Today in niche genres of joke that I can never get enough of and will probably still be secretly thinking about four years later
thinking about that kakapo egg that got crushed but the conservation team patched it up and it survived
life will persist against all odds
For those who don’t follow kakapo conservation, they are critically endangered parrots who only breed on years where the rimu tree they rely on meet a certain threshold of fruit production. One breeding season in 4 years can be typical, and about half of all eggs laid by kakapo are infertile (they still aren’t completely certain why, it could be a recent population bottleneck) so each fertile egg is worth its weight in gold.
This was one of only 5 fertile eggs laid on the Whenua Hou island population in the 2014 breeding season and it got crushed by its mother on accident. It was mended with glue and tape and incubated by the rangers until hatching.
At 150 days old kakapo chicks are officially added to the population total and given a unique name, until then they are given their mother’s name and a number for birth order laid in the clutch. This chick was known as Lisa-one before officially being given the name Ruapuke by local indigenous Ngai Tahu people.Here he is grown up:
This is adorable, and also anything kakapo will never NOT remind me of Mark Carwardine being.. . I'll go with "romanced" while Stephen Fry narrates.
So THIS is why "Crowley STOP" is trending on my Twitter feed...!
...Sorry, I can't stop laughing. What a fabulous piece of trolling. :)
If you want to see (links to) the source on Twitter, they're over here.
(wanders off chortling) ...I need more tea.
ETA: I know that the jury’s out on whether the people posting this on Twitter were trolling or not. @petermorwood’s take on it convinced me: “Too good-humored for real Christians of that particular stripe. Not enough venom.”
But if it’s not trolling, the right thing to do is laugh at it. And if it is trolling, the right thing to do is laugh at it. So we may as well invoke Korzybski’s Stipulation — “a difference that makes no difference, is no difference”— and just go back to the laughing. 😏
HA! Oh yes, definitely not real.
I saw somebody be wrong on the internet and I didn’t respond (don’t want to get involved) and I’m being SO brave about it
I should never have made this post because now every time it gets a new note I’m reminded of how wrong that one person on the internet was.
reblog to remind them how wrong that one person on the internet was
THEY WERE SO WRONG. ON THE INTERNET.
What were they wrong about?
NO I AM BEING SO BRAVE ABOUT IT
Meanwhile, I just wrote a Novel and posted it because someone was Wrong On the Internet. But I didn't tag them or respond directly, so probably nobody will ever see it! Can I get like a quarter star?
So I was originally going to respond to a post about the wga and sag-aftra strike by A Beloved Author Popular on Tumblr, but it's responding to a non-anonymous ask, and said author is discouraging piling on, so I will JUST SAY that:
There is every difference in the world between a person making art in their free time/as a side job/as a hobby (especially while they're working their way up to getting paid the real moneys for this) and a person working an art-based job that is SUPPOSED to pay a reasonable amount of money, but does not because CEOs are greedy. Writing for a TV show? Usually a FULL TIME JOB. Acting, ditto. Yeah, sometimes a person will pop in for a few hours and then be done, but frequently we are talking about considerably more than 40 hours a week. They shouldn't be paid less for these hours because it's not "real work" like physical labor.
Also does that extend to other non-"blue collar" jobs? When I was dreaming about spread sheets and worsening my eyes and back crouching over a screen in data entry, was that also not work enough to count as work? Where do you draw the line, o arbiter of What Counts As Work?
And for the fucking record, no, having a degree in fine arts does NOT qualify you to make that distinction. And having a high IQ DEFINITELY doesn't, since that just measures that you are good at memorizing and regurgitating information in a specific type of testing scenario, not that you are smarter than the rest of us, which you clearly think you are.
For the record, I am not actually now, nor have I ever been, a professional artist of any sort. I decided against it a long time ago, largely because it's so damn hard to make a living doing so. But I stand with the striking workers, because work is work and you should always get fucking paid for it, even if some people think the kind of work you're doing is lesser. I certainly can't imagine deciding that when someone has finally managed to climb the slippery pole of bullshit and knowing the right people and sheer dumb luck and managed to get paid for their art, that they should be paid less because Captain High IQ had to work a blue-collar job and so should they.
In conclusion- BITE ME MENSA BOY.
#wga strike#solidarity#workers rights#artists are still workers#iq tests are garbage#fight me on this i will die on this hill#sometimes you read a thing and it just makes you so mad you have to write a novel in response#sag-aftra strike#pay your writers#pay your actors#pay your everyone#i don't care what color your collar is#just pay people#my iq score is FUCK YOU how bout that
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when i was a teenager it felt very revolutionary to be cruel to myself. like some kind of slow passive protest against how much everything hurt. i starved myself of sleep and food and tenderness because it felt right. it felt sharp and angry and radical and i wanted to be those things. adulthood is the realisation that the world is already working to cut into you well before you learn how to do it yourself. caring for yourself and others is the real protest
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Michelle K, I Know I Deserve More
The only choices I can never bring myself to make are the ones where you insult Kim.
Since Tiktok and other social media are removing videos of the Montgomery Alabama Riverwalk Brawl.
A bunch of white people were just looking for an excuse to jump a Black person. They parked where they weren't supposed to, and when a Black security guard was just doing his job asking them to move, the white boat owner punched him, and that gave them an excuse with several other white men jumping him (idk if they were in the same group, but they clearly saw a white guy punching a black guy as an invitation to jump him) They were on him for... 10-20 seconds before other Black people in the area got there to help protect him?
They took that song "Try that in a small town" too literally, and it didn't work out well for them.
"Oh, why you making it about race. This sounds like a race thing." Because black guys come up on a bunch of white people jumping a black guy in what is very clearly race-based violence, and how the hell do you expect them to know which white people are on their side? Any white people that are on their side read the room and stayed back (literally you see a couple white guys trying to support the black man in the beginning and the moment they realized what was going down they stuck to the side lines).
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Good Omens/Mitski (largely Season 2, I'm afraid)
So, like all right-thinking people, I obviously love that Hozier is the unofficial songstress of Good Omens, but I have been on a MAJOR Mitski kick recently, and the combinations with Good Omens are killing me (in a good way). To Wit:
I don't need the world to see That I've been the best I can be, but I don't think I could stand to be Where you don't see me- Francis Forever
I need something bigger than the sky Hold it in my arms and know it's mine Just how many stars will I need to hang around me To finally call it heaven?- Remember My Name
I guess, I guess, I guess this is the end I'll have to learn to be somebody else It’s been you and me since before I was me Without you, I don't yet know quite how to live- I Guess
And I don't want your pity, I just want somebody near me Guess I'm a coward, I just want to feel alright And I know no one will save me, I just need someone to kiss Give me one good honest kiss and I'll be alright- Nobody
I always thought the choice was mine And I was right, but I just chose wrong I start the day lying and end with the truth That I'm dying for the knife- Living for The Knife
I know that I ended it, but Why won't you chase after me? You know me better than I do So why didn't you stop me?- Why Didn't You Stop Me
Thinking that's where you loved me, that's where you loved me- That's Our Lamp
I know. I'm sorry. BUT, NEVER FORGET: I will take good care of you, I will take good care of you Everything you feel is good if you would only let you I will wash your hair at night and dry it off with care I will see your body bare and still I will live here So stay with me, hold my hand There's no need to be brave And all the quiet nights you bear, seal them up with care No one needs to know they're there, for I will hold them for you
I feel like a lot of people don’t quite get what a butler is. The role tends to get rounded off to ‘male servant’ pretty regularly in some media, whereas actually butlers are typically not just servants but chief servants. The butler was generally in charge of either all male servants or just all servants, period, in the household of an aristocrat or other very wealthy person. This meant that butlers have often been fairly powerful and influential people, and sometimes even had a manservant or two of their own.
(Also, fun fact: Mary Roberts Rinehart, the early 20th century mystery writer who is widely credited with popularizing the whole ‘the butler did it’ trope was nearly murdered by one of her own servants, a chef whom she had passed over for promotion to butler. He came at her with a pistol, but it jammed, allowing her chauffeur time to wrestle it away and restrain him.)
You didn’t answer the key question things brings up: did she popularize the trope before or after the would-be butler tried to kill her?
according to wikipedia, before
There’s something glorious about the fact that the author who popularised “the butler did it” had a servant who a) failed to become the butler and then b) failed to do it.
If he’d been butler material, he’d have finished the job.
This is delightful, but also
So my ridiculous wife was having trouble sleeping, so she looked up weaving patterns for the tartan blanket Gabriel is wearing (as one does) and pointed out to me a Thing I had not noticed! Which I'm sure everyone else has already seen, but just in case: Gabriel is NOT given his Heavenly Dress tartan. It's different, with a teal stripe. However, when Aziraphale gives the holy water to Crowley (and when he changes his collar during the swap), it IS his tartan. Because you only share your tartan with your family, and I just...AGH. They are so sweet and in love. (and so very deeply stupid, of course)
isn't Newsies based on a real, actual, historical event?
the newsboys' strike of 1899?
sir the liberals didn't change something that happened 124 years ago
This reminds me of the tweet where someone was complaining that Rage Against the Machine had suddenly become woke, and internet responding with "what machine do you think they were raging against? The toaster?"
Newsflash, ding-dongs: a LOT of popular media has ALWAYS been proudly anti-authority and anti-establishment (even if some of the artists involved have gotten conservative in their old, rich, successful days).
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Reblog if you’re 30 or older
This is an experiment to see if there really are as few of us as people think.You can also use this to freak out your followers who think you’re 25 or something. Yay!
…Older. :)
Dogpark oversharing led me here
So, I was taking my dog to the dog park, because she's only 2 years old and has way too much energy. Here is a picture of her, because I may not know much about the interwebs but everyone likes dog pics.
Her name is Starina (she is named after the drag queen character Nathan Lane plays in the Birdcage, obviously).
Was chatting with a dog walker about...well, dogs, which is all I usually discuss in the dog park. There are a fair amount of people in my neighborhood who are...let's go with not near me on the political spectrum, so I tend to be a bit taciturn (which is clearly strange for me), but this woman was clearly younger and seemed cool, so I started talking about other stuff. (It's also worth noting that my wife has been out of town for several days and Star, while a delightful companion in many ways, isn't great at the chatting).
Next thing I know, we've bonded over having the same bad brain cocktail (depression, anxiety, a wee bit of PTSD), being hospitalized for it, family trauma, and our respective jokes about same (she calls it lizard brain, I call them my brain weasels). It was lovely! But also I was like, ok, I need to interact with humans other than my wife and the, like, 3 friends I ever have the energy to see.
I even found at her name. Eventually. As we were leaving.
Socializings is weird.
NEW THINGS ARE SCARY
Oh dear, I seem to have Joined a Social Media.
Be kind to me, I am old and easily confused and have only ever used facebook to look up people's birthdays, and that twitter I used to livestream a pornographic film I watched by accident. I don't even know how to change my icon and things yet. But I will figure it out!
Hello, intarwebs.