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!!rant
!!rooting while drunk

I got drunk last night and painted my nails. I bought a really pretty shade of purple that should match one of my favorite shirts, and it's my last day at the office today (EVER; lease is up), so dressing up is a great idea, right? I'll feel better and more confident and it'll make everyone miss me.

Except. I was drunk.
And for some reason thought painting them in the dark was a great idea.

Oh, they look horrible!
and apparently I don't own any nail polish remover, so.

Today's going to be the best day ever!
😄😅😢☹

Recep Tayyip Erdogan had a problem — after his army service, he got so used to cold that he could only sleep on a raw, cold metal grill. Usually, normal people put mattress on top, but Erdogan didn’t feel right this way. So, in one of his personal prisons, he established a social project for making a full metal bed for himself.

For starters, to calculate the shape, he took the smallest man ever (3 inches high) with his fingers and sunk him into molten plastic. “What are you doing?! It hurts!” — man screamed. “Shut up. You’re on an important mission. Your motherland won’t forget you.”
After three months, the bed was ready. It was more of the same — metal bars, but this time with some kind of structure built of metal hinges, rebar and strong springs. This was the day — this was the big reveal event. It took place in the same prison — three prisoners were ready to lay on their new full metal beds, while news crews congratulated Erdogan and celebrated his greatness. “Well, it is time!” — he said.
Prisoners laid flat. An awful screeching sound. Prisoner number two is bleeding out. The spring mechanism broke out and impaled his chest onto a large metal bar. He’s not breathing.
“Shut it down. Shut it all down. No more cameras, no more news”, — said Erdogan.
“Yes, our master”, — said news crews.

They wanted to draft me to Afghanistan.
“No!”, — a young officer shouted, misgendering me — “He doesn’t know the stages of pain. Useless.”
“Are you perhaps arguing pain with a bipolar patient?” — I replied.
“You are a rave. Nothing but a rave.”

Raves spawned near your doors at night. Sometimes, they even spawned on the inside. I can’t say you were in danger, but it certainly wasn’t a pleasant thing to happen to anyone. They looked ugly. They dressed weird. They spoke in riddles.
“How do I move to Europe?”, — a rave asked.
“I…”
“Shut up!”
Rave took a door, suspiciously painted over and over multiple times, and started to slam my door with it, using it as a ram.
My door started giving in.

Alarm system.
On a separate note, to disable the alarm system, you have to speedrun Stanley Parable. It’s the hardest speedrun ever, specifically its hidden ending. It disables all alarm systems in three-mile radius IRL. No one knows how it works, but it does. Back to the danger zone!

“The better quality time you spend sitting on your toilet, the more you’ll live.”, — an officer said.
“I once had a girl blow me while I was shitting,” — Matthias replied — “You have nothing on me.”
“Fair enough!”

It is a little known fact, but the liquid that Northern cities use to clean up snow isn’t quite what it seems like. It’s not salt — in reality, there are bases on Mars, and they store pink goo that… “iMpRoVeS” dead bodies. The liquid is biological in nature, and it expires. Expired liquid is recycled as snow melter. You learn that in high school, but now, living on a train, you should know that there are special learning rooms here, in every. single. carriage. The small gym ball with two handles on its sides is called Gandhi ball. Fun fact: if you wear headless Segways on top of your shoes, and then lay flat holding a Gandhi ball, you can reach the speed of 270 kph!

Today’s news: a Reddit moderator and a legless woman gave birth to a living sex toy for their domestic boar.

Anyone else thinks the desktop site looks better with DarkReader on ? (except for buttons turning pink, but that is a DarkReader problem all together)

There are two kinds of art and leisure: Apollonian and Dionysian. Apollo was the god of light, knowledge and other such things. Dionysus was the god of wine and ritual madness. In a nutshell, the beauty of the stars in the sky is Apollonian, and the beauty of nice juicy ass is Dionysian.

My info landscape was too damn Dionysian lately. I don’t even use TikTok or Instagram. I mean music I listened to, like aggressive dumb rap, bad slang, swearing… Wherever you look, there are Cardi B’s and Kim K’s, with their ugly eyelashes, ugly makeup, ugly inflated lips, ugly voice, ugly things they say. Watching the dumbest shit ever on YouTube. The louder you scream, the funnier the joke. Also, the number one content is some people tearing down some other people: penguinz0 destroying someone again, debunk channels, drama…

Dionysian things can be attractive and comfortable, because they speak to our animal part. In a way, Dionysian is natural. But not everything that is natural is good.

I gave my info landscape an Apollonian cleansing. Unsubscribed from a lot of debunking channels. Changed the way I speak, adjusted my vocabulary. Deleted a lot of music from my library. Went from 6ix9ine to Pink Floyd, Sting and Dire Straits.

It all started two weeks ago. I feel… different, but not necessarily better. Time will tell.

Why do modern Europeans like to wear wigs?

The prevalence of wigs is closely related to the social life conditions at that time. Because in the 17th century, Europe, it was very inconvenient for people to bathe and wash their hair. Louis XIV, the famous Sun King, took only seven baths in his life. Not taking a long bath and shampoo, it is easy to breed parasites, especially hair, hair thick, often sweat, it is easy to grow lice. The best way to solve this problem is to cut the hair short or shaved, but the hair is cut short or shaved, and can not reflect the identity of aristocrats, it is better to wear a wig, have the best of both worlds.

In addition to the aristocracy as a fashion, the real problem for a wig to become a status symbol, is that the wig is expensive and the average person cannot wear it. In the 17th century, the wig was very elaborate. At that time, there was no machine production, so it depended on labor. A skilled craftsman needed a few days to make a wig. A judge's wig costs £1,800, and a regular wig costs £300. This money is a huge expense today, not to mention Western Europe before the Industrial Revolution. Therefore, wearing wigs is not something that ordinary people can afford. And at that time, the wig was quite bulky, also uncomfortable to wear, often working people naturally will not wear.

In addition to being expensive and inconvenient to wear, the embellishment and maintenance of wigs are also quite cumbersome. The 18th-century wig often had some pollen and some paint added. Pink wigs are easy to drop powder, and they are difficult to take care of. So, it is naturally not favored by ordinary people. By the late 18th century, young men simply added powder to their hair. The wigs worn by women were large and striking, but they were heavy and contained wax, powder and other ornaments, becoming a sign of luxury.

However, with the beginning of the Industrial Revolution in the middle of the 18th century. Natural hair without wigs is slowly being accepted by more people. In Goethe's masterpiece, "The Trouble of the Young Witt," Witt's natural hair triggered a natural fashion trend at the time. After the outbreak of the French Revolution, the revolutionaries tried to establish an equal society, eliminate class differences, and the wigs representing their status were naturally among the objects of changing customs.

In addition, in 1795, the British government began to tax the hair fans, which hit the wig and hair fan fashion, and began to decline in the 19th century. By the 19th century, the wigs became smaller and grave. In France, wigs are no longer a status symbol. But wigs remained as a status symbol for some time. After the French Revolution, French wigs, which no longer became a symbol of status, were associated with professional prestige. Some industries and fields use wigs as part of their professional clothing, such as judges and lawyers. This habit continues to this day. Judges and lawyers in the Commonwealth wear wigs in court or at major ceremonies, a tradition in previous British colonies, but it makes them a mark of colonial rule.

The popularity of a generation of fashion, it must have its historical background, once