I cannot express how much I adore dappled shadows formed by sunlight in paintings and photography and in real life
I also adore how this pattern has manifested itself in the form of camouflage for some species
The echo of those same dappled shadows that we paint in our art is genetically coded into a baby’s fur in order to keep her safe. A beautiful thing.
(Photos by Joel Sartore)
MEAN TO HIM!!!
Brachycephalus are… special creatures. They exemplify the rule that ultra-miniaturised animals undergo major morphological remodelling. In their case, this has resulted in unprecedented changes to the otic capsule, which has apparently caused them to lose hearing, as well as attitude control after jumping.
But tbh they’re a pretty successful genus in terms of species diversity, and can apparently be locally abundant. So they’re clearly good at what they are adapted for. That strange jumping strategy might even be advantageous, if, for instance, it makes your would-be predator pee themselves laughing and forget that you were supposed to be their next meal.
“This historic proposed rule will advance justice for people with disabilities and help ensure they are not subjected to discrimination under any program or activity receiving funding from HHS just because they have a disability.”
Holy shit, this is huge. Like, so huge.
Reminder that other countries don't have "pre-existing conditions" that they can claim as a reason to deny coverage or treatment; that's just your medical history.
Adding this to the file of "Things to pull out when it gets closer to Voting o'Clock".
Actually fucking crying. That's... huge.
https://www.usnews.com/news/politics/articles/2023-09-20/pentagon-working-to-restore-benefits-to-lgbtq-veterans-forced-out-under-dont-ask-dont-tell
Tens of thousands of LGBT veterans forced from the military for their sexual orientation and given other-than-honorable discharges will be able to receive full Veterans Affairs benefits despite their dismissal status under a new move set to be announced Monday. The change comes as the country approaches the 10th anniversary of repeal of the controversial “don’t ask, don’t tell” law which forced nearly 14,000 service members out of the ranks for admitting their sexual orientation.
A thing I really like about Joe Biden is his commitment to righting unglamorous wrongs. I know he’s got a team, but clearly he has hired some folks who understand logistics and systems and like the fucking paperwork of it all.
This is a full standard polyhedral dice set (plus d2) which are rolled by spinning them like tops. They are made of metal amd extremely heavy.
[a TikTok video by @deafcarguy. A man with a beard faces the camera. You can see him from the chest up. He is wearing an orange shirt and a backwards baseball cap. He is drinking from a beer can.
He signs with one hand at the camera, with text overlain:
"I'm reading a horror book in Braille"
"Something terrible's about to happen"
The camera zooms in on his face starting intently as he signs
"I can feel it"
He takes a big drink and the video ends]
im at a taco bell that has fairy lights and several water features? this is the nicest tacobell i have ever seen in my entire life???
hello???
google isn't letting us accept any routes home now
Hotel California looks different than I imagined.
I love this plaque my great-grandmother had in her kitchen because it simultaneously has the energy of a sassy modern winemom fridge magnet and one of those ancient Roman curse tablets with the blank spots to fill in your name... But from like. 1950.
“really?” I say to inanimate objects that are not working like they usually do
“Stay.” I glare at inanimate objects that continuously fall over
“Thank you!” I say exhasperatedly to the inanimate objects when they do finally work right/stay put
“Sorry! I say to the table I bumped into
“SHHH” I say to the inanimate object that keeps making noise
“Yeah, yeah, I’m coming,” I huff at the persistent kitchen timer.
“why are you like this?,” I grumble at the inanimate object that is doing it again
“Please don’t yell at me,” I say to the inanimate object that is making vague beeping/the- function-you-attempted-didn’t-work noises
“Good job!!” I say to the inanimate object that has completed the task it was created to do.
this is the only good post i will ever make
I audibly said "bonk!" reading this
having one of those executive function days where everything is too many steps
by which i mean, like, here's how my brain parses the steps in making coffee
good day:
regular day:
bad day:
anyway this is a "14 steps to make coffee" kind of day
This is actually a really good way of explaining this
I think ive said it before but you really gotta feel bad for oedipus that wanting to fuck your mother got named after him. He really did not want to do that . It is central to oedipus rex how badly he didnt want to do that. Dick move by freud
i want a shirt that has a QR code on it for some kind of horrible malware so that if anyone ever tries to film me in public their phone will automatically scan the code and be reduced to a functionless brick
Modern day Medusa
when a pelican bites you there's no malice in their eyes. they aren't upset at you. they are just hungry and want to see if you fit in their mouths. and if you don't then it's no problem and everything is fine. and if you do then well i guess your fate is sealed but that's ok it's a beautiful animal
Okay, see, I knew about the capybara gif:
But I didn’t know that they really are That Dense, All The Time. The same way sharks will bite anything that might be a seal, just in case, these birdbrains will apparently test just about anything for beak size.
Behold a short list of bad ideas:
Human foot is not food, bird.
That is clearly bigger than your entire body.
...You do know what a bear cub is, right? Right??
That is a BICYCLE SEAT.
That’s it; arrested for bird crimes.
how it feels reblogging a post that i know will appeal specifically to a certain mutual
Sometimes the family historian just gives me and my dad the most random things, because she knows we’re just as into the history stuff as she is. Which is why my dad now has a scythe(?) that used to belong to one of my great uncles apparently?
And I cannot for the life of me figure out where the family historian has been keeping this thing. I have been to her house. I HELPED HER MOVE. Yet I have never seen this thing before in my life.
Good for the raspberries this time of year though.
