What's One Drop To An Ocean?

Me everytime my girlfriend starts talking about her interest EXCEPT I wanna top her.

listened to them rant abt nerdy things for like over an hour and im just like sitting there with hearts in my eyes like pleaseeee top me top me top me top me

"AND ANOTHER THING" im taking my shirt off

Oh and also, if I’m wrong at it does not say “the numbers” then maybe the falling down is connected to home, seeing as it has a giant hole below it, and also how the playfellow exhibition started developing a hole of it’s own too after the WH memorabilia was shipped to them. 

Welcome home vinyl restoration

Ok so, in the merchandise page there is this horribly damaged vinyl that plays in a video, and I thought there was probably something behind it and so i tried restoring it and i got to this point.

My guess to what this says is:

<unkown person, perhaps Alex> :"Someone's there [humming in tune] on a summer's day!"

[moment of pause]

<unkown person 2> :"Alex (?) numbers (?) are falling DOWN, DOWN, DOWN!"

<sounds like Julie here> :"Oh jeez! I'm gonna fetch the tomatoes" [kinda out of place but that's what it sounds and we know Frank and Julie were growing tomatoes in the yard, so something with that?]

If we follow the numbers given on the page these vinyls are from 1970 to 1972, and we are assuming by what is said in the main page welcome home was pulled from television in 1974, so perhaps the "numbers are falling down" is referring to the show loosing viewers?

This is the original audio i managed to get, inc ase you wanna try your hand at recovering it too.

Sorry if both these audios are kinda weird I did them in VLC media player.

Another interesting thing about this audio is the spectrogram, which has some weird artifacts

Now some of these are normal, for example:

^ This bands are where the character's voices are, and all the different stripes one over the other are the notes at which they talk or sing at and their resonant frequencies.

This on the other hand is the part between 20khz and 5khz, which is mainly static and a weird non repeating humming. This makes me think that these weird signs actually mean something, maybe morse, or maybe something else completely.

I invite you to try download the audio and look at the spectrogram yourself, to try and see what you get.

Also tell me what you hear in the restored audio! who know maybe you have better ideas than mine.

Until next time, don't forget to wave up high!

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YES, absolutely! And it's sooo exhausting having to always be the bigger person, having to teach my friends how I work, having to try and be compassionate and not have my anger get to me! But it's not easy! Because I am angry! I am so, so angry! At transphobes, at people who call themselves "centrists" and say we should look for a compromise, when comprimse means reclusion at best, and even "allies" who just refuse to understand, refuse to accept my pain and instead keep saying I should learn to use my pain. What does that even mean? It means that my pain is only welcome if it makes me better, stronger as a person and doesn't incovenience anyone. That's what that means.

You know what? I'm fucking done! I didn't work so fucking hard to get what I have to be treated like a baby, like someone who just needs to be stronger or who isn't worth fighting for. Fuck all of you, bastards, saints, purists and "well meaning people". Suck my clit and suffocate.

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The only correct way to talk to transbians:

Compliment them immediately. Doesn’t matter if it’s their outfit, their voice, their eyes—just make sure they know they’re hot. Bonus points if they get flustered.

Use their yearnings as a second language. If you’re not at least a little dramatic about how breathtakingly beautiful they are and how you’d absolutely perish if they so much as brushed their fingers against your cheek, are you even trying?

Tease them just enough to make them squirm. A little playful banter, a well-placed “Oh? You like that?” and suddenly they’re blushing and looking away, which is exactly the desired outcome.

Be gay. Be so gay. Every sentence should be at least 30% flirting, 50% sapphic pining, and 20% sheer lesbian chaos.

Remind them they’re gorgeous, wanted, and absolutely irresistible. Because they are. And they should know it.

I'm honesyly so tempted to just start Happy Sugar Life just so I can understand these posts

satou getting pissed off that she can never win arguments since everyone else has the trump card of bringing up the fact that she's a pedophile which is ofc their fault and not hers, in fact why are they so judgmental about her lifestyle choices, and furthermore,