Oh, cool! I love the behind-the-scenes stuff. If youāve never seen the original (this version is narrower so you miss a lot that was going on) itās here:
one day I woke up and realised all the waiting and yearning was actually me living my life and itās happening right now and itās still good even if itās not perfect and there is no moment when all your dreams get fulfilled and everything makes sense. likeā¦ this is it. this is life. youāll waste away your youth waiting for some imagined future if you donāt love life for what it is now and make the most of it
Theyāre all using these dangerous weapons because Iām hoarding all the good can openers
The earliest version of this type of can opener was patented in 1926, and went into production around 1930 or 1931.
The Swing-A-Way model #407 has been in production since 1955 and has sold an estimated 100 million plus units.
The Bunker company was purchased by the Rival Company and was manufacturing can openers based on this design effectively since 1931 up to the present day (currently owned by Rubbermaid).
There have been a large number of improvements to the design but it remains in production to this day including under more or less the unchanged original patent. Many can openers even incorporate a small hook into their design which can be used as a bottle opener, or similar to the lever type can openers above.
Just so everyone on this thread knows, they also come in electric. Which can be very useful after you slice your hands open on that trench warfare shit.
after that cursed butter denier yesterday and now this, iām starting to think half of tumblr users are visitors from some kind of Dickensian alternate reality where everything to do with food is crusty and depressing
Why does the box of that electric can opener demonstrate the opener being used on a can with a pull top
Reblogging again because I do actually have something to say to this. I own both, like one of those thingies OP has, and like an ANCIENT canopener. And like those things OP had just survive a year or two, then they donāt open cans anymore and are just frustrating BUT the ancient canopener? It works so perfectly fine and well. I think it is still from my great grandmother. And it just fucking SLAPS.
It might last longer but my wrists when I have to use it donāt. Those old openers are fucking hell on the hands. I can get a new can opener easier than I can get new joints.
Especially since you already have three of them
I love the migration in this post from ADHD purchasing to can opener discourse. You donāt get this shit on any other site.
So thereās a good reason to show the electric opener doing its thing on a pop-top can: pop-tops are great if you have the hand strength for them, which is not all that likely if youāre buying an electric can opener because leverage makes modern turn-the-handle wheel-type manual can openers about the minimum force necessary for opening a can. I have arthritic hands, and let me tell you, I notice that pulling off a pop-top canās pop top takes more effort than turning the handle on my Swing-A-Way. So they took the product photo with a pop-top so that even if you donāt notice the text on the box saying that it works on them, you can be sure it will do that.
if a Tumblr post is reblogged enough times it eventually becomes about everything
All this talk of can openers and not one mention of a good old-fashioned wall-mounted can opener?
Iām just saying that if you had one of these screwed to your pantry door you wouldnāt have accidently bought three of them.
because you would have a permanent bruise on your arm where you keep walking into it.
It clearly folds away. You can see the hinge in the picture. Also, who the hell is walking around inside their pantry???
Me when I retrieve cans of chunky chilli beef. And if I remembered to fold things away I would also remember that I already own can openers.
At the place where I work we have to open dozens of cans a day, so we have a table-mounted industrial can opener like this one:
When I tell you these are the most violent thingsā¦ The idea is that you drop the long heavy pole downwards onto the can and a spike pierced the can, which then gets turned with a lever. Itās pretty temperamental so you often have to physically stab the cans with the spike. Needless to say it takes a while for new employees to get used to.
Okay but I have a can opener like the one Op bought three of, and it used to be my great grandmas*, it works perfectly!! So no, these do not live such short lives. I used it yesterday in fact and it did a wonderful job of opening that can!
*a fact confirmed by my mother who remembers all this kind of stuff
oh my goodness, one of dian fosseyās first close up observations with gorillas happened when she was trying to climb a tree to see them better, but so badlyĀ that by the time sheād gotten up the entire group had come out of hiding to look at her:Ā āNearly all members of the group had totally exposed themselves, forgetting about hiding coyly behind foliage screens because it was obvious to them that the observer had been distracted by tree-climbing problems, an activity they could understand.ā
hello, fellow apes
The lead up to that sentence is gold:
[Image transcript: porch. The group had been day-nesting and sunbathing when I contacted them, but upon my approach they nervously retreated to obscure themselves behind thick foliage. Frustrated but determined to see them better, I decided to climb a tree, not one of my better talents. The tree was particularly slithery and, try as I might, no amount of puffing, pulling, gripping, or clawing succeeded in getting me more than a few feet aboveground. Disgustedly, I was about to give up when Sanwekwe came to my aid by giving one mighty boost to my protruding rump; tears were running from his eyes as he was convulsed in silent laughter. I felt as inept as a baby taking its first step. Finally able to grab on to a conveniently placed branch, I hauled myself up into a respectful semislouch position in the tree about twenty feet from the ground. By this time I naturally assumed that the combined noises of panting, cursing, and branch-breaking made during the initial climbing attempts must have frightened the group on to the next mountain. I was amazed to look around and find that the entire group had returned and were sitting like front row spectators at a sideshow. All that was needed to make the image complete were a few gorilla-sized bags of popcorn and some cotton candy! This was the first live audience I had ever had in my life and certainly the least expected.]
imagine some freakish not-a-human alien THING has shown up out of nowhere and is trying to get into your office building to study you. but it has no idea how to get past a revolving door. it tries for three hours. by the time it finally understands the concept of a revolving door and squeeze into the building everyone in the office is crowded into the lobby to watch and call helpful suggestions. itās conclusively determined that the alien is definitely not a threat, except maybe to itself.
would you still love me if i was a worm? wait no sorry thatās stupid let me rephrase that would you still love me if I was of no value to you anymore? if I broke my vows by turning into someone you never agreed to be with if I suddenly couldnāt be a wife couldnāt be a mother if I couldnāt clean the house and I couldnāt put dinner on the table and couldnāt have sex would you still love me? would I even be me, to you? do you love me or the things that I do? when wives get life threatening illnesses 1 in 5 husbands leave those donāt seem like good odds so Iām just asking if I turned into a worm tomorrow and I could no longer provide you with anything at all, would the love remain? would you find a terrarium and fill it with mulch and keep me in the bedroom? would you spray me with water? would you keep me alive? would you throw me out onto the pavement? I think I would make you a house of popsicle sticks if you were a worm
one of my favorite things about my job that i can say to people that sounds utterly ridiculous but is technically 100% true is that one of our sea turtles keeps trying to get me to commit a felony on her behalf and gets SUPER cranky when i wonāt do it
this is because she is spoiled rotten and LOVES head and shell scritches. every time i go to the tank sheās in to collect water samples while she happens to be awake and swimming near the surface, she sees my hand enter the water and immediately comes over to try and get my attention, headbutting the dive platform and splashing water at me and generally making a huge fuss.
unfortunately, because she is also a ~100yr old green sea turtle, i legally cannot touch her. sheās a protected species, and a fairly prominent individual at that, and im not one of the aquarists who dives into that tank NOR am i a vet, so iām not among the handful of people who are ALLOWED to give her scratchies. she knows all of the divers personally, and knows that i am not one of them. she doesnāt care. she wants attention and because sheās the specialest princess in the entire universe she will do anything in her power to get it.
she also throws a big ol tantrum when i end up not petting her. sheāll stick up her head to snort water at me, slap at the platform and ladder with her fins, and then swim under the dive platform and bump her shell against the bottom ā sheās a 500lb turtle, which is a lot of weight for her to be throwing around. i usually have to move pretty quick to get off the platform and onto solid ground cuz there have been times where iāve genuinely felt like i was about to lose my balance and REALLY didnāt want to end up falling into the tank.
^ myrtle, throwing a tantrum because she was unsuccessful at peer pressuring me into violating the endangered species act
If you didnāt hear, Substack is now officially a Nazi site. Officially as in āthe CEO has said they wouldnāt ban Nazis, and that they are welcome to monetize their content on Substackā. I think this is the first time a major web platform has openly say they are ok with making money out of open Nazis and white nationalists.
Substack CEO reasoning is āwe donāt like nazis, but we defend their right to be nazisā. But, of course, at the same time, substack bans sex workers from using their platform.
So yeah, if you have a Substack account, maybe itās time to move somewhere else. As they say, if thereās a Nazi at the table and 10 other people sitting there talking to him, you got a table with 11 Nazis.
During the 2008 recession, my aunt lost her job. Her, her partner, and my three cousins moved across the country to stay with us while they got back on their feet. My house turned from a family of four to a family of nine overnight, complete with three dogs and five cats between us.
It took a few years for them to get a place of their own, but after a few rentals and apartments, they now own a split level ranch in a town nearby. Iāve lost track of how many coworkers and friends have stayed with them when they were in a tight spot. A mother and son getting out of an abusive relationship, a divorcee trying to stay local for his kids while they work out a custody agreement, you name it. My aunt and uncle knew first hand what that kindness meant, and always find space for someone who needed it, the way my parents had for them.
That same aunt and uncle visited me in [redacted] city last year. They are prolific drinkers, so we spent most of the day bar hopping. As we wandered the city, any time we passed a homeless person, my uncle would pull out a fresh cigarette and ask them if they had a light. Regardless of if they had a lighter on hand or not, he offered them a few bucks in exchange, which he explained to me after was because he felt it would be easier for them to accept in exchange for a service, no matter how small.
I work for a company that produces a lot of fabric waste. Every few weeks, I bring two big black trash bags full of discarded material over to a woman who works down the hall. She distributes them to local churches, quilting clubs, and teachers who can use them for crafts. Sheās currently in the process of working with our building to set up a recycling program for the smaller pieces of fabric that are harder to find use for.
One of my best friends gives monthly donations to four or five local organizations. Sheās fortunate enough to have a tech job that gives her a good salary, and she knows that a recurring donation is more valuable to a non-profit because they can rely on that money month after month, and can plan ways to stretch that dollar for maximum impact. One of those organizations is a native plant trust, and once sheās out of her apartment complex and in a home with a yard, she has plans to convert it into a haven of local flora.
My partner works for a company that is working to help regulate crypto and hold the current bad actors in the space accountable for their actions. We unfortunately live in a time where technology develops far too fast for bureaucracy to keep up with, but just because people use a technology for ill gain doesnāt mean the technology itself is bad. The blockchain is something that she finds fascinating and powerful, and she is using her degree and her expertise to turn it into a tool for good.
I knew someone who always had a bag of treats in their purse, on the odd chance they came across a stray cat or dog, they had something to offer them.
I follow artists who post about every local election they know of, because they know their platform gives them more reach than the average person, and that they can leverage that platform to encourage people to vote in elections that get less attention, but in many ways have more impact on the direction our country is going to go.
All of this to say, thereās more than one way to do good in the world. Social media leads us to believe that the loudest, the most vocal, the most prolific poster is the most virtuous, but they are only a piece of the puzzle. (And if virtue for virtues sake is your end goal, youāve already lost, but thatās a different post). Community is built of people leveraging their privileges to help those without them. We need people doing all of those things and more, because no individual can or should do all of it. You would be stretched too thin, your efforts valiant, but less effective in your ambition.
None of this is to encourage inaction. Identify your unique strengths, skills, and privileges, and put them to use. Determine what causes are important to you, and commit to doing what you can to help them. Collective action is how change is made, but donāt forget that we need diversity in actions taken.
To all the parents out there who bundle their babies up in the winter time with those little hats with the little ears that make them look like little teddy bears: You are doing the lordās work. Seeing tiny ewoks toddle across the grocery store parking lot is just what we all need sometimes. My joy is immeasurable and my day is restored.
In fairness to King Kong, if I had a tiny adorable primate in my hand I would also be very resistant to someone taking it away from me.
We all assume it was romantic, but maybe when King Kong looked at her he was seeing this:
Something like this really happened a couple of years ago at theĀ Mefou Primate Sanctuary in Cameroon, run by Ape Action AfricaĀ (AAA).Ā A western lowland gorillaĀ named Bobo befriended a bushbaby for a couple of hours before releasing it back into the forest.Ā
According to AAAāsĀ Facebook post (where you can also find additional photos and video):Ā
Our silverback gorilla Bobo made a surprising new friend this week ā a wild bushbaby! Caregivers discovered him cradling the tiny primate during their morning checks, and were amazed to see him handling it with the utmost care ā proving that gorillas really are the gentle giants of the forest. Boboās group-mates were desperately curious, particularly his favourite female Avishag, but he kept them all at a distance, making sure that no one disturbed his new friend. Bushbabies are usually nocturnal so it is very rare to see one, and even rarer to witness this kind of interaction. The little bushbaby was happy to play in Boboās arms, hopping off to explore the grass nearby, before returning to Boboās hand. When the game was over, Bobo walked purposefully off on two legs to deliver his friend safely back into the trees.
Incidentally, the western lowland gorilla (which has the best species name of all time: Gorilla gorilla gorilla) is the largest primate in Cameroon, and the bushbabies happen to be the smallest primates in Cameroon.
In response to this event, some redditors created r/charityraid, with the goal of concentrating the power of thousands of users into a single charity at a time to hopefully break a few more sites.
As of 9/21/21, the site has updated with more wishes. The incredible spike in donations is amazing, but if you want to and are able to keep the momentum going, there are over 300 waiting to be filled at https://www.onesimplewish.org!
a lot of these are very basic, small things. i just spent 17 dollars to buy a kid water shoes for a lake vacation ĀÆ\_(ć)_/ĀÆ
Since I came across this post the first time, I try to go to One Simple Wish semi-regularly and buy a foster kid something. Thereās a wide range of wishes and prices availableāyou can pick something as little as a book to put under the tree, or as important as a set of pots and pans for a kid transitioning to their independent living setting, so you can pick whatever suits your budget and tickles your fancy. Help some kids who could use a good turn in life.
