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I see posts all of the time about gender and gaming. Ya’ll who say that “girls don’t game” need to hush and listen for a moment.

This is my Mimal. She’s my BFF. These pictures were taken last summer, they’re of her playing the Nintendo Entertainment System that she bought when it came out and was being popularized in America. She was a stay at home mom and she thought that this gaming system would be awesome for her family (my Pipaw, my Uncle Joey, and my Mom) at night when they had game time. She used to play during the day when her kids were at school. She used to play Tetris (which, as a result of, my Mom is wicked at) and other games for this system. I

This is her, at 62, kicking MY ass at Super Mario Bros. When I was growing up I’d go to her house, eat SpaghettiOs and play this same game. I couldn’t beat the castle worlds. She did it for me.  She taught me the places where I could find hidden 1UPs, world jumps, and stars. When I was young she patiently waited as I learned the mechanics of the game. When I got older she gave me guidance on the finer skills, like not jumping off a ledge. Mimal can find the turtle on the stairs and get like a bazillion extra lives. It’s crazy.

So, I’ve ranted that she’s good at the game but I would like to make one thing clear. She has fun when she’s playing this game. To her, it meant family time, alone/decompression time, and a challenge for her to explore and conquer. She’s a gamer because she likes to game.

This woman is a gamer. This woman is my Mimal. So if you think that women can’t be gamers you just think on the fact that she’s been beating Bowser’s ass for two generations. And she’s been loving every minute of it.

My parents bought an NES “for the kids” when they first came out in the ’80s. We had three games—the Duck Hunt thing, Super Mario 1 and Super Mario 3. Of all three of us girls, I was the only one who played. But my mother played more than any of us.

See (and here I’m about to get very squicky), my mom suffered from fibroid tumors. She suffered so much pain from those things that I can’t even imagine it. She would be kept awake night after night every month as they swelled and did their disgusting biological damage, then receded, only to reappear in a few weeks. She put up with it because it was the ’80s and there weren’t a lot of medical options for those fuckers, and maybe there still isn’t—I have no idea because I’m more ignorant than I should be.  More importantly, though, my mom was a working woman with three teen daughters (ugh) and a husband who, like most men of the Silent Generation, was pretty disengaged with the household. Frankly, he didn’t do anything. So she put up with the pain for longer than she should have because she didn’t have the time to deal with it; she just needed to keep going.

And what kept her going on those nights of pain? What kept her happy? What obsessed her, in fact? Super Mario 3. She was great at it. It was her escape from a world of misery and stress and way too much to deal with. Like so many women and men and girls and boys who sink into a virtual reality to escape, my 40-something mother found refuge in an 8-bit world during the dawn of gaming. We used to play together for hours, and she showed me where all the cool stuff was that she found in the middle of the night when agony kept her awake. There was no Internet. There was no easy cheat guide. She found it all by herself.

So when I hear people talk about “women don’t game,” I want to scream at them. I want to tell them to fuck right off and go to hell and stay there wallowing in a pool of their own fucking ignorance. Because not only do I game myself, but my mother is a gamer from the wayback, and she put up with more real pain than ANY wannabe, weekend-warfaring, chest-thumping, desk-jockeying, mouse-clicking hero-boy could take and lived to tell the tale.

But it was her middle daughter that beat Bowser in the end, because that’s how my gamer mother raised her daughters—to kick ass. And I will never forget the day it happened and we jumped and screamed and acted like idiots in our joy. Thanks, Mom.

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OBVIOUS CHILD - official trailer HD

yep. will see.

Wow, a trailer that didn’t immediately make me stabby. And with a spectacularly good song. Adding to list—thanks!

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Correcting Internet DisInformation: The American Space Pen / The Russian Pencil

thank you for this.

And then from his initial investment of >$1,000,000, the Fisher Pen Co. was able to make a lot of money and grow the overall size of the U.S. economy and create lots of jobs.

So essentially a story that is supposed to be about government inefficiency turns out to be a story about how the U.S. government worked with a private company to make space travel safer while also stimulating economic growth.

The moral of the story is not that the Soviet Union was more efficient. The moral of the story is that by failing to allow private investment in innovation, the Soviet Union was doomed.

Incidentally, Paul Fisher, who invented the Fisher space pen, was a fascinating guy. He had this plan to eliminate income and property taxes with a progressive asset tax and even ran for President. And the Fisher Space Pen Co. is still a going concern, still employing people, and still generating a return on Fisher’s million-dollar investment.

Thank you for standing up for the value of science, including space science. I am so over the snarky attitude that investing in science and research is a waste of money. It is the main driver of our economy—or should be—and if you don’t get that, you’re a moron.

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Version 1 of ‘A Rough Guide to Spotting Bad Science’. Thanks for everyone’s suggestions earlier in the week, attempted to include as many of them as possible!

Download link here:

Approach the world with an open mind, but not so open that your brains fall out.

Here’s a list of tips on how to weigh good science from bad. Combine that with my video on “How to Read Science News" and you’ll be in pretty good shape and shall never be led astray: 

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Do you hate people?

I don’t hate them…I just feel better when they’re not around.


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I have no idea what to say in less than 150 words about a stupid catamaran ferry/naval ship that would interest the museum-going public.  I mean, really, it’s just a giant floating pickup that has a pretend humanitarian mission but is really meant for dumping hundreds of soldiers, tanks and matériel on distant shores so we can keep on keepin’ on with our killing in order to prop up the military industrial complex that the right wing uses to cover a massive government handout program that barely feeds their constituents while making a miniscule group of aged white men so staggeringly rich that their wealth cannot be comprehended by any living creature.

But, you know, it’s pretty fast and stuff. And, you can land a helicopter on it, so I guess that’s cool? Yay, war!

So over this job.

[139 words—calling it good]



50 years ago, America’s biggest employer was General Motors, where workers made the modern equivalent of $50 dollars an hour. Today, America’s biggest employer is Walmart, where the average wage is $8 dollars an hour. Which means you can share a room in a transient hotel with a drifter who cuts his toenails with a machete.

And Walmart released their annual report this month, and in it was the fact that most of what Walmart sells is food. And most of their customers need food stamps to pay for it. Meanwhile, Walmart’s owners are so absurdly rich that one of them, Alice Walton, spent over a billion dollars building an art museum in Bentonville, Arkansas, 500 miles away from the nearest person who ever would want to look at art.

And she said about it, “For years I’ve been thinking about what we can do as a family that can really make a difference.” How about giving your employees a raise, you deluded nitwit?

Take the case of Belle Knox. She’s the Duke University freshman who was recently outed as a porn star. But she doesn’t have the typical porn star biography… No, she’s a level-headed articulate 18-year-old majoring in women’s studies.

So people are saying, why the porn? Because Duke costs $61 grand a year! Since 1980, college tuition has increased 600% above the inflation rate. I’m surprised they’re not all doing porn. …

This is what the Paul Ryans of the world don’t understand — that this is not a country of lazy people and good people, so much as it is a country of rich people and desperate people.

Do you know how much Americans owe in student loans?
$1.3 trillion dollars.

We’re going to have to sell a lot of ass to pay that tab.



Bill Maher on the vanishing middle class (via kateoplis)

I wrote a post a few months ago about sinking financially despite having a “good” professional job. The whole thing is such a mess, and yet we continue to do nothing but march toward oligarchy. Why?

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Forcing yourself to work on something that you have no real motivation for


Me and my taxes. 

Me and my current museum project.

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"abortion has been set up in its own special category by conservative male legislators in this country. I am forced to support corporate welfare, Creationist schools and immoral wars with my tax dollars. But for some reason my conservative neighbor doesn’t have to support abortion rights with his tax dollars. And if Hobby Lobby gets their way, my conservative neighbor will be able to pay any potential employees differently based on whether they use birth control.
That’s not justice. If this country wants to move in that direction, then perhaps progressives nationally should reorganize into a “religion.” Sounds like a pretty cool perk: organize politically without the pesky IRS, and enshrine a bunch of political beliefs into a discriminatory legal code. But somehow I don’t think the Supreme Court would go for that. “Religious freedom” only goes in one direction: whatever misogynistic conservative men want."






To the people who are always asking “WHEN ARE YOU AND KATHERINE GONNA MAKE A BABY!?”

I love that “your friend’s dog” is almost zero effort and almost as much fun as a dragon.

Having had experience with a few of these, I’d say it’s pretty dead on. Still want the dragon, though.

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"Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I’m not living."

- Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close (via bookoisseur)

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An ugly photo of a beautifully delicious thing—strawberry balsamic jam! Some things are totally worth trashing the kitchen for. It should hold us for a year. Or a week, if my husband gets his way.

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Some claim that Evolution is just a theory, as if it were merely an opinion.

A thousand times this.

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