*snoozes alarm*
...just five more extinction level events...
*zzzzz*
*snoozes alarm*
...just five more extinction level events...
*zzzzz*
Not going to kill off a pawn from the audience and wear a magical band-aid that can heal every trace of a gunshot wound in two days this time? But it made the last one feel so real!
Fortunately voting isn't mutually exclusive to any other flavor of activism. So, unironically: yes, please do vote, as often and informed as you're able to.
Light up some billionaire's warehouse on the way home if you want, but voting is easier and safer than pretty much any offer method of driving some rapid reform, so start with voting, and take whatever other action you feel still needs to take place.
Los of hate on voting lately... Why? Use every tool we've got.
If a dude named Mario offs another oligarch I'm gonna lose my fucking mind.
Fucking excellent use of the format!
...and strangely comforting how many people aren't getting it without an explanation -- you beautiful innocent bastards!
Doesn't say great things about their marketing that the first time I (a chronically online gaming nerd) am hearing about this company is their notice of shutting down.
Any handle or surface in public areas, assume the person that handled it before you had just finished taking a monster shit and skipped the handwashing before rubbing their pathogen-factories all over it. Photo in OP, there's not really a good option, so you're in damage control mode... check for toilet seat liners that some public restrooms stock and grab one of them? At least that's something the other people handle before getting shit all over their hands.
One of the nastiest assignments I've had working in a hospital was 'Handwashing Monitor'. And let me tell you, I've debrided infected wounds; wiped maggots out of some fucker's pannus; cleaned up every bodily fluid our bodies are capable of cranking out from the floor, walls, and sometimes ceiling; helped amputate limbs that were literally rotten to the bone, and wiped a cumulative mile or two of ass crack...
...apply to nursing school today!!...
...but anyway, Handwashing Monitor. It is beyond appalling the number of patients, visitors, techs, nurses, doctors, housekeepers, you name it... who'd go in and out of patient rooms without performing hand hygiene; or they'd wash their hands, but for like half a second; or not use soap; or turn the faucet on with their grimy-ass hands, do a thorough handwash, then immediately contaminate themselves by grabbing that same dirty-ass faucet with their bare hands to turn it off. The thing that made that position take the crown above all the other examples I gave in the previous paragraph was the realization that the community who is THE single most painfully aware of pathogens and their origins / mechanism of spreading... can't even wash their fucking hands!
...which brings us back to my opening sentence: it's not advice on sheer ick factor, but a reasonable assumption based on directly observed evidence.
And no, this wasn't just a particularly icky hospital: I've worked in multiple states for multiple organizations/facilities, and to this day get eye-rolls for asking people to re-wash or even first-wash their hands.
We nasty. Be a germaphobe. End rant.
Fun fact: when two people kiss, they create a long tube that starts and ends with an anus.
Can't find it for the life of me... Describing a web comic vs actually posting it always feels like a flop, but...
Aliens abduct a physicist, who doesn't seem to give much of a damn about the abduction but is instead enthused to learn about the alien tech on board, so they give him a tour of the ship. They get to the power reactor and start dropping a bunch of sci-fi jumbo about "We harness dark matter to... (sci-fi Ruth Goldberg machine) ...and finally, we use the heat it generates to boil water and crank a turbine!!"
*Physicist drops to his knees in despair and let's out a dramatic 'noooooo!'
Paraphrasing heavily due to having shit memory. I thought it was a SMBC comic, but... /shrug.
I don't think I've ever stopped using a pen because of a fault or end-of-life condition of the pen itself. I stop using them because "Where the actual fuck did I put my pen...?"
Okay but what kind of doctor?
ENT clinic? Probably what the message is shooting for.
Surgeon? You'll have a front facing gown, but your ass will most likely be on display.
ER? Why does that patient still have clothes on?? Grab some bandage scissors and chop that shit off!
We should send him an 11-foot pole.