I hope Barbie is so good and successful it makes every executive that’s turned everything bright and fun made for young girls into edgy boring teen dramas for the last ten years spontaneously combust into flames
wait americans can just. buy massive bottles of ibuprofen what the fuck
ONE THOUSAND TABLETS. ONE THOUSAND OF THEM??? im jealous we only get like 16
when you’re on here like ‘mmm yummy five ibuprofen make headache go away’ you’re not struggling with little packets you’re just straight chugging that shit what the fuck
i imagine its compensation for not actually having healthcare
I mean this is kinda literally true.
It’s what people take for their RSIs they get from working two jobs that wear their bodies down, and insurance won’t pay for much if any physical therapy, which can’t stop you from getting another injury anyway, and doctors hate prescribing other shit that works better because everyone’s apparently an addict-in-waiting.
It’s what people take for blazing headaches your doctor refuses to take seriously, or doesn’t want to medicate. Or for other pain they can’t find a reason for and thus verify, so they don’t want to give you anything else that works.
It’s what you take for the tooth pain until you either save the money for the dentist or it breaks enough to become an emergency which is SOMETIMES covered by medical insurance that doesn’t otherwise offer dental.
It’s what you take when you just feel like nonspecific shit, and it helps, either because placebo effect, or because the constant stress of living a shit life elevates your cortisol to batshit levels and ibuprofen brings the inflammation down just a bit. Or maybe it stops some sort of pain you’re so used to you don’t really notice it. You can’t tell anymore.
But you can buy 1000 ibuprofen and it will last you and your partner over a year, which is a lot cheaper than any other remedy, and getting a shitton makes life easier because you aren’t having to buy more every ten minutes.
Congrats, if you live in the USA, Dr. Ibuprofen is one of your first line medical professionals. And damn if she ain’t better than any of the others you can afford.
Uhh IDK how to tell you this but Jesus Christ no, they aren’t 10 mg, that’s ANT PISS. I have a bottle of 200 mg by my bed and another huge bottle in the living room, and you take them two at a time if it’s kinda-sorta bad (old tendon injury you couldn’t afford to have fixed so it’s fucked for the rest of your life is acting up and you need to bring the inflammation down so you can walk for six or eight hours) and four at a time if the doctor says so (day after surgery, major dental, or you need a hammer dose to knock some pain back before maintenance dosing) and we like it that way because we can hardly get other meds without dogfighting for it. Yeah, you only do this a couple or maybe three times a day for as short a stint as you can tolerate, but it’s way more than 10 mg LMAO. That wouldn’t help a cat scratch.
Like you don’t wanna do this for a long time, but also, sometimes your physical therapy ran out and you don’t have a choice until next year’s six to ten appointments kick in.
EDIT:
Wal Mart. $15.
Your local pharmacy technician here to say that ibuprofen typically comes in 200mg capsules or tablets. Prescription versions can come in 400, 600, or 800 mg tabs. The most you should take is 800mg every 8 hours (or three times a day). That’s the highest amount I’ve ever seen prescribed. You shouldn’t go over that amount.
So if you’re getting the otc version, the most you should take at once is 4 tabs/caps.
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Hey Neil! I don't know if you've seen this person's blog or not, but @elizamaru creates these FANTASTIC portraits of Crowley and Aziraphale, and I really think you would appreciate them.
“As early as the 1920s, researchers giving IQ tests to non-Westerners realized that any test of intelligence is strongly, if subtly, imbued with cultural biases… Samoans, when given a test requiring them to trace a route form point A to point B, often chose not the most direct route (the “correct” answer), but rather the most aesthetically pleasing one. Australian aborigines find it difficult to understand why a friend would ask them to solve a difficult puzzle and not help them with it. Indeed, the assumption that one must provide answers alone, without assistance from those who are older and wiser, is a statement about the culture-bound view of intelligence. Certainly the smartest thing to do, when face with a difficult problem, is to seek the advice of more experienced relatives and friends!”
— Jonathan Marks - Anthropology and the Bell Curve (via leofarto)
I was reading an interesting article years ago about collective memory. There have been a lot of thinkpieces over the years about how humans are getting lazier and worse at remembering things thanks to technology. There’s a tendency, particularly in the western world, to behave as if memorization was all people did prior to the internet.
But outside of artificial school test-taking environments, human beings have always relied on the collective memory of their close peers to keep track of information. Anyone who’s ever worked clothing retail knows that no single employee has the location of every item in the store memorized, but as long as you have enough people working the floor, nobody will ever have to waste time searching for an item because at least one employee is bound to remember which rack it’s on.
TL&DR - brains were never designed to function in isolation.
Testing the intelligence of an individual in an isolation is never going to give you an accurate idea of a person’s true intellectual potential.
TL&DR TL&DR
Two (or more) heads is better than one.
My maternal grandfather was a math professor at the City University of New York. He died before I was born, but he passed a key bit of wisdom to my mother, and she passed it on to me:
The important thing is not knowing the answer, it’s knowing how to find the answer.
It our era of text and alphabets, that’s often knowing how to look something up. But for most of human existence, there were no alphabets. So knowing how to find the answer meant finding the person who knew the answer.
Update: Legolas’ pupils are about 3.5 cm wide each. Now drawing kawaii Legolas on physics assignment.
And they told you science was no fun.
Science!
I’m going to do it. I’m going to hand it in.
Legolas’s pupil size isn’t the problem here, though. 5 leagues is 17.262 miles. The curvature of the Earth means that for a person of average height, the visual horizon is less than three miles away. Even if your vision is telescopic and the atmosphere is perfectly clear, you can’t see around the planet. If they were standing on a hill, it would have to be at LEAST 198 feet above sea level in order to see the horizon at 17.2 miles away, with nothing tall in between. Which, knowing Rohan, isn’t impossible.
But consider: Elven satellite eyeballs.
you mean like
@sidereanuncia it’s back, the post that I can only imagine haunts your nightmares
I shall never find peace.
Also, for what it’s worth, there’s absolutely no reason to believe that the curvature of Middle Earth is the same as that of Earth.
There’s no evidence that Middle Earth curves.
Yeah there is. The Silmarillion states that the world was curved after the fall of Numenor (I believe), preventing access to Valinor. But Elves (among others) can travel the straight path across it.
So middle earth is round, but not for Elves because magic.
So wait, the reason he can see that far is because Elves just have the ability to ignore the curve of the earth? That’s awesome. It also means that no matter how good your optics got, you would always want elf eyes manning the spyglass because they can see arbitrarily far while everybody else is limited by this ‘horizon’ bullshit.
Oh thank God, my poor elf prince has seen too much in this post
Elves are flat-earthers
This post went from amusing to horrifying, to be brought back down to amusing, sprinkled in with some cannon explanation, and then you leave me here in fucking outrage
