Blow, ye winds, and crack your cheeks!

This sick bleach shirt I made. Something to showcase my undying love for prehistoric cave art.

This Tumblr post is the first time someone has explained to me *why* I couldn’t feed them before those instances.

every single time i have had to say, "i understand that if he had food or water, he could aspirate it into his lungs under anesthesia. i am not lying to you." THEN someone would make a little note and i would stop being repeatedly asked.

not a single time was that risk explained to me. the only reason it came up was because i already knew. i still don't understand why it isn't standard pre-op counseling or pre-op check information, when me as a parent acknowledging the actual risk also put THE MEDICAL STAFF at ease because i conveyed that i had informed understanding as reason to not lie about giving my kid food.

Pretend I am training you for your first day at my taproom, and consider the following examples:

1. "Please make sure to wash the glassware before you put it in the sanitizer machine."

2. "Please make sure to wash the glassware before you put it in the sanitizer machine. I know it looks and acts like a dishwasher, but it isn't, so don't. "

Or

3. "Please make sure to wash the glassware before you put it in the sanitizer machine. I know the sanitizer machine looks and acts like a dishwasher, but it isn't because a dishwasher will empty and refill between cycles. This machine doesn't do that, it recycles the same sanitizer solution over and over. So if you put a dirty glass in, not only will the glass still be dirty but all the other glasses will get dirty too and we'll have to empty and refill the machine. Which you really do not want to do because thing takes almost an hour to come back up to temperature, and thats a gigantic pain in the ass when you get in the weeds. So just remember to wash the glasses first, okay?"

Now tell me: which one of those are you gonna remember?

Everyone knows it's the CEO's fault. Everyone knows how to fix it. But the CEO does nothing, digs his head in the sand, and pretends like shit is normal. And people are dying.

So you, young hotshot that you are, call an all hands meeting and get a specialist to explain what the problem is. It's easily solved, but it will cost money, and that money is going to have to come from the CEO.

The CEO throws a shitfit. He doesn't want to solve the problem. He doesn't want to admit under overwhelming evidence that it's his fault. But he agrees to do so under one condition--he's not paying to fix it--you are. He's taking your bonus and you can get fucked. As it turns out, the CEO thinks you fucking suck.

Not a single one of your colleagues protests on your behalf, probably because they know that if they speak up, he'll just take their bonuses, too.

So what do you do? Do you continue working for Mr. "idc if my employees die as long as I get mine?" Do you quit? Do you take the wealth you've accumulated working for this guy and go home? Do you stab the worst boss you've ever had in front of every other employee at the company?

Haruka Kawakami

A cat trying its best despite its limitations ↔ A tired cat

かわかみはるか

Needed a clean graphic for a project, and figured while I was vectoring I would put sex and magic back in.

“Grace says he would like half of dome to be water.”

“Oh, is necessary for humans to have large amounts of water question?”

Small Eridian equivalent of a sigh. “No. Not needed for life. In fact Grace will die if he falls in water and does not get out.”

“Tell him we give him water in containers that won't kill him. Lots lots lots of water on Erid for Grace to drink.”

“No. Grace say he want water on ground. Also want it with excess sodium chloride compound so it will be unhealthy for drink.”

“Grace want this liquid for celebration.”

“Of course.” They scan it. “You have wrong liquid. This contain compounds which are poisonous for humans.”

“Yes yes yes. Grace say humans like feeling of being slightly poisoned.”