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For those like me who knew the piece was familiar but couldn't remember the name
Please meet Rube Goldberg.
While collecting eggs a couple of weeks ago, this egg slipped out of my hands from 5 feet up above wood, wire, and cement. Quail eggs are VERY fragile when it comes to impacts, so this egg's life flash before my eyes and time slowed down as I watched the world's most ridiculous accidental cartoon egg drop.
It somehow missed every obstacle on the way down (3 shelves) in order to land upon the side of a milk jug I had dropped the day before. It bounced off of that to a couple feet away, and hit the side of a hay bale. It bounced off of that, and somehow landed on the open lip of an empty feed back laying on the floor that I had put down under the towers to prevent the cement from sinking heat from the space. The bag gently collapsed, and rolled the pristine egg to a stop back at my feet.
I stared at it in disbelief. I took it inside and candled it- not a crack in it. So I noted the pen I got it from (CER) and scribbled "dropped?" on it. I figured SURELY it would not develop after that kind of nonsense, but when I candled at lockdown, the little thing was ready to go.
So, I stuck the egg into its own hatching bag, and sure as shit, the little fucker hatched!
And as if the rest of the story is not weird enough, this is possibly the first coturnix chick in the world who didn't immediately faceplant off of a human hand in the pursuit of the cold embrace of death. It just sat there, posing with the egg. Looking around like Hm so this is what being alive is... it's alright I guess.
For those of you who wisely avoid Facebook have this excellent image from the San Antonio Zoo page.
like people forget that weird girls grow into weird adult women. it doesn't just go away. and no you don't perish when you turn 25 or automatically turn into a nonweird wife and mother like some kind of Pokémon end evolution, you end up like me.
#or you transition
luckily weird little boys are also transitioning into weird adult women, so the balance is maintained and the world is full of cool weird adult women
Yuna, Grand Summoner by Kevin Glint
i used windows+arrow keys the other day to pull up two documents side-by-side and my boss looked a me like i was a space alien
SORRY WHAT? WHY DID THIS WORK
Microsoft owns LinkedIn and apparently monopoly laws aren't a thing anymore
i love hearing about the declining birth rate like yesss that is a major problem considering our dominant economic model. a problem i plan on contributing to 👍 joining the war on declining birth rates on the side of declining birth rates
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My beautiful woman
Coworker type women are always like "you know how it is with husbands" but I don't. I don't know how it is. Your experience of husband seems to be guy who doesn't give a shit about you. My experience of husband is mostly guy who won't stop singing "Pastyme With Good Companye" (a bad song written by Henry VIII) at 9pm.
That's it that's the game
cutieeees
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