i had to watch this like 5 times because of no captions but lmao if someone makes a transcript for this it would be bomb
transcript: “So we have these Santas at work, right, okay? We have black and we have white Santas. And they’re like creepy, five-foot tall, lifelike animatronic… like, Santas that hold plates of cookies and milk, and they kinda look like they could wake up and come to life and murder you in your sleep– and they don’t include batteries, but we have these Santas. Like nothing screams ‘festive holiday cheer’ like a big, hulking Santa. Um. Nothin’ will jingle your jangles more. So, um, this woman comes in and she’s like, “Do you have these?” and I’m like, “Oh my god, yeah!” So a couple weeks ago we sold out of our white Santas, and we are down to like, three black Santas. And so, I take her to the aisle, I show her the Santas, and the first thing out of her mouth is, “I’m not racist, but…” and I’m like, well, I can’t– I’m not in the position to decide if you are or not, but if like– if I could use context clues and infer, uh, I would say maybe that you might be. And three, we’re talking about Santa. Like– (stuttering) did we switch subjects? And so, um, I’m in like, I– the next thing that pops out of her mouth is like, “This is not right.” and I’m like, okay, I’m sorry, but this is what the picture was. And she’s like, “No. Santa is white.” And I’m like, oh no, okay. Okay. So I’m in– I’m about to tell her, I’m like, mid-sentence, like, “I’m sorry, do you want me to go call another store, do you need me to, like, write you a raincheck just in case we we get any more.” And she’s like, “This is wrong, I want them taken down.” She interrupts me, says that, and I’m like, (pause). I like, look around, and I’m like, is she talking to me? Is this, like, my own, like, personal hell? But like, of course it is. So, um, I’m like, “I can’t take these Santas down.” And she’s like, “Why not?!” And I’m like, “You either have to buy them, or take them down yourself.” And that was like, the stupidest thing I could have ever said, because– (sighs) she takes this bag, with like, Jesus’s face, like, slammed right in the middle as a design– it’s big– she takes it off her shoulder, and starts beating these black Santas! She starts beating these Santas down, they were like, falling down… and I’m like, oh my god! What– what is happening? So like, I step in the middle of her and these Santas and I’m like, “Ma’am, ma’am, you need to leave, you need to stop, or I’m going to have to call someone.” So she like, stops, and she’s like, beet red, and like, huffin’ and puffin’, and she like, looks at me and I can tell she’s just trying to get like, a one-liner in, and she’s like, “The Santa I know is white.” And then she walks away. And I’m like, well– I’m processing what’s happening, while also thinking, like, the Santa you know? Santa’s not real. So unless you’re using an ouija board to contact good old Kris Kringle, um, from like, B.C. or whenever, I’m like, that’s pretty impressive, but how ya doin’ that. And, um, I– the last thought that ran through my mind is that, I’m like, I would hate to be in the room with her when she finds out that Jesus is not white.”
UK-based photographer Daniel Alford tries to capture the power and evocative atmosphere of Glencoe in the Scottish Highlands. Hundreds of years ago a terrible massacre took place here. It’s a legendary story of rebellion, betrayal and survival in the harshest and most unforgiving of landscapes. Walking the length of Glen it’s hard not to think about this story. The landscape itself dictates an overwhelming and ghostly experience, as if the mountains themselves are holding memories of the tragedy locked behind its drifting mists, hidden valleys and ancient stone.
Seattle, WA-based photographer Cody Cobb has captured beautiful shots of the Cascadia region of North America. It’s one of the most geologically active regions on Earth; the landscapes found there have been shaped through eons of earthquakes, eruptions and floods. My intent with these photographs is to capture a brief moment of stillness in the grand epochs of geological chaos.
Hey so I specifically try to keep this blog solely Star Trek and not post a lot of personal stuff but it’s also my most popular blog and I really need to get this out there. Don’t worry, I’ll keep it brief.
For those of you that don’t know I’m a trans boy. I’ve been on testosterone for over a year. My parents are not ok with this so I’ve been paying for all my medical stuff from my own pocket. I also have to pay for a bunch of other things including school supplies on my own but we won’t get into that.
Long story short; I need top surgery but I don’t have the money to get it. If I don’t get it soon, I’ll age out (or be kicked off) of my parent’s insurance which will raise the cost of surgery by 5 grand or more. My mom recently threw out one of my binders and the only other ones I have are pre-owned, stretched out, and more than 6 years old. Binding already isn’t fun due to my asthma and warped ribs. Doing it much longer is going to have even worse medical affects on me.
So I’m asking my Trekkie family for some help. If all you can do is reblog? AWESOME. And if you can donate ANY amount, no matter how small, it’ll help. Thank you all for making this blog so amazingly fun to run. LLAP.
UPDATE: I have a consult date set for November 20th. They said that I could get surgery a month after that date but I still only have 20% of the funds raised.
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