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Field notes from the time I scouted a decommissioned nuclear power plant...
This is the control room, and if you look closely, you'll see a dark stripe in the carpet running the perimeter of the room. This was referred to as the "velvet rope," and absolutely NO ONE was allowed to cross it without authorization. It was under constant observation from an adjacent office, and I was told that if someone did set foot inside without permission, things got VERY serious VERY quickly.
This is one of the computer stations, and to me, it's such a gorgeous encapsulation of its period of technology, the sort of aesthetic that shows like Lost will bend over backwards to recreate.
As I was scouting, I noticed the day calendar had last been torn off about when the plant closed for good...
Then we went into the nuclear reactor, and the whole damn thing was just so spooky.
Looking back, I think it came from an overwhelming feeling of utter insignificance in the face of the sheer power this colossus was designed to produce.
The scale was just so out of proportion to every day reality, the sort of place where a weight of "46000 LBS" is just casually noted on the side of a part.
Peering into where the core would've been, all I could think is that I'd never want the job where you have to climb down that ladder on the left while this thing was in operation.
If you're interested in seeing more, you can find my full tour here!
https://nickcarr.com/scouting-a-decommissioned-nuclear-power-plant/
And as always, follow for more location scouting fun...
@redrumrose
Tumblr truly is the social media platform of all time. Got me baffled, googling the name of what I'm fairly sure must be a new piece of media because it's all over my dash with a spectacular number of fanworks, only to find out that it's a movie from 1969.
a friend with a boyfriend is a type of dead wife

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>wine enjoyers be like 'this one is so very dry'
>taste it
>it's wet
severely deficient in whatever vitamin makes u a person
lemon is so so so fucking good in sweet food and savory food and spicy food and salty food and drinks. she has it all
Yep, I made a frutiger aero soft soap alien… 💧🐠🤍🫧🧼
The cleanomorph
#I'd imagine this is how elfs feel about humans

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I cant go to my local libary anymore because last year when I stopped by a librarian was reading a book I wrote under a pen name years ago. This book sold under 10k copies and I've literally only heard people talk about this book online *if* I went looking for it so I went up to them and tried to start a conversation like "oh hey I've heard of that book is it good?" Like hoping for some real feedback and she goes "yeah I love reading things by queer writers" and in a moment of terror I was like "oh but- hold on, I thought the author was some old hetero white guy?!" A thing I thought because I used my own dead grandpa's picture for the author pic because grandpa never had internet. I fake looked it up and was like "yeah if he was queer its not public?" And without looking up this absolute unit goes "oh the author bio is obviously fake. I'd bet my left leg the author is a west coast millennial non-binary queer who has never lived on the east coast." And then proceeded to rattle off a dozen linguistic flourishes that are specfic to the pacific northwest that are in the book and several that are nearly ubiquitous in the state where I said my pen name lives that are somehow completely absent from the book.
So you know. Got read for fifth and didn't even find out if she liked it.
Felt this to my core
I had a dream I invented a little toy or two…
washington post fact checkers have given this post three out of five pinocchios
girl what the fuck
its crazy how pretty much every single thing you can possibly do eithetr feels bad at first and then good or good at first but then bad
people are always saying “they have should be at the club” about characters who would immediately have a panic attack if even put in the general vicinity of one

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If buying isn't owning,
then piracy isn't stealing.
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Gustave Caillebotte - The Floor Scrapers (1875-6)
Original on top, later version below
“Despite the effort Caillebotte put into the painting, it was rejected by France’s most prestigious art exhibition, The Salon, in 1875. The depiction of working-class people in their trade, not fully clothed, shocked the jurors and was deemed a ‘vulgar subject matter.’
The images of the floor scrapers came to be associated with Degas’s paintings of washerwomen, also presented at the same exhibition and similarly scorned as ‘vulgar’”.