I do think some olds (as always, defined as anybody older than I am) do suffer from serious nominal illusion, and fail to mentally adjust for inflation when they compare the plight of The Kids Today with the horrors of their youths. Awhile back I saw some academic blogger deriding her undergraduates for their absurd expectations that they should make $40K year at their first job. And, you know what? Maybe today that is an absurd expectation, but while that could be a sober assessment of the current state of affairs, it’s more importantly an observation about the fact that things are totally fucked up and bullshit.
 
I graduated from a mediocre (in reputation and ranking, not knocking it) state school in 1993. Damn straight students expected that they could earn TWENTY FOUR THOUSAND DOLLARS annually at their first jobs, which is what $40K today would have been then. I’m not saying all students did. We graduated into a recession, and things don’t always work out as they should, but nobody at that time thought TWENTY FOUR THOUSAND DOLLARS was some absurd amount of money for someone just out of college to earn. It was pretty much the minimum of what people expected. 40 hours/week 50 weeks/year is 12 bucks per hour. And I haven’t even mentioned how much cheaper tuition was then…
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historical-nonfiction:

poorchoicesweremade:

historical-nonfiction:

When London Bridge was shipped to Arizona in 1968, it was classified by United States Customs as a “large antique”

The guy who bought it actually thought it was the Tower Bridge he was buying.

I do not know the sources on this, but if it were true, wouldn’t it be cool?

No, the guy who bought it knew damn well what bridge he was buying, he came out to see it and everything as part of figuring out how to ship the damn thing and where he was going to put it.

historical-nonfiction:

poorchoicesweremade:

historical-nonfiction:

When London Bridge was shipped to Arizona in 1968, it was classified by United States Customs as a “large antique”

The guy who bought it actually thought it was the Tower Bridge he was buying.

I do not know the sources on this, but if it were true, wouldn’t it be cool?

No, the guy who bought it knew damn well what bridge he was buying, he came out to see it and everything as part of figuring out how to ship the damn thing and where he was going to put it.

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Dear God, Why: An Evening With Catching Fire

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Me: Okay, I finished The Hunger Games, and now I’m going to go about my business like a normal person and pick up the next book when I have time. 
Catching Fire: ~Welcome to the Hotel California~
Me: What? 
Catching Fire: ~Last thing I remember, I was running for the door~
Me: Dude, what the hell. You skipped the rest of the chorus.
Catching Fire: ~I had to find the passage to the place I was before~
Me: Okay, I get it. You’re really cute. Shut up now. 
Catching Fire: ~Relax, said the nightman, we are programmed to receive~
Me: STOP SINGING
Catching Fire: ~You can check out any time you like, but you can never leaaaaaaaaave~
Me: If you weren’t an ebook, I would set you on fire.
Catching Fire: Speaking of which, Ray Bradbury called. He wants his dystopian future back. 

A word of advice, guys: any book whose siren song is Hotel California is a book you want to avoid. These novels aren’t Tiffany twisted; they’re just twisted. TWISTED AND EVIL AND AFTER MY SOUL. With that said, please feel free to enjoy the follow-up to my Hunger Games recap, with a special guest appearance from George Cooper from the Tortall books! As before, this is very much intended to be tongue-in-cheek; I actually had trouble putting this together, because these books are HARD TO MOCK due to darkness. Mockingjay is going to be a bitch to do, but I promise I’ll try. 

Catching Fire: A Recap

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