I just remembered I forgot to water the seedlings in the greenhouse so I went back outside, and I was too lazy to look for the small watering can for seedlings at this hour so I just knelt down near the fish tank and took some water in my cupped hands and started tossing it towards the seedling tray on the table behind me
—only the fish are starting to be very friendly by now, as soon as they see me they come wriggling happily to say hi and check if I have a little insect or some other snack to give them, and suddenly I found myself accidentally catching a friendly little fish in my cupped hands and throwing it in the air behind me. I literally realised what I was doing as I was doing it
I have bad reflexes usually but this time I jumped up and flailed around desperately and managed to catch the little guy mid-flight!!!!
The fish was very confused but unharmed 😭
(sorry for the poor stick drawings, I felt I could not adequately convey our mutual jolt of surprise and terror with words)
thr funniest part of therapy to me is when you first come in and you’re exchanging niceties and they say “hello! how are you” and you say “im fine how are you :)” and then 30 seconds later they put on their therapist voice and say “so how are you doing?” and you go well lisa. believe it or not im doing Bad
— If the meds were switched, then when I got them mixed up, I… I accidentally switched them back, so… I gave Harlan… — The correct doses, yes. But not accidentally.
KNIVES OUT (2019)dir. Rian Johnson
I love this moment, not just because of the twist, but also because Marta has been dying the whole movie with not only fear and grief, but guilt at having caused the death of her patient, her friend.
For Benoit to take the time to reassure that this was not her fault, in way that is so kind and so clear, was lovely.
“You are a good nurse.” You can tell when he says that the he truly understands what is paining her the most. Just beautiful.
I have so much love for this film, and for the moment following this where Benoit tells her that, if Harlan had listened to her, he would still be alive. The blame is taken from her, in the kindest possible way, by someone she trusts. After all the goalpost moving and ‘ah, gotcha!’ and obsession with spoilers in cinema over the last decade, with characterisation abandoned and plotlines left unresolved, knives out is a kind film. It isn’t obsessed with tricking you or catching you out, just wants you along for the ride
I love Benoit Blanc in this scene so much. I mean, he’s a great character throughout the film, but this was the moment I thought, “I will watch as many movies about this character as Rian Johnson and Daniel Craig choose to make.”
I am so sick of the trend of making intelligent male characters callous. And despite his veneer of slow Southern affability, Benoit Blanc is almost diabolically clever. So throughout the movie, I assumed he was toying with Marta, enjoying her discomfort because he found her suspicious. I thought he was another brilliant, heartless detective in the BBC Sherlock vein. But look at him in this scene. He practically has tears in his eyes because he’s so moved by Marta’s goodness, and I love him. I love this movie. I can’t wait for the sequels.
My bf studied japanese in high school and often says “gambate!” (not sure of spelling) to be like. encouraging. I think it means roughly “let’s get this bread.” However, as someone who took spanish in high school, it always sounds like a command to me. And as near as I can tell, in spanish it would mean “go shrimp yourself.”
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I’m definitely not a fluent speaker, so I could be wrong, but here’s how I got there:
In Spanish, some (informal, I think?) commands are formed by dropping the “r” from the end of an infinitive verb. (Every infinitive verb in Spanish ends in r.) For example, “to run” is “correr.” If you want to tell someone to run, it’s “corre.” If you want to tell someone to do something to something/someone, you append a little pronoun thing to the end. From “besar” (to kiss) we get “bésame” (kiss me). From “cocinar” (to cook) we get “cocínalo” (cook it). From “callar” (to silence) we get “cállate” (silence yourself/shut up).
So, “gambate” immediately reminds me of “cállate,” which is a rude command. It would be formed from the verb “gambar” and the second person object “te” for “you/yourself.” But “gambar” isn’t a word in Spanish. However, “gamba” is a word. It means “shrimp.” So while it isn’t technically grammatically correct, in the same way we “verb” nouns in English, the noun “gamba” is being used in the place of a verb here. “Gambate” (or more properly “gámbate” to maintain the correct stress for both the Spanish and Japanese). “Go shrimp yourself.”
Native spanish speaker. You’re quite right about your linguistics here, and spanish speakers love to make up new words by conjugating existing words (at the very least, my parents do)
My confusion stemmed from never having heard the word gamba before. To my knowledge the word for shrimp is camarón
So i looked it up and apparently gamba actually means prawn. So it’s actually go prawn yourself
Never gonna know them, but shoutout to the healthcare workers who are breaking the law to help their patients get life-saving care. I’ll never see an article about you because knowing you would risk everything including jail time. Nurses who lie on medical records so their patients can get abortions. Doctors making up shit so their patients can have HRT.
Wherever you are, you are keeping your promise to help your patient.
My mom is dead so she can’t get in trouble for this.
Many years ago when she was still healthy enough to work, she was the manager at one of those select-your-own-tests labs. They didn’t take insurance, which meant they had no insurance department, which meant it was actually cheaper sometimes than even getting the same test elsewhere WITH insurance, so her clientele often came in with doctor’s orders, and it is about one such patient I’m about to tell you. He was four years old and had leukemia.
At 3am the day my mom did his labs, she got a stat call. “Stat call” means “drop everything, contact the doctor, these numbers are outside the acceptable range and urgency is required.” She woke me to drive her to the lab so she could try to get in touch with the doctor on the way and say “I live five minutes from the lab I want you on the phone as soon as I get those numbers from my email.”
The doctor did not pick up.
Standard protocol at this point is to wait 20 minutes and call again, repeat until you get an answer.
My mom was not allowed to interpret lab numbers. She didn’t have the official credentials. But she was a medical assistant and had self-taught a lot of medicine to make herself a better MA (call it unofficial continuing education), and she took one look at this little boy’s numbers, and she had to make a judgement call. That call ended up being “Mrs. X, this is Catie from [lab name]. I received a stat call for your son and can’t reach the doctor. I’m not legally allowed to interpret these numbers for you. But pick an ER, I will call them and send the numbers and have them waiting for you. Go NOW. Don’t wait. I cannot stress enough how urgent it is that you GO RIGHT NOW.”
Had she chosen law over life, that little boy would have been dead by morning.
Instead she risked years in prison and being stripped of her license to practice. She got cupcakes and a thank-you card instead. As far as I know, the boy went on to make a full recovery.
When I think of my mom, this is what I want her to be remembered for. Nobody could ever know while she was alive. I want everyone to know now.
(And if you’re a 14-year-old on this website in 2023, and this sounds eerily corroborative to a story your mom has told you, and you grew up in Arizona, hi. My mom would love to meet you if she was still alive. But in her absence, will you tell me how you’re doing? I’ll tell her the next time I get up to her grave. She’d like to know.)
This is such an important and genuinely terrifying post. I could completely go off on the rise of anti-science, but for now I’ll just add: it isn’t just boomers that get deceived. This is a warning to all of us.
Pay ATTENTION to what you are being told. If you think you cannot be deceived, you leave yourself open to deception. Question, doubt, research research research. Learn about your personal biases, dig up any subconscious cognitive dissonance. Keep an eye on your mind.
It needs to be stressed that biases, not a lack of intelligence, is very much the issue here. Being aware of the need to fact check yourself is key: Intelligence won’t protect you from bad or unhealthy mental states, or keep you safe from cults of any sort. Intelligence will just make it easier for you to rationalize and attempt to justify the malformed tools you’ve taken/been given to yourself and others. You need to be wise enough to challenge yourself.
Remembering that time I couldn’t focus on my gcse exam bc there was a butterfly in the exam hall. I had to get a teacher to catch it & release bc I was fighting every urge to do it myself but if I got up I’d be disqualified.
Honestly how do people get diagnosed without memes like this? The diagnostic questions are useless.
“How often do you find yourself unable to focus?”
“Well I drew pictures for 13 hours without stopping to eat or use the bathroom yesterday, so obviously I should answer ‘rarely’.”
At first I thought all the stimming and focus issue memes were supposed to be relatable, like “Aren’t us humans so funny with how EVERYONE does these things?”
Apparently no, not everyone focuses on a task so hard they forget to eat or use the bathroom for 9 hours. haha oops :V
I learned all this incredibly late in life, but thanks to people discussing these things openly and sharing memes I at least got to learn about it at all.
40,000 years ago, early humans painted hands on the wall of a cave. This morning, my baby cousin began finger painting. All of recorded history happened between these two paintings of human hands. The Nazca Lines and the Mona Lisa. The first TransAtlantic flight and the first voyage to the Moon. Humanity invented the wheel, the telescope, and the nuclear bomb. We eradicated wild poliovirus types 2 and 3. We discovered radio waves, dinosaurs, and the laws of thermodynamics. Freedom Riders crossed the South. Hippies burned their draft cards. Countless genocides, scientific advancements, migrations, and rebellions. More than a hundred billion humans lived and died between these two paintings—one on a sheet of paper, and one on the inside of a cave. At the dawn of time, ancient humans stretched out their hands. And this morning, a child reached back.
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