My archeology class has really given me a renewed and visceral hatred of ancient aliens shitheads literally the laziest and most incurious and thoroughly racist pseudoscience in existence
Archeologists: the sarcophagus lid of Pakal the Great depicts the moment of his transformation from a living lord to a sacred ancestor, literally poised between life and death along the axis of the World Tree as he descends into the underworld. It’s a beautiful and stunning piece of art providing an unparalleled glimpse of Maya cosmology.
Literally the stupidest person alive: it spaceship
baby girl I don’t know what that acronym means. it would be so sexy of you to write out that piece of media’s name in its entirety. Just the one time for momma please.
ok note to self i gotta leave the house regularly so that i dont feel like im slowly transforming into an evil fucking shadow clone of myself
So as it turns out your sense of self doesnt exist in a vacuum. You gotta actually use it and bounce it off of other people like echolocation to see where you are as a person and shit. So if you dont regularly interact with other people the echoes just get weaker and weaker and before you know it your personality is a blurry fucked up fog clone of its former self. which it sucks because this makes it really hard to interact with people again but yknow
i’ve been crying laughing over this for the past 5 minutes
This honestly reminds me of a show on the history channel where they spent like 25 minutes wondering how the sides of all the pyramids seemed to be perfectly divisible by pi or something, and people where theorizing about aliens and some lost form of mathematics, but then at the end they interviewed a tiered looking paleontologist and he was just like “maybe they just used a wheel to do all their measurements.” and the whole show just immediately collapsed.
can you imagine being so far up your own ass with conspiracy theories that you forget about circles
in all seriousness it’s very alienating knowing theres Something Wrong With You. like seeing your mental illness come through in your behaviour and thought processes and knowing it’s irrational and unhealthy, knowing other people are reading you as weird or stupid, and not being able to do anything about it is such a lonely experience
if i had a time machine, first thing id do is obviously kill hitler. even if germanys fascism was caused by complex socioeconomic factors itd still be worth doing for the bit. then id go even further back to the early 20th century and become one of those old timey bank robbers, when they had names like ‘pretty boy floyd’ and 'baby face nelson’ and id make sure people knew me as 'sweet baby ray’ just to see how it fucks with barbeque sauce history
anyone else think its dope how applying to jobs is intentionally designed as like a humilation ritual where you degrade yourself like a slimy worm both physically and mentally for crumbs
