Why would a hunter with long hair not put it up?? I’m watching Jo and Dean hunting a serial killer ghost and I just want to shout at my screen, “Someone give Jo a hair tie!” It’s in her face and she’s trying to do her damn job and it’s just, whyyyyy???? 

Yes, your majestic floof needs a hair tie too, Sam.

Book 3: The Encounter, Chapter 27

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Chapter 27

Last chapter!  It’s a Rachel-and-Tobias heart-to-heart.    We find out that the Yeerks covered up all the evidence of the whole “giant ship and several smaller ships crashed in the woods” thing, so they’re back at square one in terms of having any kind of proof.

On the plus side, they’re all alive, and they’re pretty pleased about having successfully destroyed a Bug ship and gotten out alive without tipping V3 off to the whole “some humans can morph now” thing.

Rachel tells Tobias that she and Cassie are thinking of going back to the forest and trying to find Ladyhawke’s remains and bury them.  Tobias appreciates the impulse and his human side understands it, but his hawk side knows that if she hasn’t already been eaten by another predator right now, she will be soon.   He’s more or less at peace with that, his hawk and human impulses coexisting peacefully for at least this particular moment.

His acceptance seems to make Rachel sad, because “she’s very human, my friend Rachel,” Tobias narrates for us.  Ouch.  That’s a nicely done little jab in the heart there, KAA.

Tobias can’t, or perhaps doesn’t currently feel a pull to, alleviate Rachel’s fully-human sadness any further.  He says goodbye and takes off to go flying, high and free, for the time being.

…and we’re out.

Okay, so everything I know about the next book is that it involves someone (something?) named Ax, and something else that y’all keep referring to as the Jesus Whale.  So that’s a thing to look forward to, I guess! See you all soon, when I imagine we will be moving on into either Cassie’s or Marco’s head for the next book.

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This turd nugget got an hour long walk this morning at 6:30 am and then another walk to Bug’s school at 10:00. Bug got to hang out with some school friends while Baxter and I sat under a tree. With record high temps, all of the walks had to be finished by 11 am.

I miss our evening walks but it’s too hot for puppy paws on the pavement. So instead he’s sleeping like a champ and even started barking in his sleep.

I’m not a hot weather person so I’m pretty much confined indoors once the temps hit 90. But I did get 4 loads of laundry washed and up on the clothes line outside to dry as well as apply for the home loan. Just got to get stuff done.

I had my weekly vodka tonic last night so it’s either a half glass of wine tonight or La Croix. Wild times at my house today.

Catching prey using Vortices

I was reading about Vortices and after hours of research online, out of the blue I stumbled upon this amazing bird. This is the Red Necked Phalarope and from the looks of it seems to have put vortices to a really productive use - catching its prey.

By rotating around ~60-80 times a minute, it produces an upward vortex that sucks out insects/bugs/crustaceans from the water, which it swiftly picks up with its beak and eats. ( This one would have aced the Fluids class for sure :D)

This is analogous to tornadoes sweeping up cars and houses along its way in an upward swirl.

Mind Blown!

** The actual dynamics of vortices of course is waay more complicated. ;)

*** There are three species of phalarope (red-necked, red/grey, and Wilson’s), and they can all feed like that.            

Pidge, glaring at her screen: Ugh, I cannot work out the bug that’s affecting Rover 2’s mapping ability…
Lance, not looking up from his knitting: Didn’t you say if it affects all output points equally then it’s more likely to be a problem with the sensors?
Pidge: … Actually, that could be it… thanks
Allura: Lance, I didn’t know you knew so much about robots?
Lance, shrugging: Pidge and I have a good thing going
Pidge: Ask me anything about mermaids, knitting, or Keith’s hair. I’m ready.

(Everyone always talks about Lance and Allura having sleepovers/gossiping, but I can also totally imagine Lance and Pidge having meet ups where they can work on their own projects and talk about their interests judgement-free)

Pixar Movies

Aries : The Incredibles

Taurus : Ratatouille

Gemini : A Bugs Life

Cancer : Inside Out

Leo : Toy Story

Virgo: Monsters Inc.

Libra: Up

Scorpio : Wall-E

Sagittarius : The Good Dinosaur

Capricorn : Finding Nemo

Aquarius : Brave

Pisces : Cars

If your animal hurts you, take a step back and ask yourself why

This morning I am typing this with my ring finger, as my middle and thumb are pressing gauze to my index. Please excuse the typos.

I have been blessed with either docile animals and animals that love me dearly. I know I have. And when people at work ask me about hamsters in particular, I tell them I’ve been extremely lucky to never have been bitten.

This morning Bernie decided to tell me that he thinks his cage is more of an apartment and he would like a spacious house more. I knew that day would come - he is a Syrian after all, and very few cages really exist for them - but I was hoping it would take more than two days. I bought the biggest cage that could house him but he is not a fan. He has experienced life outside out of the box he was in at work and goddamn he is gonna enjoy it.

The only cages big enough are only available online where I live and take one to two months to ship. I told Bernie this, but of course being a hamster, he didn’t care. So I gave him a tissue box with a few pulled out, stuck some noms inbetween the sheets, and made a digging cave for him.

Not good enough, man. I booped his snoot, and he bit me.

So first off, hamster teeth hurt like a motherfucker.

Secondly, I wasn’t mad. I did yell out a foul word, but more out of pain than any anger at him. It’s not his fault. He just wants s bit more room AND his cool toys, not one or the other. I left to grab some gauze but I came right back, and took Bernie out, and we had ourselves an explore on my bed, which IS much larger than his cage, obviously. Bernie had a blast. He tunneled under sheets. He tunneled under pillows. He climbed Pillow Mountain. He wanted to rappel down the sides of the Bed Cliffs (Mama said no).

Bernie is now back in his cage thinking he is Hot Shit. And while out of cage time is important, it’s equally important that his actual cage be big enough so that I can work an eight or ten or twelve hour shift and come home and go right to bed, and know that he’s okay and not bored. In the meantime, I’m thinking of going to Walmart and buying one of those long bins used to store sheets and making him a maze out of cardboard. A big maze, with empty passages and passages stuffed with bedding and chambers big and stuffed with bedding to tunnel through. He’d like that. I’ll keep it once the big cage comes in, but hopefully this will tide him over while he lives in the apartment cage.

Bernie bit me to show he was frustrated. He wants to run NOW, not in two hours, not in two months. NOW.

Luna, Apollo, and Aisha, my cats, don’t bite and never have, but they do occasionally scratch. Not on purpose. They’re trying to get down or get up, they slip, or something exciting or scary happens and they need to book it. And it hurts every time.

You’re going to get hurt if you own a pet. You’re going to get bitten or scratched - by them, their equipment, etc. If they’re a bigger animal, you’re going to get body slammed from time to time. It’s okay.

I’m not saying you can’t yell FUCK when the pain hits. It’s actually scientifically proven that that helps lessen the pain. But don’t blame your pets. Look around and try to see it from their perspective. Maybe they’re tired, or something scared them. Maybe they have to pee. Maybe you’re bugging the crap out of them, or they want to play in an animal way, not in a people way. Maybe it was genuinely an accident and your body invaded the space they’d intended to put their body.

It’s okay. Talk to them calmly. Grab a bandaid or some Tylenol. Don’t yell at them. Don’t hit them. Don’t be mad at them. They’re just trying to talk to you and it’s not their fault you don’t speak hamster or bird or lizard, etc etc.

some more thoughts on the sensates, season 2:

  • will: this boy has TOO MUCH heart he cares about everyone so much i cannot believe a str8 white male character can give me so little grief everyone take notes. cheekbone game is also still strong, but with too much time covered in stubble imo
  • sun: SUN FUCKIN BAK i cannot believe how far my soft baby bird kickass diamond of a character has come she’s so GOOD, but she can also break your neck i love her so much. in more important news however she got reunited with her dog. heckin yes 11/10.
  • lito: continues being the absolute Most™ and we all love him for it. ”i’m practicing””for what?””for my future as a homeless, unemployable failure”. i mean what a fuckin Leo- also relatable as all hell. my beautiful proud gay son. what a gem.
  • riley: sweetest bean in the entire universe, most unrealistic part of s2 is that no one would trust her. she loves a dopey police officer from chicago so much and most importantly she really likes boning him. also shout out for her immense knowledge of graffitied hovels, v impressive.
  • capheus: my newest kid hit it out of the park. he doesn’t have a clue how he got here but he’s still the best person i know and if he doesn’t end up as the president of the world by the end of the series then what are we even doing here?????? also hell yeah my boy got some proud of u bud.
  • nomi: what the hell is this radiant angel and how is she making money. i can’t believe she’s responsible for all of the sensates not being in prison, mvp of the whole fucking show. she’s basically r2d2 if it was a hot, genius woman who fuckin OWNS it. 10/10 five stars would watch again.
  • wolfgang: “he doesn’t really talk” except when he does he BREAKS MY HEART. still the most problematic of all my children but i don’t care i just want him and kala to be happy god fuckin damnit. also i can appreciate the commitment to both his Look and his woman. good one dude.
  • kala: the rambliest and also the smartest, god bless her. honey thinks too much about good and bad when it’s so obvious that she’s a Hoe for the bad boys- specifically German bad boys with unresolved anger issues. also shot a gun and it was pretty fuckin hot tbh.

other thoughts on other characters:

  • whispers: hey man FUCK YOU and also FUCK OFF
  • jonas: what is the point of u doesn’t naveen andrews have better things to do honestly.
  • daniela & hernando: sometimes a family is two gay dudes and their drama queen best friend and that is beautiful..
  • amanita: QUEEN of supportive spouses also she loves nomi so much, can relate.
  • diego: i found myself whispering “no diego no” to myself and it made me laugh so there u go.
And we’re off!

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Originally posted by cocccinelle

Dancing under the moon light in a grassy field in Alabama with your S. O., you notice that the lightning bugs that had started out as only a few clusters were now completely surrounding you in a tornado of bugs. After staring at them for a few minutes, you look back at your S. O. They now have a face of a giant bug. What happens?