I-80 highway through Wyoming. nicknamed The Sisters, for the three sets of hills that create an optical illusion of the road rising into the sky

As a person who lived in Wyoming for 26 years, I am begging you not to romanticize I-80

I-80 is hell it is a wind-bound snow flurry death trap never go there i beg you. I grew up in Laramie it is not your friend

When we drove out to Portland in 2019, I-80 in Wyoming is where I was seriously and utterly convinced for multiple hours that I was going to die in an accident caused by a blizzard.

It’s that time of year to say no to the Salvation Army.

Never forget they let a Trans woman die instead of helping her.

Never forget they have tossed entire families on the street for having an LGBT child.

Never forget they tell non Christian families that unless they convert they will not help them.

Never forget that the Salvation Army is bigoted and hateful, many of the bell ringers routinely heckle and harass LGBT couples.

Annual reblog.

there’s something very dystopian like at the fact that we’re all supposed to continue on with our lives, go to work/school, carry on with our daily routines like we’re not witnessing three countries (sudan, congo & palestine) go through a genocide and mass ethnic cleansing right now all through our mobile phones & the internet

The fact that the WINE project stands for “WINE Is Not (an) Emulator” is hilarious.

So, the funny thing about this is that they're technically right? At least, sorta. My point is that it's not intended as a contradictory, incorrect name.

So an emulator is software that acts like some hardware: an NES emulator acts like the 6502 CPU in the NES and the graphics and sound chips and such.

The thing is, WINE is designed for x86 PCs, and windows is also (mostly: there's ports now) designed for those. And there's no special chips needed to run Windows that Linux computers don't have... So there's nothing to emulate.

So why can't you just run Windows programs on Linux without WINE? well, because of system calls.

Every x86 program (Windows or Linux) runs on the x86 CPU, doing the same sort of things, put they have to do syscalls to tell the OS to do things or get info from the OS. Things like "hey draw this message box" or "open a file" or "did the user push any keys?"

Those are implemented in the OS, and the program has to call out to them to do them. And the difference (to the program, at least) between Linux and Windows is how those syscalls are designed: Windows is designed around a graphical paradigm where you're expected to have a window in front of a user, and Linux built on a server model, where the computer running the program may not be the same one with the monitor connected, so they designed them differently.

So what does WINE do, if it has nothing to emulate? It's a translation layer. Basically, it implements the Windows API that windows programs use, but it implements it against the Linux API. So a program will call CreateFileW() (a windows API) and instead of Windows responding to it, WINE has an implementation of CreateFileW() that instead calls open(), which is the Linux equivalent.

So, in the technical sense, WINE is not an emulator. The problem is that it acts kinda like one from a user perspective, and you could totally use "emulator" in a non-technical sense and say that WINE is "emulating" the Windows API... but the name wasn't meant as a joke.

Also... WINE has changed their name. It's still "WINE" or "Wine", but it no longer stands for anything, it's just a name.

online queer spaces (aka tik tok) can be so fucking dumb sometimes. like, in real life 20 year old and 40 year old dykes are making out at the bar and it’s fine. trans men and trans masc people will go to lesbian bars and it will be normal and acceptable to see them there. lesbians will fuck trans people (trans masc and femme people) and the world won’t end. someone at the gay bar will be wearing kink gear and no one will bat an eye. dykes will have moustaches and stubble and will be wearing a labrys and people are gonna fuck who they want and not fuck who they don’t want and that’s literally ok. being a part of a community means you will meet people who are different and who don’t fit your strict fucking rules of what is “acceptable” and what isn’t. and i feel badly for people who don’t understand what it’s like to live in a real-life community. let queer people be messy and confusing, no one in the real world cares.

Today I accidentally knocked a monarch caterpillar off its leaf and it fell and immediately began oozing green liquid. I was devastated. I thought I'd killed it. Turns out they do that on purpose to defend against predators. Fooled by a fat little worm. Irrecoverable

Can someone please reply to this post with a gif or video of a cat rotating. I'm not picky, I just need it to regain full HP

GOOD LIRD

blocked all the accounts making fnaf art that tumblr radar kept showing me and now it just doesn't show me anything anymore

good

I did the same and now it is just showing me this dude who I believe is judging me for my actions

why is knockoff Elton John doing that to you

If I died 5 years ago, my parents would have buried a son. It wouldn't have been my name on my tombstone. Who would have grieved for me? Who would have looked at the tombstone of that boy and wept for the woman that was buried beneath that ground?

It wouldn't have been my mom. Not my father. It wouldn't have been my brothers. I doubt my now ex even would have grieved for the real me. A handful of souls would have grieved for the woman that they lost, while a service was held for a dead boy in a suit.

The world would never have known me.

They say there are three deaths. When your body ceases to function, when you're consigned to the grave, and when your name is spoken for the last time. What if your name is never spoken? What of the woman who never heard her name spoken from another set of lips?

I see you, nameless ones. I may never be able to speak your name, for I do not know it, but I will grieve for you. You will not be forgotten for as long as I have tears to shed.

If I died 5 years ago, my parents would have buried a son. It wouldn't have been my name on my tombstone. Who would have grieved for me? Who would have looked at the tombstone of that boy and wept for the woman that was buried beneath that ground?

It wouldn't have been my mom. Not my father. It wouldn't have been my brothers. I doubt my now ex even would have grieved for the real me. A handful of souls would have grieved for the woman that they lost, while a service was held for a dead boy in a suit.

The world would never have known me.

They say there are three deaths. When your body ceases to function, when you're consigned to the grave, and when your name is spoken for the last time. What if your name is never spoken? What of the woman who never heard her name spoken from another set of lips?

I see you, nameless ones. I may never be able to speak your name, for I do not know it, but I will grieve for you. You will not be forgotten for as long as I have tears to shed.