I dunno maybe I’m way way off base and I’m gonna pay for it later in life but I just don’t think that letting my kid dip a few pretzel sticks in Nutella an hour before dinner should be considered morally unconscionable.
When I say my closer to three then two year old will eat anything I mean the only 2 things she refuses to eat are carrots and a peanutbutter. She eats soup, she eats all of her food touching, she eats salad and sushi and peas and chili and any form of potato available, and I think it’s because I just refuse to have food rules. She gets to have eggs and fruit snacks for breakfast if that’s what she asks for. We usually have baby charcuterie for lunch. We always have dessert. Sometimes we have dessert and then dinner. Sometimes we stop dinner in the middle of the meal for some cake and then we go back to dinner. It drives most people in our life insane. Even the most open and understanding people.
I spent so many years with such insane food rules and thinking certain foods were good and others were bad and I still fight with it and hatred towards my body that we’re fed from the youngest age and I refuse to let that happen to her.
So no she doesn’t have to finish her plate to get ice cream. She doesn’t have to eat all her veggies to be excused. She’s allowed to enjoy food as it comes to her as she learns and experiences it. And so far it’s paid off she’ll literally eat anything.
Except peanut butter
We do have a weird distrust issue where she does not believe we are all eating the same thing for dinner (we literally always are) and she has to go around to every bowl like Goldilocks and take a bite from everyone’s before she is satisfied
Like girlie we’re all eating chili. Idk what to tell you.
She was poisoned in a past life
Stop it this is the funniest addition to my post because she truly investigates like a queen who her people are trying to poison her
Knowing a fic author through AO3 is like attending someone’s thesis presentation and politely clapping at the end, knowing a fic author through this hellsite is like going over to their house at 3AM to watch them eat mayonnaise out of a jar
Sometimes I attend somebody’s thesis presentation and I’m so impressed that I follow them home to watch them eat mayonnaise out of a jar at 3am.
Sometimes I watch someone eat mayonnaise out of a jar at 3am with such fervour I am compelled to attend their thesis presentation
UH…. this started as a joke between my roommate and I that escalated into what you see here. weve been watching invader zim and venture bros together. Excuse the sloppiness i did most of this in one sitting and didnt intend to spend much time on it. dghfhgdgd
(For the record I’m working off the assumption that Zim would care if Dib dies even if he hates him because no Dib means no rival and source of validation. If u don’t believe me look up mopiness of doom)
I was meant to be a character in a low budget horror movie in 2005 wearing a short sleeved shirt over a long sleeved shirt to signify to the audience that I am an enjoyer of music
You ever meet a kid so shitty you’re immediately like “I want to adopt you as my own so I can instill into you the values of dignity and compassion and respect for self and others that your guardians have so obviously neglected, so that you may escape the unhappy future that lies ahead of you with all the smoldering ashes of wasted potential” but also, like. I punt you like a football
Drop the vape u little turd I’m gonna take an active interest in your passions and buy u pants that fit. When was your last dentist appointment. U wanna go to summer camp
growing up with percy jackson and now being an adult watching the show means that when i first read the books i imagined myself as one of the gang, bc i was a kid myself same age as them, and now i can SEE they’re a bunch of CHILDREN GETTING TRAUMATIZED AND HURT and it’s gonna fucking destroy me
Knowing a fic author through AO3 is like attending someone’s thesis presentation and politely clapping at the end, knowing a fic author through this hellsite is like going over to their house at 3AM to watch them eat mayonnaise out of a jar
Sometimes I attend somebody’s thesis presentation and I’m so impressed that I follow them home to watch them eat mayonnaise out of a jar at 3am.
Sometimes I watch someone eat mayonnaise out of a jar at 3am with such fervour I am compelled to attend their thesis presentation
“But what about Hamas?” I grew up with this question whipped at my face every time I declared my people’s right to survive. “What about Hamas?” It didn’t matter if I’d just asked for clean water or the right to return to our stolen land. “What about Hamas?” they’d ask, holding my humanity hostage. Their smug smiles at this question, which they saw as a rhetorical coup. I gave them hours, pages of my words. I filled rooms with my hot breath, panting, “We are not terrorists—Hamas is a symptom of oppression—yes of course I condemn extremism—this is a struggle for human rights—Israel propped up Hamas for years—please look at our children—please, don’t you see our helpless elders?—please, if you don’t respect us as humans, could you spare some pity?”
Flood warnings today. The red warnings mean ‘act now’
Britain is becoming wet & wild as predicted by climate experts. And the gov tell us there isn’t enough money to build or maintain flood defences, to restore eco systems, to dredge ditches and unblock drains.
It’s fuck you, fend for yourself.
I went for a walk in South Dalton and someone had scooped out big chunks of the grass verge to allow the water to drain off the road. It’s a quick, old fashioned method. It went from flooded to not flooded in minutes.
Simple, piss cheap, just need a couple of lads with a digger and they made the road safe.
But with these shitbloke neolib shitheads in charge, there’s no money for it apparently. They’re too busy telling us trans people are evil and shouldn’t be allowed to play tennis culture war dogshit
Guardian research has found that more than 4,000 of England’s vital flood defences are so damaged they are almost useless. The number of damaged flood defences has increased across all regions in the past five years.
For people who haven’t been in floods before, some very very quick and basic tips:
Never go upstairs, into your attic, or on your roof if your house is flooding because you WILL end up trapped and possibly stuck right on top of a collapsing building.
Stay out of flood water unless it is a choice between entering the water and sure death. Flood water can contain dangerous pathogens, corpses of both animals and people, live and agressive animals, heavy objects like tree branches and furniture, dangerous debris like broken glass and sharp metal, and live wires.
Flood water is a lot deeper, faster, and stronger than you think it is. It’s not just ppwerful enough to knock you off your feet, it can also carry things like cars. You will not win against the flood water. It also rises much faster than you think it will and water that seemed manageable to walk through can very quickly become overwhelming.
If you are in a possible flood zone, now is the time to prepare a go-bag, preferably a waterproof one. Include emergency supplies like flashlights, batteries, bottled water, shelf stable food, blankets, spare clothes, a battery powered radio, and cash (pet supplies like spare bowls, bagged food, and leashes/harnesses too if you have pets). Strongly consider getting your paperwork and identification papers especially together in a waterproof container and put them with your emergency supplies.
Hi, I live in a desert which means in rainy season we get flash floods.
Please also:
—REMEMBER YOUR CHARGER CORD AND MEDICATION.
—digitize anything you don’t want lost, if there’s time. I’m normally extremely anti-cloud but this is the kind of thing for which it can be a lifesaver.
—you know The Thing? The “if your house was on fire and everyone could get out but you could only save one object, what would it be” thing? Put it in your go-bag.
—I don’t know if they’re called overpasses in England, but these things:
STAY OUT FROM UNDER THEM, ESPECIALLY IF THERE’S A DIP IN THE ROAD. A common warning here is that the area under an overpass can fill in under a minute during a flash flood.
—DO NOT TRY TO DRIVE THROUGH FLOOD WATER. I have literally parked my car and walked across people’s lawns rather than drive through flood water. I was in a familiar area where the water depth was known and I only had a block to go, but walking that block with groceries in freezing-cold rain was safer than driving it. Why? BECAUSE MY ENGINE WAS BELOW THE WATER LEVEL. Especially in newer cars, that’s a fast trip to Oh Fuck.
—Londoners and anyone else with an underground metro system: STAY OFF IT. The tunnels can and will flood and you can very easily find yourself trapped in a subway car with water rising and no way out.
I bring you… my silly little comics. Saw a tik tok this morning about British Museum recognizing emperor Elagabalus as a trans woman 🏳️⚧️, and I just had to draw this.
Only if you want to end up in some offshore detention centre for years or decades rife with human rights abuses that there’s a near media silence on because journalists aren’t allowed to go there and any who talk about it face possible criminal charges!
Land of the Fair Go! Woo!
And doctors aren’t allowed to whistleblow about what it’s doing to the people imprisoned there. 🙃
third guy who is not aware that those are two commonly used expressions and understands that the first two guys are emphasizing how cold it is but not that the phrase they used can’t just have the noun swapped out for anything else: yes, it is cold as blood
Not to sound like a boomer and/or hipster but you really do lose something listening to like, 70s prog rock on Spotify or CD vs vinyl
It’s not about sound quality, it’s about the intentionality, the intimacy, physically touching this disc with the music etched into its surface.
Like, Pink Floud’s The Dark Side of the Moon is one of my favorite albums ever. It was the first vinyl record I ever had (stolen from my father) and it was how I became familiar with that album.
(I realize, at this juncture, that I am not helping my “I am not a boomer and/or hipster” case. I’ll cop to the latter but I’m 31, shut up.)
Anyway, on the vinyl, side A ends with “Great Gig in the Sky.” It’s a vocal instrumental, there’s a singer but no lyrics. It is a quiet, solemn, deeply haunting piece, that fades out slowly before the silence of the lock groove, the inner portion of the record leads the groove into a circle which holds the needle until the tone arm is pulled back.
In practice this means there’s a good 10-30 seconds of silence (though usually there’s some dust in the groove that leads to a few clicks and pops) while you go over and flip the record. It’s punctuation, a pause that has intense artistic value.
When you flip the record over to side b, the first track is “Money”, a deeply cynical and sardonic song about, well, greed. It starts with the sound of a cash register dinging and sliding the till out. It’s very loud, very sudden, and then immediately it cuts into Roger Waters’ off-kilter, 7/8 bass riff.
If you’re listening to this on vinyl, by the time “Money” kicks in you’ve been sitting in relative silence for a moment, and when you drop the needle on a record it makes a bit of a “pop” sound as the needle finds the run-in groove, which again, serves as punctuation. Almost an inhalation, a singer taking a deep breath before belting out their opening lines. It all flows together.
On the CD you get none of that and it’s kinda like being woken up by a fucking flashlight to the face.
It just feels so off in a way that’s difficult to describe, hence this big post. Anyway, records rule.
the grim reaper being armed with an enormous razor sharp scythe becomes a lot less intimidating when you understand just how common a tool scythes actually were in the pre industrial era of agriculture. it’s like if we invented a personification of death called “the dark handyman” who takes souls by loosening them from the body with his wrench.
I wanna try to explain homosexual anal sex to corvids
This is for a lot of reasons but mainly I want to see what they’d think of it. See, the “homosexual” part isn’t really the point. Plenty of species do gay stuff, so I’d think they’d be like “yeah sure we get that bit” but the other two parts are really outside their experience.
They don’t have assholes. Corvids, like a lot of birds, have a cloaca: it’s an all-in-one hole. They use it for sex and waste (which is also complicated by the fact that they do have urine but don’t have a bladder and don’t urinate: it just gets mixed in with the feces). So the idea that for humans, we’ve got a separate orifice for sex and homosexual sex doesn’t use it… That’d be tricky to understand.
But the real stumbling point, I think, would be the penis. They don’t have them, so the whole idea that we’ve got this specific appendage for penetrating each other? That’s gotta be hard to understand, no pun intended. I wonder how much they’d be “oh that’s neat, nature is so diverse and wonderful!” and how much it would be “you guys are fucking terrifying. It’d be like us talking to a xenomorph or spider wasp . They think it’s perfectly normal that they reproduce by traumatically injecting their young into the host who then burst out, killing and eating them. Yeah, nature is amazing but also you’re giving us nightmares.
Possibly more so because corvids (like most (or even all? I’m not sure)) birds don’t "kiss” either. They do something that’s sometimes called a kiss, but it’s basically just rubbing beaks together. There’s no tongues in other birds’ mouths. So the corvid idea of their body is presumably one that’s never penetrated. The whole idea is foreign to them. Their only reference point for that kind of thing would be in the context of injury, like getting shot or cut or impaled on thorns.
So I don’t know how much they’d really be able to see our sexual practices outside of a body horror lens.
On the other hand, I think they’d understand fellatio without as much difficulty. They eat, after all, so having something go in your mouth isn’t AS weird to them.
Still, I don’t know how much that’d be “oh I can see why that’d be pleasurable” vs “that doesn’t squick me out completely, but I still don’t exactly get it”. They can’t exactly do it themselves (no penises!) and I don’t know if any birds practice… It’s not exactly cunnilingus, because it’s a cloaca, but it’s kinda similar? I mean, it wouldn’t surprise me if they do… I just don’t know.
But yeah. I’d love to talk to some corvids. They’re very smart so I’m sure there’s a lot we’d have in common if we could talk to them, but I can’t help but imagine they’d find how we have sex completely horrifying.
Although I wonder how much they’d already think that before we tell them? I mean, the chances for your average corvid to see some humans fucking each other are rare, but, like… There’s wild animals and farm animals. Surely some crows have been hanging around when some Hot Mammal Sex has happened, and they have to have seen it. They’ve got good eyesight, after all. Better than ours, in many ways. So I guess it’d make sense if they already know and just consider it one of those weird mammal things.
Not that it’s solely a mammal thing, of course… There’s birds with penises and vaginas, and they arguably do worse things with them than we humans manage to get up to. Don’t look up how duck genital evolution works, it’s frightening.
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