A Comic About The Different Types Of Attraction One Might Feel. I Saw These Descriptions Floating Around

A comic about the different types of attraction one might feel. I saw these descriptions floating around on tumblr and felt compelled to add visuals. They are from a website about asexuality. Although, I think people who are not asexual feel these regularly too. There’s all kinds of attractions for all kinds of people. Enjoy.

Fat Fuck Unlimited™

It was always easy for me to recall the events and circumstances of my life. Not the everyday that's ground down into dust by the passing of time, but the oddities, the once-a-never formative experiences or the intense wish-it-happened-less-often struggles, that you don't really have a say in when you're a kid or a teen. The game of tag that we played during the school break, memorizing the timetable of my bully, that one time I thought I could sit on a bike and it fell over on my leg.

As time goes on, more and more things become known, familiar. I find myself asking "why engage with this new thing if it's entirely too similar to this other thing I already experienced, if I can just get back to that other thing?" Boring, boring, boring, everything around me is, and so am I. I hate the way it makes sense - there is internal logic to it and it makes sense. It is, in fact, very energy efficient to keep lying on a warm rock and do nothing.

It cannot continue like this. Spontaneity appears from wonder and intrigue, and new memories come only from the new experiences. I now have to deliberately deny myself the know-it-all attitude, trying to learn and experience things as they come. I need to, because looking back - there are years that I aged, but didn't live.

It's a scary feeling, like I hit a skip button. It pulls on the edges of memories around it too, and now I manically remind myself of the names, the events, thoughts, ideas, characters - everything and everyone that moved me and made me feel, reminding myself what even makes me feel, and I can't be just stuck in the past - the names must pile on, the faces take on new, unknowable shapes, as I try to mold my life into at least something that isn't the amalgamation of the everyday.

I am lonely and I'm bored, and the worst sin I can commit to myself is to be boring. I scour my memory for threads, bits and pieces just to always have something to pull on, to keep talking, to not descend into yet another loop of echoes repeating echoes repeating echoes. I am here, I am listening to you, I love you, please talk to me, or kiss me if you want me to shut up.

It is a fear in retrospect. It's about looking back and seeing nothing and understanding that this time nothing will not look back. It is a weird motivation to live, but apparently it's enough for me. Is it selfish? No - I want to live and have the right to both live and desire it. I only worry how far it can carry me.

Discord really went from 32 unicode characters + 9999 discriminators (32,000 printable unicode so 32^32,000x9999 = actually incalcuable on most calculators, essentially infinite) to presumeably 32 latin characters, periods and underscores

And at the same time alienated anyone and everyone who doesn't speak a language using a latin alphabet (most languages) and made stalking easier, removed individuality, and destroyed their actually revolutionary username behavior

...to look like twitter.

Reviewing This Strange Candy My Aunt Brought From Turkey

Packaging reads "Sade Pişmaniye", under brand of "ipek". Is lowercase important? I don't know, but I shall respect the artistic choice. The packaging itself is pretty neat, doesn't poke you in the eyes with whatever americans have going on with their advertising, and successfully conveys what the product is. Except, I wouldn't lie if I told that this thing looks like rolls of wool. Oh well!

On to the candy!

I approached it with an assumption that this is going to be a kind of Turkish Delight, covered with tasty something. My expectations were subverted...

…because the tasty something that I though was a cover is the candy! After checking in with the back of the packaging, I can in fact confirm that this is an interpretation of classic Cotton Candy! Neat!

After my initial surprise has come by, I approached the candy with different expectations. Cotton Candy can cause some polarizing opinions inside the circlejerk that's my headspace - it's sticky, inconvenient, leaves you thirsty, but it's also sometimes very tasty and fun to eat and share when you walk in a zoo or sit to watch a circus show. How is the new format of being actual candy going to affect this classic?

This is where the second subversion comes in. Turk chefs really know how to combine sweets to make something good, so in their eternal wisdom, they produced a Cotton Candy, that's also a Turkish Delight! The sugar, that was used used to weave the candy, is very soft and inoffensive. It respects your taste buds and doesn't immediately bombard you with sweetness, leaving a soft vanilla aftertaste when it's fully dissolved on your tongue. The aftertaste doesn't last long, leaving you wanting more. I'd recommend eating this candy slowly, to properly savor it and give it its time.

Unfortunately, this candy still repeats the errors of its inspirations, which is inconvenience. Since there's no will or force to bind it together, it just kind of falls apart whenever you take it in hands, so I wouldn't recommend in a setting where you don't have a plate. Keep it for tea or a sit in party.

Final rating: two cups of tea with juice from freshly picked sweet apples, for you and your dear one, but only one.

So this was a mistake

I completely forgot that this thing will settle on literally any even slightly angled surface, so putting the solution in an old dish was truly... genius...

For record, this was a solution of 35 grams of pentahydrate copper (II) sulfate in ~120 ml of non-sterile water. The tools at my disposal are kitchen scales and measuring cup, so I'll have to live with the inaccuracies. The residue was easy to scrape with a bit of warm water. The remainders were estimated to weight 20 grams and were added to the next, better planned solution. Behold.

The jar of blue goodness, 110 grams in 380 ml of water. Previously, I'd put a string over the bowl and just leave it be, but it turns out my room is extra dusty and a bunch of that dust ended up in the bowl, so this one will be sealed. I'm not sure how this will work out, since no moisture will leave the jar and there will be no reason for the vitriol to settle, but I guess we'll find out if that holds up in a day or two. If it does - I'll have to replace the lid with some kind of fabric and tape the string elsewhere.

Growing simple simple vitriol crystals - thread

Blue vitriol is pretty, and that’s not an opinion. Here’re some stock photos if you don’t know what blue vitriol is.

Shiny.

It’s a pretty simple and commonplace mineral, chemical formula CuSO4 * 5H20. It was used for disinfection, but that practice was stopped after its toxic qualities were discovered. Now it’s mainly used for mold and weeds removal, and, apparently, some madman named Roger Hiorns filled an abandoned apartment with its solution, which resulted in a… well…

Honestly, goals. But I digress.

I recently bought a little chemical experiment set for my sibling and got hit with a wave of nostalgia. I need to grow my own crystals. I know a fair share of chemistry, hello nerd little me from middle school. I’m not a professional in any way but I can boast about my copious amounts of common sense when it comes to safety measures. I believe in myself. Also, it’s an extremely comical concept to me that I can just go and spend my grown-up money to buy potentially hazardous stuff with the sole intent of growing myself a shiny. The same money that I pay taxes with. Yeah.

So here we are. I’ve found a place that sells chemicals, got a bit distracted and supplemented my purchase with half a kilo of green vitriol (FeSO4 * 7H20), which has just the perfect type of green. 

And so they lie and wait. I’ll update the thread as more stuff comes up.