Did you know there’s an outtake from the 2000 Grinch movie where Jim Carrey leans in real close to Jeffrey Tambor’s face and then rips off Tambor’s prosthetic nose with his teeth
Whenever someone says “you clearly only criticize rich people because you’re jealous” it tells me that they have no idea what it’s like to actually care about other people in ways that don’t immediately benefit themselves.
The only reason I’d ever want a billion dollars, like any normal person, is to help other people with it, which would expend almost all of it pretty quickly. That’s why all existing billionaires are selfish, destructive parasites: good people don’t become or remain that rich.
Seriously. I look at the accoutrements of the ultra rich and I’m like. I have no desire for a private plane? A golden toilet? Gold leaf covered hot wings? Ten cars? What the Hell would I do with all of that garbage? I don’t want staff in my house because it’s too big for me to care for, the lack of privacy would kill me. Who in their right mind would be jealous of all that clutter? It’s like being jealous of a hoarder.
Some people just go through their lives obsessed with status and image and badly want other people to be impressed by what they can afford. I think when they show off their golden-plated toilets and it goes viral on social media they really don’t get that almost all regular people are just disgusted and incredulous at such an embarrassing waste. They assume the attention is envy and awe at how amazing they are.
Glad I read this, I had a dispute with someone like that a bit ago. They kept going on and on about how I’m jealous, despite me arguing about how the rich are just sitting on a bunch of money that could do a lot of good instead.
Had, of all things, an SCP related dream last night. I was trying to design and build some kind of… doctor’s office? I guess? There was meant to be a little reception area, and then offices for two doctors and a witch??? and while I was trying to figure out how much space I had to work with, a dude showed up and was like “yeah, I’ll fund your project.” I think he was supposed to be Kondraki.
So, we work out a good layout for my whatever I’m working on, and as the building, there is a containment breech and there are all these little pink spider robots slipping in. We have to evacuate because they’re somehow dangerous, and Kondraki was like “Wait, the chair!” And we had to go back and get one specific chair because that was what the spiders were after. So we bring the chair outside.
Clef was there.
He didn’t really do anything, but he was there. I referred to him Lucifer to see what would happen, and he was just like “Kid, do you know how much shit I have to put up with in a day? Do you know how much disrespect I have to deal with? Don’t even go there with me, just don’t.”
So yeah. That was my SCP dream. It was more involved than that, but I don’t remember details enough to go into it.
did you know? the human body only uses 15% of it’s bones at any given time. imagine what would happen if we had access to 50%, or even 80% of our bones
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