one time in my last job a woman came up to the register explaining that when she bought stuff a day prior the clerk forgot to scan a pair of socks worth less than €2 and it was only right for her to bring it back to the store and pay for it proper. unfortunately my manager was directly next to me at the time and took over the register to handle this serious issue. the receipt she had brought with her said which register performed the previous transaction that forgot the socks and the manager could find out who was running that till on that day. poor dude had a manager yell at him for a half hour about how much of an incompetent fuck up he was, he left the job immediately after but i couldnt tell you if he quit or was fired
i think about this moment a lot. the customer seemed like a sweet woman with only good intentions and when she paid for the socks she had a look on her face that said “i feel good because i did the right thing”. and a guy lost his job because of a pair of socks. if shit like this ever happens to you and a clerk forgets to scan an item just think of it as a small blessing or that you had good luck or something. keep it.
What it means when an indie film gets a SAG-AFTRA waiver:
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[id: tweet from Alex O'Keefe @/AlexOKeefe1994 that says “People keep saying SAG-AFTRA is handing out "waivers” for indie productions to keep filming. These are NOT WAIVERS they are INTERIM AGREEMENTS. That means the employers have agreed to all the demands actors are making of AMPTP. If indies can afford it, why cant billionaires?“ end id.]
One of the best letters I’ve ever seen just popped up on my Facebook memories. Still makes me laugh.
As today is the 50th anniversary of the moon landing, it’s a great time to revisit Dinah from Devon’s memory of this historic event. And yes, still makes me laugh.
Today is the 54th anniversary of the moon landing, but Dinah’s diary entry is still absolutely magnificent.
concept: horror version of the Hallmark channel where they have a new Halloween themed movie every month but the movie is ALSO about people (monsters) falling in love
dating-type app but instead of matching for romance it connects writers/artists+ who don’t want to do research with autistic people with the appropriate special interest
the creators get the needed information without needing to filter out filler and translate technical jargon, and the autistic person gets someone who’s willing to listen to their infodumps. what is there to lose
80s Satanic Panic campaigner: Satan is LITERALLY lurking beneath every preschool, kidnapping thousands of children daily!
People in 2022: Haha, how silly. Who couldn’t see through that?
20s human trafficking campaigner: Gangs of Mexicans are just waiting to kidnap every well-off white lady in the suburbs. Thousands disappear every day, and the media doesn’t even mention it. You are in CONSTANT DANGER and the only way to stop it is banning all these things evangelicals hate
People in 2022: Whoa. This is so scary. I have to do something about this, the real threat of human trafficking. But first, let me threaten to get my undocumented maid deported if she reports anything we’ve done to her
Rebranding the Satanic Panic to be about “human trafficking” was the smartest move these people ever did, since no one wants to be against human trafficking victims, so they’ll be more credulous, even towards organizations that push paranoid conspiracy theories with very little relation to trafficking in practice, who stage dramatic but ultimately useless raids for the cameras (because when you’re helping traumatized children, it helps to be as loud and dramatic as possible) and show very little regard for any real victims they do rescue (for instance, releasing a bunch of rescued children after less than a week bc they had nothing at hand to help). You can be an outright QAnon guy and if you claim you’re helping “real” human trafficking victims instead of openly ranting about adrenochrome parties under pizza shops, people will treat you with kid gloves when you make a movie about how great you are, yes, this is about the organization the hit movie Sound of Freedom is about!
They’ve done all of these things, including releasing trafficked children in a matter of days bc they put all their thought into doing a big dramatic raid for the cameras and nothing into what to do with anyone they rescued. Oh, and they don’t actually verify that people are trafficked before launching a big, dramatic, violent raid to “rescue” them. And since they’re far-right, the list of things they consider “trafficking” is ever growing. All sex work, no matter how consensual, is trafficking in their eyes. No doubt soon enough they’ll be discussing “liberating” trans kids from their parents, if they haven’t already.
In the end, what these people have learned is that you can get away with McMartin-level nonsense if you just excise the Satanism from it and pretend it’s secular
Oh my God I’m not sure of the accuracy of this scale but I made one anyways.
1: Jane Austen. Theoretically Romantic, mostly a clever satirist more interested in the novel as the perfect vehicle for social commentary than in poetry for capturing emotion. Very little chance of swooning and/or dramatic death. A very safe spot on the Romanticism scale.
2: Dorothy Wordsworth: Actually a Romantic, though not excessively so! Enjoy your long walks in the country. Keep those diaries. Your brother can mine them for publishable material until people consider them finally worthy of academic interest a century or two later.
3: Wordsworth. May result in later becoming annoyingly conservative but mostly harmless. Go ahead and wander lonely as a cloud. Gaze upon that ruined abbey.
4: Charlotte Turner Smith. Recover that English sonnet and transform it into a medium that mostly expresses sorrow! Help establish Gothic conventions! Have what Wordsworth called a true feeling for rural England! Die in penury and be forgotten by the middle of the nineteenth century!
5: Blake. ?? Who even knows man. Talk to angels. Create your own goddamn religion. Confuse all of your contemporaries.
6: Mary Shelly. Go ahead and run off with that unhappily married poet who took you on dates to your mother’s grave, but this may result in carrying your husband’s calcified heart around in a fragment of his last manuscript the rest of your life. But also, arguably inventing sci-fi as a genre… so that’s some consolation.
7: John Keats: listen to that nightingale but be forewarned: you will die of TB in Rome and everyone will mock you for dying of bad criticism instead of, you know, infectious disease.
8: Coleridge. May result in never finishing a poem and a severe opium addiction.
9: Percy Shelly. May result in being expelled from Oxford and in premonitions of your own death by drowning.
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