There are no pens in your toolbox—not because
you don’t need them, but because you don’t need to actively obtain them.
In a world where every commodity is carefully tracked and distributed,
pens are the exception, floating freely in unoccupied space. You may
have a pen with you right now, but if you don’t, you could certainly
find one in a couple of minutes, and no one would mind if you took it.
No other product is like this: You don’t drive your car, drop it off
somewhere, and grab the next one you see lying around. Pens are rarely
used start to finish by the same person. When was the last time you
bought a pen, used it for a long time, and saw
it through to the end of its ink supply? Or bought an actual replacement
ballpoint cartridge? Never.
Look at the pen nearest you right now. Do
you even know where it came from? Is it imprinted with the logo of a
company you’ve never heard of?
We spend our lives drifting through an
ephemeral sea of pens, using them and letting them go, like spent I
overs—finding, lending, misplacing, replacing, discovering, dismantling,
piling the components on our desks and playing with that little spring.
If there is any evidence for creationism, it can be found in pens: They
exist all around us, but no one knows from whence they came. We know
only that they are good, they are here to serve us, and some people can
spin them around their thumb.
-Surviving Your Stupid, Stupid Decision to Go To Grad School, Adam Ruben
The main thing I have learned from the notes on this post is that there are two kinds of people in this world:
1) people who have no idea where their pens came from
2) people who would like their pens back, fuck you, and would everybody please stop stealing pens already, what are we, *animals*????
seeing a picture of hunk is like getting a thousand hugs from someone i love ,,, so like imagine actually getting hugged by that boy i would probably just combust
Given the sudden interest for the color of dresses and vision, here some of the fascinating findings we did recently.
The color nuances we see depend on the number and distribution of cones (=color receptors) in our eye. You can check this rainbow: how many color nuances do you count?
You see less than 20 color nuances: you are a dichromats, like dogs, which means you have 2 types of cones only. You are likely to wear black, beige, and blue. 25% of the population is dichromat.
You see between 20 and 32 color nuances: you are a trichromat, you have 3 types of cones (in the purple/blue, green and red area). You enjoy
different colors as you can appreciate them. 50% of the population is
trichromat.
You see between 33 and 39 colors: you are a
tetrachromat, like bees, and have 4 types of cones (in the purple/blue,
green, red plus yellow area). You are irritated by yellow, so this color
will be nowhere to be found in your wardrobe. 25% of the population is
tetrachromat.
You see more than 39 color nuances: come on, you are
making up things! there are only 39 different colors in the test and
probably only 35 are properly translated by your computer screen anyway
🙂
It is highly probable that people who have an additional 4th
cone do not get tricked by blue/black or white/gold dresses, no matter
the background light 😉
I see 21 colors. I had no idea there are so many more.
I see 35-39 colours, and I hate the colour yellow. That was actually what made me curious enough to stop scrolling and count. Who knew there was a scientific reason behind my colour preferences?
So the idea here is that what I see as annoyingly, garishly bright, most people don’t see as clearly, and that’s why it’s “cheerful?” (I’ve never understood that description of yellow.)
consider: lance waking up to a really dark and quiet castle and feeling a familiar sense of dread as he walks around and calls for his missing team.
consider: he turns a corner and hears the faint sound of waves crashing by the shore, but he’s not sure.
consider: he follows the sound and realizes it’s the control room where they initially found coran and allura during their first landing in altea. he walks closer cautiously.
consider: the doors open and everyone in team voltron is there, excitedly greeting him happy birthday with makeshift party poppers and noisemakers. a simulation of varadero beach surrounds them, and lance almost tears up at just the sight of it.
consider: shiro holding a banner saying happy birthday to the best sharpshooter in the universe. pidge and hunk grinning happily despite looking tired from rewiring the simulator all night. allura and coran holding seashell necklaces they made from the shells they managed to barter with in the space mall.
consider: keith holding the cake they all helped hunk make, smiling as he says, “save the ‘i’m older than you’ jokes for later, okay?”
consider: lance not even holding back when he cries and rushes to give his team a group hug, his cheeks hurting from smiling so hard, his laughter a little choked from crying.
reckless & terribly gay 