Interfaces, displays, screens, panels, targeting computers, that kind of thing—from STAR WARS (1977).
I have two sons
One literally and legally mine and the other I am blessed to borrow sometimes from my brother and neighbor Travis Edwards
One is biologically mine
He looks like me
He has the same eyes
Same wise-ass personality
The other has been our neighbor since both sons were 3 years old
He does not look like me
He is a more serious boy
He has a shy smile that still lights a room
He has a strong sense of right and wrong
Both boys have massive hearts and couldn’t imagine the melanin distribution between them being something even worth considering.
I’d tear a man’s head clean off for harming either of them
I’ve kissed both goodnight more times than I can count, wiped away tears, and even scolded both when necessary…that’s what you do when raising little men.
I worry about both sons.
I worry they will get thier hearts broken by girls (they will)
I worry they will fail (they will)
I worry they will make poor decisions (they will)
But lately I worry about Sammy a little extra.
I worry that he won’t be judged by the content of his character, but by the color of his skin. (If that last bit wasn’t familiar, please study history more…we need you)
I worry that some chicken-hearted coward with or without a badge will harm him out of irrational fear or insecurity
I am angry
I am frustrated that I don’t know what to do to make their adult world better
I’m angrier that I can’t make my adult world better
But, I’ll keeping on loving on these two and any others God puts in my path in hope that my love creates a ripple in the ocean of thier lives.
And I hope that ripple turns into a tsunami of love and good fortune for them so that long after I am gone, both sons will look back and know that they were deeply loved by a flawed, and very human man who did his best to fight injustice and stand up to wrong when he saw it. I hope they will too.
If you got this far, thank you.
Can I ask a small favor?
Would you share this post?
I’d like to see it make the rounds.
A lot of folks need to know that someone who looks like me can and does love someone who looks like them.
link // https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aHUrAvKNF8s (collab w/ djcprod)
Okay I’ll admit this the was really awesome and a really well matched to the song and edited
That’s fucking tight.
*panting out of breath gasps in time to the beat*
I LIVE FOR THIS STUFF
fun fact a few months ago I showed this video to my 4 y/o brother and to this day he asks me to play the song (glitter and gold) because he is convinced it is “The Avengers Song™”
Stinky made me watch this twice.
While I can’t fault your reasoning on robot taxonomy, apparently we’re both wrong: Arwen, as much as she is a high-prey-drive animal, is foremost, a herding dog, and has decided that the Lawn Roomba is a SHEEP.
What happened is the lawn roomba belongs to the guy that does most of the maintainence on the neighborhood park, and he had it out grazing on a different section of lawn when my parents came down for a walk and Arwen was siezed by 200 years worth fo Kelpie Instincts, rolled out of her Harness and proceded to herd the shit out of this tiny, oblivious robot.
Everything was on display- mock-stalking, intimidating eye contact, barking, running in front of it to try to get it to balk, the scariest barking she can muster (which is actually. pretty scary if you’re not used to Loud Dogs), looking back at my parents for directions. or rather, looking at my Mom while Dad tried unsuccessuflly to capture her.
After about ten minutes they realized she wasn’t biting it, and decided to let her play Sheep Simulator 5000 for a while. She eventually figured out that
- It doesn’t respond to Yelling, Posturing or Aggressive Eye Contact
- It does respond to having it’s wheels or bump hazards hit
- It would respond to its side being nosed or slapped by moving in a different direction
Conent that this was apparently some kind of blind, deaf and particularly stupid sheep, she could now manage the robot by smacking it if it got too close to the creek bed or fence for her liking, and was eventually content to sit on the highest point of the field and Supervise ™ it.
“Hey.” Said Roger, owner of the robot. “Do you think if I put the ramp down she’ll herd it into the back of my pickup?”
Arwen was mostly asleep in the afternoon sun as roger put the ramp down but woke right up when mom Whistled, then pointed at the truck. She immediately went after the robot and did something that wouldn’t have occured to me, an allegedly more intelligent being: the robot is roughly triangular, and when it hits an obstacle, will change direction so that one of its other sides (rather than points) is now the ‘front’. So to get it to move in a straight line in the direction she wanted, Arwen would smack the two sides of the robot that she didn’t want it to go in in quick sucession, and got it across the field, over a small hill and up the ramp as fast as it’s clumsy little wheels could go.
“I didn’t know you had a fully-trained sheepdog!” Said Roger
“Me either.” said Mom.
So Arwen now has a Semi-Weekly Appointment to play with Sheepbot.
Of course it’s a prey animal it fucking eats GRASS
So one of my neighbors has a lawn Roomba or whatever they’re called, and this thing trundles around looking like a background robot in the background of the original trilogy, and ABSOLUTELY BAFFLING THE DOGS.
They have concluded, I think, that it’s some kind of prey animal because right after this video ended they decided to crouch down and stalk it, which means I’m 90% sure I’m going to have to stop Arwen from eating it at some point.
It’s a tough life. She figured out shes big enough to get in my chair. I dont think she quite had the slide figured out, though.
Hopping on the Vine compilation bandwagon, part 1/?
Oh god, I lost it at the Tim Hortons one.
I never saw the cheating test questions sequel before now and it did not disappoint.
It was a simpler time
This comp is a perfect mix of classics and hilarious ones that somehow I’ve never seen before