We need like “unclench your jaw” posts but for eye strain. Like
Go look at something 20ft away for 20 seconds.
take off your glasses if you wear them for 20 seconds
Recommended by my optometrist
Look at something 20 feet away, then 10, then 5, then one, then if you can your nose.
Repeat twice, then again without glasses.
Face forward look out of the corner of your eye. As far as you can look. Slowly move to the other corner. Repeat twice.
Look down as far as you can. Slowly look up. Repeat twice.
Roll eyes twice.
Close eyes for five minutes.
I do this every day usually at my halfway point. My migraines went away. My vision go better. Honestly stretching my eyes as she put it feels great too.
I am deeply distrustful of anyone who cares so much about adhering to their political alignment and to the letter of theory that they no longer see people as individual human beings, each with complex and different lived experiences, and instead sees them as homogeneous blobs or as a means to an end. “I’m a leftist,” “I’m right wing,” “I’m a liberal,” “I’m a communist,” “I’m a socialist,” and so on and so on.
Yeah, but do you still see people who disagree with you as people? Or as the automatic Other? Do you care so much about having the “correct” beliefs that your humanity and the humanity of those around you fades into unimportance?
wait. hot frosty. the new christmas movie about a girl falling in love with a snowman coming to life and the snowman is. the hot snowman is. it’s corbett. gay corbett. gay love can pierce through the veil of death corbett?????
when he unfreezes hes naked and his name is jack and hes never eaten food before. this is normal
“It is the combination of elements within this costume that makes it so interesting. Embroidered, open-fronted robes with matching underskirts are more usually associated with the 1760s to 1780s, but the train and the tiny bodice, only two and one-half inches from neckline to waist, preclude any date earlier than about 1798. The matching fichu is extremely rare. Each piece is embroidered with variations on the floral designs rather than mere duplications, suggesting artisanal primacy, not pattern book repetitions. This dress is believed to have belonged to Catherine Beekman (1762-1839), wife of Elisha Boudinot of Princeton, New Jersey.”
so judging by how astonished people are by it every time we explain it to anybody, it seems like my wife and I might really be onto something here
during the pandemic, we invented something we call “astronaut time.”
when it’s astronaut time, it’s like we are two astronauts wearing the big helmets, moving around the station on totally separate tasks. one of us is outside the space station and one of us is inside the space station. our radios do not work and we have no way of communicating with each other. we might see each other through the lil porthole windows, but we ignore each other because we both have different things to do.
“astronaut time” is how we get total privacy when we live in the same apartment. I will pretend you don’t exist. You will pretend I don’t exist. we have a nonverbal, zero-contact signal for when astronaut time is over (usually “I’ll draw a smiley-face on the whiteboard in the kitchen when I’m done”). No talking, stay out of each other’s line of sight, we are actively avoiding each other, unless you are currently experiencing a medical emergency goodbye.
it has been. a godsend. imagine living with your partner and being able to close every single tab in your brain related to social interaction. no fear of being interrupted by a “hey, quick question–” or “sorry to bother you, but do you know where the scissors are?” or “did you want something to eat, too?” Once or twice a month, we look at each other lovingly, hold hands, and say “baby I think I need some astronaut time tonight,” and the other person goes “okay cool. bye! have a nice night!” and nobody’s feelings are hurt and we both go and have a lovely evening completely by ourselves.
like idk it’s a small thing but it’s made our lives so much nicer, so if you and your partner/roommate are both people who sometimes need total privacy in order to recharge, maybe try it
I’m the wife in question and I cannot recommend this enough. When I told my therapist about astronaut time, she asked if she could share it with the couples she councils, so even the professionals give it two thumbs up.
That sounds awesome, and despite me not having (or wanting) a partner, if i ever share a home with someone, i’ll definitely keep this in mind.
I love that every year fire departments are like “hey. maybe DON’T fry your turkeys?”
and across the nation, patriots rise up and shout “FUCK YOU” bc surely it’ll be fine for THEM
and then start massive grease fires in their backyards
it is my most favorite thanksgiving tradition
for non-americans who have no idea what I’m talking about, a TON of fire departments and public health people will do annual presentation videos on how deep frying turkeys can go catastrophically bad
and every year, the american public goes “…anyway, where’s my propane tank-”
“As God as my witness, I thought turkeys could fry.”
As a psa yes it’s *technically* possible to deep fry a turkey, most people who try it do so because they didn’t take it out of the freezer early enough for it to defrost entirely and think that deep frying is a quicker more reliable way to cook the turkey without drying it out.
THAT’S the mistake.
To deep fry a whole turkey you’ll need an absolutely massive deep pot, half filled with oil heated to between 350°f-400°f, placed on an even surface. If the turkey is fully defrosted, you need to carefully and slowly lower the turkey into the oil using something else (preferably something metal) to hold the turkey itself so that you don’t have your hands/arms above the hot oil when the moisture from the turkey skin hits the oil and starts steaming.
If there is literally any ice or frozen moisture left in that turkey and it hits the oil too quickly, that turkey will *literally explode.*
Not a joke. Not an exaggeration.
The ice in the turkey will get pulled with it to the bottom of the pot, where it will quickly melt into water and then get flash boiled into steam. The steam will quickly expand under the hot oil, which will shoot out of the top of the pot in a 400°f geyser of hot oil and splash everywhere around the pot. If it hits the fire under the pot, the oil can then potentially catch on fire. If you’ve made the mistake of doing this inside, you could very well burn down your house.
So it’s not a “Do Not Ever Do This” but it absolutely is a “Make sure you know what you’re doing, because fucking it up could ruin your life if you walk away from it at all”.
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