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God DAMN that post is Poe's law in action.
Consoomers / Consoomer Culture - Because if it has a recogniseable brand on it, I’d buy it!
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This is funny given that Stan Lee has gone on record to saying that he found a lot of inspiration for Marvel comics by reading the Bible and would state its importance in helping writers understand mythology, morality and storytelling. Stan Lee was Jewish by the way but saw the importance that the Bible had in regards to what I listed above. I have many of the omnibuses of Marvel comics, most of them of Thor, and in the personal letters Stan Lee wrote that are published in the omnibuses, Lee talked about how important religion is to storytelling and that they both kind of go hand in hand as many peoples first stories are ones from their religion and people learn of storytelling from there.
This soyboy really speaks of the rot I see from pop culture and fanatics nowadays. Instead of being inspired by religion they want to replace the religions of the world with that of consumption and idolatry. Pop culture today is more or less the golden calf in todays day and age.
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Maybe because the bible was written by Jews, fucking retarded.
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BUT... The New Testament was written by Christians, those that gave up Judaism and were persecuted/ killed for it. It's just a point of order I wanted to bring up
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If a story survives for thousands of years, across multiple continents and cultures, it's because it's a cracking great read. If a story is boring, it'll sink regardless of what it's about or how culturally important it is. The Song of Songs is one of the greatest pieces of erotic literature to survive to modern day... and it's in the fucking Bible. When you start to dig into the history of literature in any culture, there's a direct line from their religious texts all the way through to their modern works. The Bible is a great story... and so is the Koran, the Torah, the Gita... If a work survives centuries, it's because it's compelling, and if you want to be a good storyteller, you study the great storytellers who were there before you.
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Poetry, too. This is one of the oldest poems by a named author we have and it's still relatable:
- Enheduanna, translation by Michael R. Burch
And back on topic, the play "The Frogs" contains one of the oldest known written jokes (dating to 405BC), but we use versions of it in media all the time.
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The Poetic Eddas and what other few things we know about the Dane/Norse religion is cool because a lot of it is practical stuff centered on being a decent person and neighbor. When you hear about that kind of stuff, you automatically think vikings and raids and blah blah blah but they were an amazingly pragmatic people.
Just sucks that most of what we know today comes from (the biased) viewpoint of Christian monks in the Middle Ages because surprise surprise, the Norse religion was mostly oral and they wiped it out like they wiped out the Saxons original religion in England (which also happened to be the Norse religion).
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Saw an ad for these the other day and thought it was a joke, but no. Totally serious.
There was Funkopops, then there was Funkopop keychains, now there's BITTY POPS.
These things are about the size of your thumbnail, and you get 4 for about $15. They seem to just be mini versions of already existing funkos and keychains. But now you can buy your favorite funkerinos a THIRD time! NOOOO! DON'T UNBOX THEM!
They come in tiny boxes too, so you'll need to protect them of course. Good thing funko sells teeny heckin' plastic cases for them!
But wait, they're still so tiny you might lose them... that means you'll just have to get more bitty pops and cases and turn your desk into a mini version of a funko room like you see on reddit, because the cases all stack together!
Just imagine. Now those redditors can build a scale model of their funko room, inside their funko room...
There was Funkopops, then there was Funkopop keychains, now there's BITTY POPS.
These things are about the size of your thumbnail, and you get 4 for about $15. They seem to just be mini versions of already existing funkos and keychains. But now you can buy your favorite funkerinos a THIRD time! NOOOO! DON'T UNBOX THEM!
They come in tiny boxes too, so you'll need to protect them of course. Good thing funko sells teeny heckin' plastic cases for them!
But wait, they're still so tiny you might lose them... that means you'll just have to get more bitty pops and cases and turn your desk into a mini version of a funko room like you see on reddit, because the cases all stack together!
Just imagine. Now those redditors can build a scale model of their funko room, inside their funko room...
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Yay! More shit that will end up in the oceans
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Those BittyPops are just expensive versions of the toys you could get out of candy machines in the 90s.
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Well now seems to be the perfect time for an optimistic reminder that it's near impossible to "recycle" plastic.
The only way we can truly recycle it is by repurposing the already formed plastic we have, as in, either by reusing plastic containers like boxes and bottles, or by crashing it into smaller bits of plastic and spinning/compressing it into new forms, which are non sterile and impossible to create new larger forms out of. You can't re-melt it, you can't reshape it, and it's always bleeding and breaking down.
We should've predicted hell would be.... colorful...
The only way we can truly recycle it is by repurposing the already formed plastic we have, as in, either by reusing plastic containers like boxes and bottles, or by crashing it into smaller bits of plastic and spinning/compressing it into new forms, which are non sterile and impossible to create new larger forms out of. You can't re-melt it, you can't reshape it, and it's always bleeding and breaking down.
We should've predicted hell would be.... colorful...
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Plastic yes, colorful no.
I've seen several things pointing out that the world has become less colorful since 9/11 and now I can't un-notice it.
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Apple ruined the world in more ways than just the iphone. Theirs and Goggle's corporate culture trickled down to pretty much every other industry. Muh bland and minimal equals smart
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Something something Orwell's 1984.
They're a major reason I'm having trouble finding a new smartphone with an SD card slot.
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And The Giver.
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Sony. I'm not fond of the aspect ratio, or the cost, but they have micro SD and headphone jacks.
And on the color/dark thing above. All modern tv and movies seem to try and be as dark as possible, and I hate it.
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the hatred for color is definitely a part of our world becoming cynical and depressing
>"eeew, color? but that's for people who like.... enjoy stuff. fucking preps. enjoying stuff is so lame. its cooler to pretend we dont care about anything"
i sometimes wonder if its intentional, if there's some kinda movement to turn us all apathetic and only have us get excited about approved things
if we loved color and beauty and joy, we might accidentally find it in the real world, we might go outside, smell a flower, watch the clouds, look at a beautiful building or a painting made with love and care and realize theres stuff to care about, and then we'll start fighting for that stuff! before we know it, we'll have some kinda... emotions! itll no longer be cool not to care while were getting destroyed! we'll start CARING about that!
no no no! cant have that! only greys and whites for you, step away from the light now, emotions can only come from buying product, its not keeewl to notice, stop noticing immediately
>"eeew, color? but that's for people who like.... enjoy stuff. fucking preps. enjoying stuff is so lame. its cooler to pretend we dont care about anything"
i sometimes wonder if its intentional, if there's some kinda movement to turn us all apathetic and only have us get excited about approved things
if we loved color and beauty and joy, we might accidentally find it in the real world, we might go outside, smell a flower, watch the clouds, look at a beautiful building or a painting made with love and care and realize theres stuff to care about, and then we'll start fighting for that stuff! before we know it, we'll have some kinda... emotions! itll no longer be cool not to care while were getting destroyed! we'll start CARING about that!
no no no! cant have that! only greys and whites for you, step away from the light now, emotions can only come from buying product, its not keeewl to notice, stop noticing immediately
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This will fit nicely into their $2,500 a month 8x8 micro apartments in coastal US city.
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In silence the nurses obeyed his command. Between the rose bowls the books were duly set out-a row of nursery quartos opened invitingly each at some gaily coloured image of beast or fish or bird.
"Now bring in the children."
They hurried out of the room and returned in a minute or two, each pushing a kind of tall dumb-waiter laden, on all its four wire-netted
shelves, with eight-month-old babies, all exactly alike (a Bokanovsky Group, it was evident) and all (since their caste was Delta) dressed in
khaki.
"Put them down on the floor."
The infants were unloaded.
"Now turn them so that they can see the flowers and books."
Turned, the babies at once fell silent, then began to crawl towards those clusters of sleek colours, those shapes so gay and brilliant on
the white pages. As they approached, the sun came out of a momentary eclipse behind a cloud. The roses flamed up as though with a sud-
den passion from within; a new and profound significance seemed to suffuse the shining pages of the books. From the ranks of the crawling
babies came little squeals of excitement, gurgles and twitterings of pleasure.
The Director rubbed his hands. "Excellent!" he said. "It might almost have been done on purpose."
The swiftest crawlers were already at their goal. Small hands reached out uncertainly, touched, grasped, unpetaling the transfigured roses,
crumpling the illuminated pages of the books. The Director waited until all were happily busy. Then, "Watch carefully," he said. And, lifting his
hand, he gave the signal.
The Head Nurse, who was standing by a switchboard at the other end of the room, pressed down a little lever.
There was a violent explosion. Shriller and ever shriller, a siren shrieked. Alarm bells maddeningly sounded.
The children started, screamed; their faces were distorted with terror.
"And now," the Director shouted (for the noise was deafening), "now we proceed to rub in the lesson with a mild electric shock."
He waved his hand again, and the Head Nurse pressed a second lever. The screaming of the babies suddenly changed its tone. There was
something desperate, almost insane, about the sharp spasmodic yelps to which they now gave utterance. Their little bodies twitched and
stiffened; their limbs moved jerkily as if to the tug of unseen wires.
"We can electrify that whole strip of floor," bawled the Director in explanation. "But that's enough," he signalled to the nurse.
The explosions ceased, the bells stopped ringing, the shriek of the siren died down from tone to tone into silence. The stiffly twitching bodies relaxed, and what had become the sob and yelp of infant maniacs broadened out once more into a normal howl of ordinary terror.
"Offer them the flowers and the books again."
The nurses obeyed; but at the approach of the roses, at the mere sight of those gaily-coloured images of pussy and cock-a-doodle-doo and
baa-baa black sheep, the infants shrank away in horror, the volume of their howling suddenly increased.
"Observe," said the Director triumphantly, "observe."
Books and loud noises, flowers and electric shocks-already in the infant mind these couples were compromisingly linked; and after two
hundred repetitions of the same or a similar lesson would be wedded indissolubly. What man has joined, nature is powerless to put asunder.
"They'll grow up with what the psychologists used to call an 'instinctive' hatred of books and flowers. Reflexes unalterably conditioned.
They'll be safe from books and botany all their lives." The Director turned to his nurses. "Take them away again."
Still yelling, the khaki babies were loaded on to their dumb-waiters and wheeled out, leaving behind them the smell of sour milk and a
most welcome silence.
One of the students held up his hand; and though he could see quite well why you couldn't have lower-cast people wasting the Community's time over books, and that there was always the risk of their reading something which might undesirably decondition one of their reflexes, yet ... well, he couldn't understand about the flowers. Why go to the trouble of making it psychologically impossible for Deltas to like flowers?
Patiently the D.H.C. explained. If the children were made to scream at the sight of a rose, that was on grounds of high economic policy. Not
so very long ago (a century or thereabouts), Gammas, Deltas, even Epsilons, had been conditioned to like flowers-flowers in particular and
wild nature in general. The idea was to make them want to be going out into the country at every available opportunity, and so compel
them to consume transport.
"And didn't they consume transport?" asked the student.
"Quite a lot," the D.H.C. replied. "But nothing else."
Primroses and landscapes, he pointed out, have one grave defect: they are gratuitous. A love of nature keeps no factories busy. It was decided
to abolish the love of nature, at any rate among the lower classes; to abolish the love of nature, but not the tendency to consume transport.
For of course it was essential that they should keep on going to the country, even though they hated it. The problem was to find an eco-
nomically sounder reason for consuming transport than a mere affection for primroses and landscapes. It was duly found.
"We condition the masses to hate the country," concluded the Director. "But simultaneously we condition them to love all country sports. At
the same time, we see to it that all country sports shall entail the use of elaborate apparatus. So that they consume manufactured articles as
well as transport. Hence those electric shocks."
"I see," said the student, and was silent, lost in admiration.
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Well given how broke the japanese are now (read the only market growing over there is cheap booze) I guess they just couldn't afford them in the first place.
Implying they are actually buying these to learn, its was most likely cosplayers who needed it as a prop, and fans who wanted to post it to social media for likes.
Got more on that? any link to news?
I was looking for this pic, thanks.
We need more of this fucker he clearly has lolcow potential, link to profile?
You can retro-convert plastics into hydrocarbons that can be used to make fuel, don't know how efficient the process is tho.
Also I seen them use recycled plastic pellets from anything, bottles, lawn chairs, toys, etc, to make filament for FDM printers which if big enough can be used to make furniture for example.
The real future are bioplastic tho, not because they are biodegradable but because its fragile as fuck and don't last which is great for our consumerist disposable economy. I tried a japanese panasonic phone made of corn husk plastic and it felt brittle as hell.
As for plastics in the oceans, well besides a GMO algae or plankton that can eat plastic I don't see a real solution. That guy taking plastic from the garbage patch is like trying to clean an olympic pool with an old toothbrush.