Their Moana is very talented, and their Maui is a local newscaster whose daughters made him audition!
Rachel House still voices Grandma Tala, Temuera Morrison still voices the Chief, and Jemaine Clement still voices Tamatoa.
Rob Ruha and Jemaine Clement translated and rearranged the music so that the songs still worked while sung in a different language, which is super impressive.
this news is from earlier this year, you can now actually listen/watch the te reo version in clips on youtube now. this one is pretty exemplary of the original and new voice actors together! <3
I thought this was a joke but it’s not and I wish it were
Hell world
Whoops I appear to have left my extremely powerful rare earth magnet on top of Amazon alexa
Fear is knowing a new Alexa product is being developed.
Terror is knowing that it’s for landlords to control their units remotely, while being to see and hear everything in the rented space.
Horror is understanding that if a family is a few days late for rent/electricity/gas, this product will most likely cut off the services they may need to survive like WiFi access, stove/oven/microwave/fridge appliances having power, lights, medical devices that require electricity to function, etc.
deep horror is knowing that these devices will probably be set to unlock doors remotely allowing cops and abusers into the homes of marginalized people, these devices will probably have sensors to check how many people live in the home vs on the lease, probably will have some way or reporting that the residents are “breaking the lease” ie: loud music, having overnight guests, parties, or just people doing normal human shit and having it seen as a “violation”
Hope is knowing these things have the network security equivalent of a sign that says “please do not hack me” over an open door.
If your landlord ever tries to force you to use Alexa, and you have little to no technical or programming expertise, it’s time to make your very own Faraday cage.
“What is a Faraday cage?” you might ask. “How will it help me defeat Big Sister Alexa?”
Easy answer: a Faraday cage blocks EM waves. WiFi, the thing Alexa needs to do anything of use at all? That’s a type of EM wave.
I know, I know, “Faraday cage” sounds like it’ll take 47727372 hours with a welder, right? Wrong!
A simple Faraday cage that anyone can make is as easy as a cardboard box with as many layers of heavy-duty aluminum foil as you can stand to coat the box with. I usually do about 5 layers because that number is easy to remember, but if you’re paranoid or simply need more layers you are more than welcome to add as many layers as necessary to keep Alexa at bay. I think the average is about 4-6 layers.
Hilariously, I actually learned this technique from those crazy prepper types. Which, ironically, is why I know it works. (Not to mention I tested it myself by wrapping my phone in foil and seeing if my roommate could call or message me.)
If your landlord notices, they will not receive any warning or notification that you tampered with Alexa- because you didn’t. All they will notice is that they can’t communicate with that particular Alexa device (because it will be “offline”, aka not sending or receiving signals).
A box is also easily hideable in case of surprise visits from the landlord or anyone else who might report you to your landlord, accidentally or on purpose. Just pop the bitch out, restart it (or don’t, this just clears any other hitches from the system) and it should behave normally.
Additionally, most landlords have the general tech expertise of an orangutan with a headset, so technical hitches are relatively easy to handwave with a good ol’ “Fire is scary and Edison and Tesla were witches”. Basically, if they question you about why Alexa suddenly is or isn’t working, shrug and say that it must have suddenly either just gone out or come back (depending on the situation), but that you didn’t do anything to it because you don’t know anything about that sort of tech and that you didn’t want to mess with it out of fear you would break it.
Note: Remember, Big Sister is always listening! If you wish to put the bitch in a Faraday cage, remember not to discuss it where Big Sister can hear you!
growing Giant Pumpkins is an intense and highly competitive practice as growers produce larger and larger pumpkins every year and enter them in various competitions.
the largest pumpkins currently top a ton in weight, and seeds from these prize-winning goliaths can sell for hundreds of dollars apiece proving there is indeed such a thing as a Pedigree Pumpkin.
Did you know that in Oregon there is a boat race where the boats are pumpkins? It’s called the Giant Pumpkin Regatta and it looks like this:
Damariscotta Maine also has a pumpkin regatta, most are like the picture above where paddles are the propelling force but a special section has engines attached to the pumpkins
the pumpkinfest also gives out giant pumpkin seeds (for free!) for people to grow. During the festival you can see the racers construct their boats
I can’t believe Cassandra had to pay Varric an extra 7 bucks for him to include Sebastian in his story.
Varric: oh dear, I meant to tell you all about the Disney prince slash priest in training with the dreamy blue eyes and the scottish brogue but I’m having trouble remembering the details - maybe some gold pieces will help jog my memory?
Cassandra: Dwarf. He cannot be that important to Hawke’s story if you’ve gotten this far without ever mentioning him. Do you mean to tell me he was there all along and you just forgot about him?
Varric: All right, Seeker, if that’s what you want. I guess you don’t want to hear about the tragic death of his family and his struggle to let go of the quest for vengance so he can become a priest, while he’s also struggling to resist a forbidden attraction to our hero Hawke that he can never act on?
Cassandra: *digging through pockets frantically like the romantic nerd she actually is* wait tell me more
While out on my adventures the other day, I stopped at the farmers market to get some of their exceptional peach cider and a group of four college age girls all got out of an SUV, dressed somewhat identically (white face mask, gray or white top, dark bottoms, uggs) and headed up to the barn.
One of them shouted ‘PUMPKIN’ and pointed to one of the 90lb pumpkins they had out front and all of them ran to see it up close, taking turns with their phones to get a selfie each.
They were absolutely overjoyed to see pumpkins, turning every squash they could find over and over and taking pictures of it. They must have taken a hundred photos total.
It is entirely possible that this was their first time visiting a farm.
So I got my gallon of cider, some honey, and some fudge and those girls were in the line, each with a pumpkin held about belly height like they were six months pregnant with it.
Well… sort of.
Three of them were in line like that and the fourth of them ran up with a package of fudge. “Ladies look! Pumpkin Spice Fudge!”
“Oh my god where??”
So two of them went back to the fudge and got more fudge, got back in line.
Then another one went missing and came back with a bag. “Oh my god! Pumpkin Spice Popcorn???”
“I didnt think you could DO that!!”
“Where???
"Girls, we need a cart!”
This happened ad hominem until I think they had every single pumpkin spice item in the barn: soap, candles, taffy, cakes, breads, mixes… it filled a cart and was easily $300 worth of pumpkin spice stuff plus their pumpkins and they were so excited to have it all. It was treasure. It was a bounty. They had hunted well and their stores would be stocked for the winter.
And on the one hand I’m rolling my eyes because pumpkin spice is just… cinnamon, nutmeg, and clove. But on the other hand.. they were so excited.
Like they were so excited to see pumpkins in a place that grows pumpkins and not at a grocery store and I suppose the takeaway is:
May you find unequaled joy in something as simple as a pumpkin in a place where pumpkins grow.
normalize my 12th grade English teacher, who admitted that his favorite TV show was Buffy the Vampire Slayer, and when a male student suggested that it was because Buffy/Sarah Michelle Gellar was hot, wrinkled his face like he’d bitten into something rotten and dead, and said, “At my age (he was 53), there is nothing less sexy than a teenager. You’re all disgusting messes.”
It was 1999, I was 17, and I’d grown up in conservative Christian schools and churches. In my life I’d heard heard dozens of sermons from male preachers and teachers and even some older students, whining about how hard it was to be a dude and not commit the sin of thinking sexual thoughts, and how they needed women to wear long skirts and cover their bodies to objectify them
and my bitter, misanthropic, atheist Brit Lit teacher, who hated my class because he was obsessed with teaching Huckleberry Finn but got stuck with Shakespeare and Jane Austen, was the first, and this day the last man I have ever heard articulate a rebuttal from the depths of his soul to the idea that it was normal for teenage girls to be desirable to middle aged men
so im trying to decipher this chart on wikipedia that has common vampire weaknesses in it and
a ‘green/yes’ is a weakness, a ‘red/no’ is something that isnt a weakness, and a ‘?’ is something that has never been addressed but fucking riddle me this
in what lore are vampires weak to getting soggy in milk
i scrolled over to check to see what this could possibly be and
places a hand on me cheek
happy halloween month time for my favourite post of all time
