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Engineering teams around the world have been attempting to develop new methods of seawater desalination.
Scientists in China have developed a more efficient form of solar desalination that uses 47.4% less energy than alternatives. After the first year of testing, the scientists believe that at scale it would be able to desalinate water more cheaply than producing bottled water.
The goal is now to scale the technology for use in coastal areas and islands experiencing water insecurity.
i find it very very telling that people immediately started going kiwifarms on gooseworx right after the final episode of tadc dropped on yt and the reveal that fan favorite character Jax has been a closeted trans woman this whole time, radically recontextualizing everything about her and her actions. everyone in the fandom has been completely fine with other queer representation in the show, even Zooble who is also trans representation, but i guess a complicated and flawed transfem is just a bridge too far.
i don't care about old social media posts that have coincidentally and mysteriously "resurfaced" following the outrage of transmisogynist fans. you clearly missed the part of this where Jax is reflective of Goose's past behavior of using edgy and harmful humor to play the bad guy and push people away in order to cover up the fact that she is a trans woman. you missed the part where Gooseworx has explicitly grown past that kind of behavior and Jax is an exercise in extending empathy to a past version of herself who was trying everything in her power to be uworthy of love and care. you fundamentally do not understand the art you are a fan of.
Gooseworx's ban by @staff is transparently due to harassment by transmisogynists attempting to turn her into a "controversial figure" for "ruining" their favorite edgy jokey rabbit "man" by revealing she's been an edgy jokey rabbit woman this whole time. i will block anyone attempting to justify this ban. i do not want those who would enable such an obvious transmisogynistic witch hunt to interact with me or my content. fuck off.
KNOW THE DIFFERENCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I am fucking loving how shit-scared the UK right-wing is of a man with a bin on his head. Now that Count Binface might actually win the Clacton byelection they're desperately trying to smear him with such gems as:
"He's anti-Brexit!" Good.
"He's anti-Trump!" Good.
"He's anti-establishment!" At this point I think you're just trying to make me like him more.
"His manager once called Farage a horrible cunt!" Well Farage *is* a horrible cunt, what's your point?
"He's making a joke of British politics!" Well that's very appropriate given that current British politics *are* a fucking joke.
"He's a left-wing liberal elitist!" I don't know if you can be all of those things at once, but I do know that Count Binface isn't the one getting millions in donations from cryptocurrency billionaires sooooooo...
Vote change. Vote Binface.
Cara Liss when I fucking get you!
YOU SHOVED A VELOCIRAPTOR'S UPPER BODY ONTO THE LOWER HALF OF A STEGOSAURUS AND WAS STUNNED TO FIND IT'S UPPER HALF IS TOO SMALL!
THEN YOU CLAIMED THE VELOCIRAPTOR-MOSASAUR FUSION IS SLOW ON LAND AND BECAME EXTINCT DUE TO THAT! YOU PUT A MOSASAUR ON FUCKING LAND, OF COURSE IT'S SLOW!!
THEN YOU SLAP A DUNKLEOSTEUS HEAD ONTO A STEGOSAURUS TAIL AND SOMEHOW GET IT TO BREATHE, YET YOU'RE STUNNED WHEN THE FISH PART CAN'T FUCKING BREATHE AIR!!!
AND FOR THE LAST ONE YOU PUT A DUNKLEOSTEUS HEAD U P S I D E D O W N ON A MOSASAUR BODY AND YOU'RE HORRIFIED IT CAN'T FUCKING BREATHE!!!!
Care for a cuddle? Comm for bsbellypalace💖
Season 2 WIP Part 11
NOTE: this is a continuation of TADC after The Last Act. So there is spoilers here.
Start the Story Here!
Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12
Without consciously thinking about it, Pomni found herself stopping outside the TV room Jax had shown her months ago. Figuring that was far enough, she opened her mouth to say something to those still at the table only for Scratch’s voice to sound in her ear.
“Just got to the end of the hallway. Can you all hear me?”
“Loud and clear, Scratch,” Kinger’s voice said.
“Whoa,” Zooble mumbled just loud enough to be picked up.
“Pomni, are you there?” Scratch asked.
“Y-yeah, I’m here,” Pomni said, stuttering from surprise at being called out. She shook her head, pushing away old insecurities and added, “And I can hear Kinger, too.”
“Great,” Scratch praised. “I’ll meet you in the computer lounge.”
Pomni looked back the way she had come, realizing she wasn’t going to get a chance to take care of her plate as she took the few steps to the computer lounge.
Finding the door open, she walked in and took in everything Caine had done during the night.
The sofa was still in its spot by the wall to the right of the door, an arm chair and coffee table adding to give it a cozier feel. The tables the computers had sat on were now pushed together in the center of the room, leaving the far wall barren where some of the tables had been. Five monitors had been put together, creating a semi-circle around three chairs. She stepped closer to the active monitor, resting her hands against the back of the chair closest to it. Half of the screen was taken up with a t-posed representation of Scratch, his model showing the wireframe that made up what she saw. The other half of the screen was a black window with green text. She could guess what some of the abbreviations meant; SimHrtRt she guessed to be simulated heart rate, noticing Scratch’s heart rate was actively fluctuating between 82 and 84. Below that were what she guessed to be his model’s measurements, not for the first time wishing her own wasn’t so short. After that the abbreviations and numbers became less understandable. She thought one might be referring to his weight, thinking she remembered a YouTube video talking about the pull of Earth’s gravity. That was the best guess she had with the equation it gave, ending in 77kg. She’d watched enough BBC to know that would be around a person’s weight.
She was starting to surprise herself at how much she was understanding, guessing her affinity for numbers could translate to this world.
Noise from the hallway got her attention, getting her to step back from the computers as she only just realized the group had been talking in her ear. The voices stopped, reminding her of the proximity feature Scratch had mentioned, as they walked into the room and Zooble asked Kinger, “Shouldn’t we make some sort of containment for the abstracted while we’re trying to help them?”
“Pomni might’ve had Jax if there hadn’t been a flash grenade in the hallway,” Gangle added.
“That’s actually a good idea,” Scratch said, his voice still coming from the ear piece and the black box in Kinger’s hand. “When we go down there, we’ll create a room.”
Kinger went straight for the computers, taking a seat at a blank screen and setting the speaker box between two monitors. He clicked the screen on and started typing away, reminding Pomni he was going to need to connect her data to a computer as Caine took a seat beside him.
“Are you okay? You don’t have to do this, you know,” Ragatha said, resting a hand on Pomni’s shoulder.
Pomni looked up and gave her friends a smile. “No, I’m fine. I wanna help. And if we can help Bizco, we’ll be able to help the rest of them.”
Ragatha gave her a smile before giving her a hug. “Just be careful, okay.”
Returning the hug, Pomni found herself glad to be more comfortable with particular people’s touch. Letting go, she looked up and smiled back, “Will be.”
“Pomni, I need to get a scan of you,” Kinger said, getting Pomni to look over at the old man at the computer to notice a green circle on the floor at her feet. Ragatha stepped away, surprise on her face at the new element.
Pomni stepped aside, going towards the far wall so she was close to a similar spot Scratch had been last night when she had watched Kinger and Caine do the same thing to him. “Ready,” Pomni said, holding out her arms. She tried to ignore the other’s eyes as the green circle traveled up her body. A part of her wondered if this could count as something more private like a doctor’s exam, but in a world were two of her friends didn’t wear any clothes and now one in the circus didn’t wear pants, it was hard to tell. Scratch walked in, only giving Pomni a glance before he stepped over to the computers.
The green circle passed her eyes and finished scanning her head, sounding out a chime above her as the green ring vanished.
Scratch leaned over his creation and coworker, resting a gloved hand on the back of Caine’s chair as he checked, “Everything looking good?” He looked over the data on the screen for his answer and nodded his head before looking over at Pomni as she stepped closer, curious about her own data. “Let’s go contain Bizco. Once you’ve got him scanned, we can get started.”
Pomni gave a glance at the screen Kinger was turning away from, seeing her wireframe body as it hit her hard once again that she was only a digital clone of herself. It was a weird thought that, while it didn’t give her existential dread like she had heard it gave Ragatha, reminded her that she was now an off shoot of the person she had been when she was born. Sometimes she thought about contacting her other self, but shook the idea from her mind as Scratch was already turning around to head out of the room. She turned and rushed to follow after him, knowing deep down she shouldn’t contact her other self.
“What can we do?” Ragatha’s voice asked, coming from the earpiece.
“Nothing much right now,” Kinger admitted.
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Collins is gone.
Namaygoosisagagun First Nation/Collins has burned to the ground. The entire community is nothing but ashes after being quickly consumed by wildfires. They did not have any support from emergency services, and no one offered aid. The community saved themselves by escaping into boats because no one came.
Mishkeegogamang and Cat Lake have lost power. Families are ending up in shelters with nothing. Armstrong, Lac La Croix, Whitesand, Gull Bay, Lac des Mille Lacs are currently in the fires path and all members are being evacuated.
All this loss, all this devastation, and it was entirely preventable.
After steadily underfunding wildland firefighting and purposefully excluding Indigenous wildland firefighters and Indigenous wildfire organizations from wildfire operations, firefighter training, decisionmaking, and resource exchanges, in 2025, Doug Ford slashed the forest firefighting budget.
It's hard to ignore his decision to cut funding and leave us out of adequate fire training (even though we've lived with forest fires for thousands of years—far longer than settlers have been in Canada—and made sure fires like the ones we're all seeing today were prevented through kinisitotēn) when, despite making up less than 5% of the population, we account for 42% percent of all wildfire evacuations in Canada.
And when we are successfully evacuated, we face discrimination and racism—like Kashechewan—because it's always been easier to blame us than it is to blame the true culprit: denialism, corportate greed, and colonization.
The people of Collins and every other impacted community deserve better.
Right now, the AFN is currently accepting donations to help Collins First Nation. If you're able to, please consider donating.
ONWA (Ontario Native Women's Association) is another great place to donate to. They have outreach vans going to motels and inns and offering food, water, resources, and cultural support to those impacted by the wildfires.
Other places to consider donating to are Mikinakoos Emergency Fund, Red Cross, True North Aid, Indigenous Climate Action. You can also send donations directly to Whitesand First Nation via e-transfer ([email protected]) and they request that you add your full name in the e-transfer comment section to receive a tax receipt.
*Before sending money, verify that the appeal appears on an official First Nation, Tribal Council or registered charity channel.
If you can't offer financial support, please consider donating items of need. Moontime Connections is currently accepting drop-off donations. If you live in the Thunder Bay area, Namaygoosisagagun Health Office is also taking in donations! They can also bemailed to Superior Inn Hotel & Conference Centre at 555 West Arthur Street, Thunder Bay, ON, P7E 5P8.
items needed are: food, diapers, medical masks, men’s and women’s joggers (all sizes), children’s clothing (newborn to size 14), children’s shoes, summer clothing, men’s clothing, toiletries (lotion, Vaseline, toothpaste, toothbrushes, shampoo, conditioner, soap, deodorant, etc.), strollers, adult depends-all sizes, dog & cat food
wīya ispīh iyiniw-kiskīyihtamowin pasikōpayiki kāwi askiy ta-iyihyīmakan
Drinking soda is better than drinking nothing all day. Eating ice cream for dinner is better than eating nothing for dinner. Eating salsa is better than having no produce in your diet at all.
Water is way more hydrating than soda, but soda is more hydrating than nothing. A balanced meal is way more nutritious than ice cream, but ice cream is more nutritious than nothing.
Something is better than nothing. Some hydration is better than no hydration. Some nutrients are better than no nutrients. Some produce is better than no produce.
Don't let societally imposed food guilt trick you into believing that nothing is a better choice. Nourishing your body, however you can, is always the better choice. Fed is best. Always.
food has no moral value. being fed does.
I'm kinda getting back into camp camp hi hello
Does anyone know what to do about the temperature and also the prices
Light Spoilers for Nolan's Odyssey!
Streets are saying the movie is like this and I'm so scared
They’re cutting out WHAT
I'm gonna say it, I do think that even the laziest person imaginable should have a roof over their head, food in their stomach, and access to healthcare
a lot of people are reblogging this saying that most "lazy" people are actually just disabled or that the concept of laziness itself is a product of our society's obsession with productivity. this is all true, but it is not my point.
even if someone WAS just lazy and simply didn't want to do anything but lie on the couch and watch tv, they should still have these things. it's irrelevant whether some people aren't actually lazy because everyone, including hypothetical lazy people, should have their basic needs met.
if we have the resources to do it, there is no defense of letting people die because they don't want to work, and much less because they can't.
I don't want lazy people to have basic necessities because they "actually" deserve them because they ARE working or CAN'T work. I want lazy people to have basic necessities because they are people, and we shouldn't leave them to die when we have the resources not to.
fun beach days with alex! :)
commission for an anonymous commissioner! thank you so much!
Out of sheer idle curiosity, how much would I be able to interest you in the idea of Sebastian getting reality shifted into Sam’s big round twin brother? (Also, thanks for the follow!)
That'd be pretty cool. They have in a way opposing personalities so you have the happy one and the grumpy one hehe. It's a fun sibling dynamic. But I also love the idea of Sam having a grumpy quiet brother who sits in his room all day and eats snacks and is just really fat. And people just wonder if they really are twins, haha. Ahh if Sebby was canonically Sam's fat twin they'd be my favorite siblings
Perhaps as Seb gets more used to life with Sam, he starts loosening up, becoming more chill. His black hair slowly turns to blond as he laughs at Sam’s antics…
currently maybe possibly single-handedly crashing whatever servers eton hosts its archived student newspapers on because me and a friend are getting obsessed with a single outspoken prefect from 1883
@queenlua Happily! This is going to be long, so here's some set dressing first:
Eton College, for anyone unfamiliar, is a prestigious boys' school in England that has famously educated MANY MANY politicians, royals, nobility, and other assorted famous people. All you really need to know about it is that's it's incredibly posh and expensive and exclusive
The Eton Society (called “Pop” internally) is a self-selecting body of senior students at Eton that have historically held a decent amount of power at the school. If you’ve ever attended a school with a prefect system/house system etc you probably know a little bit about how obnoxious this kind of group can get. Now imagine they're all called Lord Godfrey Pickerington or something. Are you getting it? Is the set being dressed? Good.
Now that the scene is set, here’s our tale!!
I stumbled into Eton’s archives while doing research for a fanfiction and we’ll just leave that admission where it is!! It was in reading old issues of their student-run paper, The Chronicle, from 1883 that myself and @carebewear started becoming fixated on one guy in particular.
Cecil B. Gedge (from this point on known as Gedge) was a member of the Eton Society in 1883/84. He won a few Science awards during his time there (Biology!!) and seemed to like rowing during school sports events. He went on to become a barrister, which will make sense once you know more about him.
The best part of Gedge, though, is his appearances in the minutes for the Eton Society meetings. At least at Gedge’s time, the Eton Society seemed really fond of staging debates (more like loosely organised discussions) on a wide variety of topics.
Here are some of the riveting questions they discussed!
And my personal favourite: "Are Ghosts Real?"
(They were very divided)
Gedge first came to our attention in debate about the annexation of New Guinea, in which he apparently started an "abusive attack on the British army and missionaries":
Wow! Based Gedge!? He continues to spit period-typical truths about things like how we shouldn't tax bicycles actually because it would disproportionately affect poor people. YIMBY Gedge?? He would've loved light rail.
The final nail in our Gedge obsession was a debate on women's suffrage, in which Gedge vehemently advocates for women's right to vote and then gets no supporters at the end of the meeting. But I appreciate that he said it anyway and kept saying it. He is more persecuted that Christ, to me.
Here are some more, from anti-conscription sentiment to indirectly calling his classmates stupid to weirding everyone out by saying he wants to donate his body to science (his friend dissecting him for fun):
We started getting the feeling people might not have liked Gedge that much, mainly since one of the Society members wrote a poem about all his friends and Gedge isn't in it.
In 1884, there was some extended drama in the Chronicle where someone whom I groundlessly suspect was Gedge under a pseudonym ("A Socialist"), wrote to the editor complaining that the "debates" published by the Eton Society were "bad" (genuine quote) and that they should make a REAL debate society at the school that ALL boys, not just the self-selected seniors, could participate in:
To make a long story short most of the vocal members of the Eton Society threw up their hands at this and refused to do anything, basically boiling down to "Just because we're the prefects of the school doesn't mean we should have to actually DO anything!! Unfair!!" and also this quote which reads exactly like at least a thousand real tweets I've seen in my life
Liberal. Gedge, of course, was there giving practical suggestions, but the discussion was ultimately cut short because their principal died and they had to push a memorial issue of the paper. We have a working theory that the staff might've used that interruption as an opportunity to get the boys to cut it the fuck out.
Anyway it's a little unclear what happens to Gedge after that. He isn't credited as being in the 1884 Eton Society in the larger school register but it's unclear if that's because he wasn't re-elected or if he just graduated. Either way, he went on to become a barrister in London, which makes a lot of sense. Sadly though, he passed away in WW1, which we were really normal about
Thank you Lt. Gedge, for truly embodying the eternal spirit of an outspoken debate-kid, a friend to the lefties, a proto-yimby, a terminal back-talker, and the kid in a biology class that's a little too excited for the dissections. I hope your life, however short, was a rich and bright one. Thanks for the incredibly entertaining afternoon, brother 🫡
