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GILLIAN ANDERSON photographed by Matthew Rolston for Rolling Stone (1997)

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Chinese structures: Aä¸B Part 5.
Part 5 of the commonly used structure with some examples:
éžä¸ĺ - nĂĄn bu dÇo - can't be defeated by, not difficult for čżçšĺ°éžéžä¸ĺć䝏-These difficulties won't stop us. ć°ĺŚé˘éžä¸ĺ弚-Math problems can't stump/aren't difficult for her.
塎ä¸çŚť - chĂ bu lĂ - roughly, nearly; similar; not different from ć䝏两个ç躍éŤĺˇŽä¸çŚť-We're about the same height. čżä¸¤äťśčĄŁćçäťˇć źĺˇŽä¸çŚť-These two pieces of clothing cost about the same. äťäťŹçćłćłé˝ĺˇŽä¸çŚť-Their ideas are pretty much the same.
ĺźä¸ć - nòng bu dÇng - can't figure out, unable to make sense of something ćĺźä¸ćčżä¸ŞéŽé˘-I can't figure out this question. ćĺźä¸ćäťčŻ´çčŻ-I can't make sense of his words.
ĺżä¸čż - mĂĄng bu diĂŠ - in a rush, hurriedly 弚ĺżä¸čżĺ°čˇčżĺťĺ¸Žĺż-She hurried over to help.
ćä¸ĺŽ - zhÇ bu dĂŹng - maybe, who knows ćä¸ĺŽć夊äźä¸é¨-Maybe it'll rain tomorrow. ćä¸ĺŽäťĺˇ˛çťĺ°äş-Maybe he's already arrived.
ćä¸ĺĽ˝ - gÇo bu hÇo - maybe, possibly; something being not done properly/unable to manage ćä¸ĺĽ˝čżĺ°ąćŻć弽çĺćł-Maybe this is the best solution. ä¸ä¸Şäşşćä¸ĺĽ˝čżäšĺ¤§ç饚çŽ-One person can't handle such a big project.
ĺ°ä¸čĄ - dĂ o bu xĂng - to a large degree/incredibly/very äťĺżĺ°ä¸čĄ-He's unbelievably busy. ćäťĺ¤Šç´Żĺ°ä¸čĄ-I'm exhausted.
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itâs never a normal temperature anymore itâs always some fucking bullshit
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This tweet read me to filth
thank u for being a cooler blog than me and not unfollowing me yet
imagine this heat and you roll over in bed an thereâs some cunt there next to you. bruv id be inconsolable

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I laminated a paper towel
why does this have 31 thousand notes
You made it useless but also prevented it from the end it was predestined for.
But wait this is actually freaking me out though, it raises so many questions about the otherwise incomprehensible meaning of life as a collective whole versus personal sustenance and longevity
Imagine if one day you were given a choice: Become immortal and indestructible for eternity, unable to be harmed by anything ever again, and get to live forever.
However, in order to achieve that you must give up whatever your purpose in life is. Whatever it is that you were always meant to do, what you were supposed to contribute to the overall scheme and future of the life of the universe, your purpose⌠the whole reason you were even created, even born in the first place. You must give that up. You donât know what that is. Youâll never know; But, regardless, you say yes.
Perhaps you assume you wouldnât have made any sort of significant difference anyway. That butterfly effect theory or whatever they call it? Nah, you call bullshit. It doesnât matter - you donât matter, at least not to anything outside of your immediate connections - and itâll all be fine, and youâll just live forever with minimal (or maybe even no) consequences.
So, yay! Youâre now immortal. Youâll never die or get hurt ever again. Wee!
But then, centuries and centuries later (not to mention that by this point youâve gone through horrible heartbreak and misery and despair because every loved one you ever had, every friend you ever made, ever person you barely got to know, has passed away, died as you lived on long without them, helpless to do anything for them as you watched them perish, unable to ever go with them or ever see them again. But I digress), now, you learn you actually were important in the grand scheme of things. You were supposed to be a key factor in the worldâs survival, long ago; but, because of the choice you made (immortality over individual purpose), you were never given the knowledge or awareness or resources or ability to save the world that you were always supposed to obtain, before you unknowingly made the wrongest choice to ever wrong.
Needless to say, youâve fucked up big time.
The entire universe as we know it is destroyed soon after this horrifying revelation. It implodes, collapses in on itself, essentially forming a massive black hole or something. Stars, nebulae, galaxies, solar systems and planets, worlds and worlds of living people and things, and light-years of time and space and life, all sucked up into absolute, indefinite nothingness.
But you remain.
Just you. Floating amongst, spiraling around, rocketing through, suspended in⌠nothing. With a feeling of such unbelievable loneliness that your feeble brain can hardly perceive, canât possibly hope to comprehend. Not only are you the only living thing left, you donât even have one inanimate object to keep you company. You have literally. Nothing. And you are literally nowhere. I mean, technically, you are now the universe - if it would bring you petty comfort to think about it that way. You. Only you. With nothing, no one, nowhere. Forever. And ever. And ever.
All because you thought you didnât matter. That you had no real, meaningful purpose. That you could never possibly make a difference.
But you did. And now look what youâve gotten yourself into, you silly nugget. Youâre gonna be pretty bored and lonely for that eternity, huh?
Or maybe it was out of selfishness. Maybe this wasnât because you felt useless, but because you simply only cared about prolonging your own life and nothing else. Hm.
The moral here? Be selfless, and always know and remember that you matter.
Or else, one day, you might destroy the universe. And be left to suffer, and be tortured horribly and endlessly by the void of nothingness that has consumed you. With no way to escape. Ever.
Other moral because I got sidetracked from my initial point - all things considered, would you choose longevity over purpose? Immortality over meaning?Â
OR, IDK, MAYBE SOME IDIOT JUST LAMINATED A STUPID PIECE OF PAPER TOWEL FOR NO GOOD REASON
AND MAYBE I SHOULDNT BE LOOKING FOR THE ANSWERS TO THE MEANING OF OUR SHORT, FRAGILE LIVES IN
A LAMINATED
PAPER
T OW E L
IDK MAN,
I D K
Write. A. Book.
What if I did write a book
and the pages of that book
were made out of
laminated
paper towels
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"Whimsy" is truly a wretched term. What maketh thee so carefree?
thy mother
Art thou for fucking real
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For the first time I am kind of annoyed by the firm existence of ship couples because I am seeing the EXTREME POTENTIAL of Pakin and Sky in Payback, but I know I'm not gonna get it because of BossNoeul!!
If I'm wrong I will be VERY happy but yeah I image it would cause havoc among the shippers... đ

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i'm getting the sense some of you are not actually forklift certified.
well damn . egg on my face
THE PLOT THICKENS @averagejoey2000 explain yourself
I can't believe this is how I'm finding out that I got a scam forklift cert.
I took the cargo ops class at school but my teacher explained that it doesn't give a certification and I'd only be okay for ship's crane and the school forklifts. she said I could take an online exam and get my cert. I paid 60 bucks.
I'm googling and I'm seeing a lot of resources saying that the online programs cover the classroom part of the exam but not the in person practical aspect.
29 CFR 1910.178 (l)(2)(ii)
but I did the in person practical shit at school.
the back of the card even had fancy numbers on it. I couldn't have known that this isn't the one. this website sounded more official than certifyme.net, and there wasn't one with a .gov address.
so, I emailed OSHA, and they said that so long as I live and work in California, there's no such thing as forklift certification. I have to be told how to do it every time I get the job.
Update: I took a certification class in shipboard Material Handling Equipment at my federal job. *now* I'm forklift certified, but only on ships and piers and only for this company, but also rated to forklift explosives and hazardous materials. Also I'm a woman now.
Once when I was in undergrad, someone described something as âproblematicâ in class and our professor was like, âThatâs cool, but âproblematicâ doesnât really mean anything. It means that the thing youâre describing has a problem, and in and of itself thatâs not bad. Art, especially, should always have problems, or else itâs not interesting and not art, either. It sounds like youâre trying to say that this is bad, but you donât want to say âbad.â Is that right?â
So from then on whenever one of us called something problematic, he would make us talk it out until we could name the âbadâ thing we were hinting at. In this particular class, 7/10 it was some type of oppression, and the remainder was like, âIâm uncomfortable because this is very new/confusing/pushing boundaries that made me feel safe.â
Once we stopped calling things âproblematicâ and stopping at that, class got way more interesting and... we all had to say, like, âthatâs racistâ or âthatâs misogynisticâ or âew capitalism grossâ out loud, which a lot of us had never done in a classroom before. Or we had to be like, âUhhh... Iâm not sure whatâs so bad?â and confront our own beliefs and that was maybe even more useful.
Anyway. Whenever I see the word problematic, I canât help but think of this professor being like, âGood starting point, now letâs get specific.â I think when we have to commit to saying âthatâs ___â it requires a lot more careful thought about the truth and impact and complexities of whatever weâre claiming. Sometimes there really is some bullshit afoot, and also sometimes itâs art, and it should be full of problems, because thatâs what art is.