OK, must share this: [link]
So awesome.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Fuck This Thing In Particular cat.
Yes! That is me!
I am sad about Leonard Nimoy.
I see the dress as white and gold, but after having read comments from people who said they scrolled down reading the comments and then the dress had changed color when they scrolled back up, I tried staring at mostly white screen and then at the dress. Then it was blue and gray, but when I looked away and looked back, it went back to yellow and white. This is, seriously, a lesson in having other people look at photos you're putting on the web.
My favorite comment was from a scientist who studies color vision whom Vice interviewed [link]
Now I'm going to spend the rest of my life working on this. I thought I was going to cure blindness, but now I guess I'll do this.
I was smugly going "the dress is white/gold people, deal with it." I saw dozens of pictures, always white/gold. I happened on a moderately scientific article that explained the options, with the white/gold picture at the top. Read through the options, remembered I don't have red/green colorblindness, scrolled back up to the top without changing the angle of my screen or the position of how I'm sitting--AND THE DAMNED DRESS HAD CHANGED COLOR!!! I scrolled back down and back up, changed screens, blinked real hard, told my brain "It was white/gold all day yesterday and up to 5 minutes ago, what are you doing!"
I do not like this. I trust my brain to tell me where I am in the world, and it just punked me. Do not like.
ION, I did the taxes this morning with H&R Block. Instead of owing $6000 for the lease money, it's only $2000. I'm thinking they were figuring I'd be filing single when they gave me that figure last year, but I can't think why.
The experience was bittersweet, because it pretty much marks the end of my official existence as a married woman. From here on out, unless weirdness happens, I'm officially single.
It still makes me very angry to have to check a "single" box on any form. It is not how I think of myself.
To me, it always looks gold and white on Buzzfeed, but in a crummy grayish sort of way that makes it simultaneously look like it's more a problem with the photo than the actual color of the dress; on FB, it usually looks blue and black (though the one definitively blue-black picture I showed to Matilda as a test, she instantly said -- I hadn't told her what color(s) it might be or asked her *which*, just *what* -- "Gold and white, of course!"); on other sites it looks either, variously and randomly (but the white/gold always looks a little off and bleachy and bad-ebay-photo-y.
Except that it never changes - I can scroll up or scroll down or go to another tab and back again, in different lights at different angles, but whatever color set I saw first is the same color set I see on that particular screen every time. My rods and cones are clearly quite stubborn.
ION, the reply all function for a recent email chain about noise level management in our open office has led a lot of 60something doctors to discover the pleasure of digressive conversation about anything and everything non-work-related, so someone else is setting up a "chat" email chain so the rest of us can get actual work done. If someone busts out cilantro or the Oxford comma, they will have officially recreated Natter.
I think the dress' actual color must be blue, because it clearly comes secondhand after being worn by the Devil. [link]
The article I read said the real dress is blue/black and had a separate picture of what looked like the dress, and it was blue/black. Maybe that's what tripped my brain. Every picture I see now is blue/black. I feel betrayed, and I want to see the white/gold again so I can compare.
In Leonard Nimoy news, NPR news put his death as the lead story before the possible closure of Homeland Security. I felt it appropriate.
RIP Leonard Nimoy. I'm glad I got to meet Bill Shatner earlier this month; now I feel like I got lucky.