasons to love Bill Bailey!

uk-feminism:

As if we needed any more reasons to love Bill Bailey!

"The Importance of Being Earnest", Oscar Wilde, the only man who can have a serious argument over muffins and still be considered one of the greatest satirist of all time.

  • ALGERNON: If it wasn't my business, I wouldn't talk about it. [Begins to eat muffins].It is very vulgar to talk about one's business. Only people like stockbrokers do that, and then merely at dinner parties.
  • JACK: How you can sit there, calmly eating muffins, when we are in this horrible trouble, I can hardly make out. You seem to me to be perfectly heartless.
  • ALGERNON: Well, I can't eat muffins in an agitated manner. The butter would probably get on my cuffs. One should always eat muffins quite calmly. It is the only way to eat them.
  • JACK: I say it's perfectly heartless your eating muffins at all, under the circumstances.
  • ALGERNON: When I am in trouble, eating is the only thing that consoles me. Indeed, when I am in really great trouble, as anyone who knows me intimately will tell you, I refuse everything except food and drink. At the present moment I am eating muffins because I am unhappy. Besides, I am particularly fond of muffins. [Rising].
  • JACK: [Rising]. Well, that is no reason why you should eat them all in that greedy way. [Takes muffins from ALGERNON].
  • ALGERNON: [Offering teacake]. I wish you would have teacake instead. I don't like teacake.
  • JACK: Good heavens! I suppose a man may eat his own muffins in his own garden.
  • ALGERNON: But you have just said it was perfectly heartless to eat muffins.
  • JACK: I said it was perfectly heartless of you, under the circumstances. That is a very different thing.
  • ALGERNON: That may be. But the muffins are the same. [He seizes the muffin dish from JACK.]
Monday moggy - Samantha, productivity aid extraordinaire

Monday moggy - Samantha, productivity aid extraordinaire

crumping:

Really, VW? Really? I mean, seriously, WTF?

Ugh :(

crumping:

Really, VW? Really? I mean, seriously, WTF?

Ugh :(

sleepydumpling:

john1954moi:

Repair Flowchart! Simple!

My big brother has been telling me this for about 20 years.

This made my kids laugh :-)

sleepydumpling:

john1954moi:

Repair Flowchart! Simple!

My big brother has been telling me this for about 20 years.

This made my kids laugh :-)