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tabbran:

seriously, comic con sounds like literal hell to be at

the only pro of this con is the shit you can’t buy elsewhere

otherwise i’m happy to sit here and wait for photos of [dude i want to bang]. even the panels and stuff don’t really interest me bc they’re either to do with films…

All the exclusive stuff to buy either comes out as regular production, or comes down to regular price after a couple months.

With the internet, all the exclusive news lands as its said, and basically the last reason to go is because you can see celebrities, which means nothing to me.

Some girls were in line since 7am on TUESDAY to see a panel with Benedict Cumberbatch. That’s just fucking dumb..

thoughts on waking up at 4am

kinglnthenorth:

tabbran:

I don’t know if you heard, but creepytwin and I have been waking up every day this week at 4am to hit the gym so she can get a job there. Which was completely my strategy for her, and it totally worked, she starts tomorrow.

Other people I’ve told about waking up at 4am think I’m insane, but…

that’s why i get up at around 4-4.30am and go running at that time! the hours immediately before the sun comes up, when it’s all so still and silent, are incredible. magical even, corny as that is- especially since i run through a hilled and forested reserve where there are no other people or sounds of humanity.

just the dawn chorus and my baskerville hound thudding along with me

No, it’s not corny, it’s definitely a magical time — especially in Los Angeles where it seems like everything is happening all the time, except that time.  

Usually I’m at the other end of 4am, staying up until that time, and it still feels the same.  It’s like a secret hour that you have to earn, one way or the other, to experience.

thoughts on waking up at 4am

I don’t know if you heard, but creepytwin and I have been waking up every day this week at 4am to hit the gym so she can get a job there.  Which was completely my strategy for her, and it totally worked, she starts tomorrow.

Other people I’ve told about waking up at 4am think I’m insane, but it’s really not that bad.  I think 4am is a time that lines up with my circadian rhythms or something and I wake up feeling alright, even if I went to sleep “late” around 11.

But there’s something about being awake at 4am that feels kind of cool.  The sun hasn’t come up yet, and everything is dark and there’s a very secret feeling about it,  An hour where all manner of things are possible and there’s just so much time in the day to do everything.  All it costs me is an hour to work out.

It really isn’t bad, I actually expected to hate it more, but I don’t.  Going to bed so early feels kind of weaksauce, but we get to work out and then we make breakfast together, or go out to breakfast, and i don’t feel rushed to get ready for work or anything.  It’s nice.

It’s just nice.

cordjefferson:

One of the most vivid arithmetic failings displayed by Americans occurred in the early 1980s, when the A&W restaurant chain released a new hamburger to rival the McDonald’s Quarter Pounder. With a third-pound of beef, the A&W burger had more meat than the Quarter Pounder; in taste tests, customers preferred A&W’s burger. And it was less expensive. A lavish A&W television and radio marketing campaign cited these benefits. Yet instead of leaping at the great value, customers snubbed it.

Only when the company held customer focus groups did it become clear why. The Third Pounder presented the American public with a test in fractions. And we failed. Misunderstanding the value of one-third, customers believed they were being overcharged. Why, they asked the researchers, should they pay the same amount for a third of a pound of meat as they did for a quarter-pound of meat at McDonald’s. The “4” in “¼,” larger than the “3” in “⅓,” led them astray.

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vicemag:

The Sad Demise of Nancy Lee, One of Britain’s Young Ketamine Casualties

Ketamine is that crazy wobbly-leg drug. The wacky-student drug, the post-club chill-out aid, the new-gen LSD that gives users the power to become—according to 1970s K-hole explorer and dolphin whisperer John C. Lilly—“peeping toms at the keyhole of eternity.” But its reputation as a popular recreational drug, since filtering into the mainstream via the gay-clubbing and free-party scenes in the 2000s, does not tell the whole story of what’s going on in modern British K-land.

Apart from a brief paragraph in the Brighton Argus’s obituary column, Nancy Lee’s drug death went unreported. There was no shock factor: She hadn’t collapsed in public from a toxic reaction to a pill or a line of powder in a club. Instead, at the age of 23, Nancy had died slowly over seven years, her body trashed by a steady diet of ketamine.

Nancy started using ketamine at age 16 when she made new friends. Most teenagers getting high in the local Brighton park were necking cider and smoking skunk, but Nancy and her group of indie-kid outsiders used the open spaces to take ketamine. It was cheap, at 12 grams for about $150, and, important for Nancy, it transported her away from real life.

“She was sensitive and very caring, but Nancy was a misfit,” her father Jim, a college lecturer, told me. “She was bullied at school because of a bad squint and for being a tomboy. She had a victim mentality, a feeling that the world was against her.” It’s just that Nancy ended up finding solace in ketamine. “If someone were to design the perfect drug for a teenager who is depressed and doesn’t have much money, this would be it,” Jim said.

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