What is America’s obsession with Bill Nye the Science Guy I once said in class that I had never seen it and this girl yelled YOU’VE NEVER WATCHED BILL NYE and in 5 seconds flat half the class was screaming HOW COULD YOU HAVE NEVER WATCHED BILL NYE while the other half chanted BILL BILL BILL BILL
America is starting to sound like a cult tbh
#honestly if you’re not from the us #these people are not exaggerating #if you play the theme song to Americans of a certain age #they will unanimously freak out and start chanting #BILL BILL BILL BILL BILL
That’s because Bill did a children’s program in the 90′s that not only was progressive as fuck in its casting, but it was fun to watch and you actually learned something while enjoying yourself. Not to mention it didn’t talk down to its audience. Even as a grown ass adult I can sit down and watch an episode and relive some of the better memories of my school days.
But now, Bill Nye is so much more than that. He’s an activist for the scientific community. He’s got degrees in engineering. He’s a chemist. And he’s determined to stick to his guns about the scientific issues of today.
So the company I work for does an all expense paid outing once a year and this year we went zip-lining. We were allowed to bring one guest so I brought my brother. He was wearing his binding shirt cause he had gone on a date earlier that day. Normally this wouldn’t have been a problem but we had to hike a good bit to get to the zip-lines.
He already knew that he needed a new one because the one he had was causing him to have problems breathing and black out (he is getting a new one soon). He forgot to change out of it and the place was a good half hour from where we live.
So my family was panicking cause it would be a serious safety hazard for him to attempt the climb as was. I ended up volunteering to swap my bra with is binding shirt. Luckily it fit me more like a sports bra (yay for small breasts) so we were both able to enjoy the trip. I managed to last until the last zip-line before it became harder to breathe so I was able to rest soon after and cool down.
Moral of the story, always have a backup bra just in case (not really, seriously kids make sure those binders fit right).
Dogs are the literal best and let me tell you why.
When my parents are out of town, my pup Remmy sleeps downstairs with me. I don’t mind because the basement is chilly sometimes and he’s a fuzzy little space heater. But he always does this weird thing and I didn’t figure out why until last night.
I’m a stomach-sleeper, while the rest of my family are back-sleepers. So Remmy has taken up this very different behavior with me (my family says he doesn’t do it with them). It always takes me a while to settle down, but when I do, Remmy takes his head off of his paws and rests it square in the center of my back.
So I’m thinking, “What’s the point of that? It can’t be comfortable. It cranes his neck in a funny way, and besides, every time I breathe his head goes up and down. That’s a weird thing.” So I formulate a hypothesis, and test it.
Last night, I got comfortable, Remmy put his head on my back, I waited a while, then I held my breath. It took him a while to react, but when he did, he fuckin lost it. He started whining and yipping, and repeatedly licking my face and hands. And I was like oh my god.
Conclusion: my dog noticed that I slept in a way that was different from the rest of my family, thought “that kid is gonna die” and made sure that I never stopped breathing in the middle of the night.
Dogs are fuckin smart as hell. What a wonderful animal.
Apparently my director went to see a production of West Side Story a few years ago, and the guy playing Chino forgot his gun before coming out for his final scene. Once it got…
Because Why Not? 