funkpunkandroll84:

It was Marsha P. Johnson and the P stood for, “(finger snapping) Pay it no mind”, which Marsha once told a judge. I went down to bail her out of court and Marsha was in the docket. And she came up and [Judge] Bruce Wright looked at it and said “Marsha P. Johnson”? And she used to have a flat voice, or what we call a “field voice”, and said “YES?” And he said “what does the ‘P’ stand for?” And she had the nerve to snap Judge Wright and said “(finger snapping) Pay it no mind!” And he said “that’s exactly what I’m gonna do”, he said “get out of here, go on”.Bob Kohler

stardustsherlock:

spacebumble:

lochnessie:

  1. Can we as millennials and gen-z’s collectively agree that NObody Cares about elbows on the table like Why was that Ever A Problem for Anyone?? We can chill right?

nobody asked for this but the origin of not putting one’s elbows on the table comes from the late 18th/early 19th century when wooden ships were still used in the navy- sailors would balance their plates between their elbows while eating to keep them from sliding around. because sailors developed a reputation on-land for being uncouth and aggressive, the placing of elbows on the table became associated with such behaviour.

some cultural historians believe it also goes back further, to the middle ages, when large banquet-style meals were served on trestle tables that had no side support. if someone put their elbows on the table, they risked bringing the whole table down with them.

so basically, there is no longer any need to NOT put elbows on the table, and there hasn’t been since the advent of steamships.

I love this because now i can smartass the next person who tries to give me shit for it

hannibal-and-dory:

feathersescapism:

That wonderful chronic depression thing where you have two good days and you’re like hey, maybe I’ve hit a remiss – 

Thing of some kind: *happens*

Brain: You know, it’s very possible that the entire world is in fact bleak endless pointlessness of human cruelty and faithlessness, selfish self-focused scrabblings across an indifferent void and that after thousands of years of scrambling we barely manage “decency” on a good day and by the time we get anything else we’ll all be knocked back to the start again at best by a major geological catastrophe we are unable to control. 

Me: Erm. 

Brain: Also people hate you, all your work is shallow pap, you’re a self-indulgent self-satisfied piece of garbage and here are all the ways you’ve probably screwed up, upset people and made people hate you today. Also you deserve all of them. The only way you could improve the universe is by dying, except by even thinking about that you are incredibly selfish because it would DESTROY your family. 

Me: So we’re totally not in remission then. 

Brain: Also your cat will die soon because she is old. 

Me: Duly noted. Also go fuck yourself. 

Brain: There’s probably a wasp in your room. 

Me: I would trade you for a small shell script in a heartbeat, I want you to know that. 

I love you