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My love language is "[bbc], you're a data nerd. What do you think?"
I love the Mister but he's so weird about people at the house.
Like I said, his parents are staying here when we're gone to take care of the cats. There's an off chance that nephews mayyy come visit them for a day or two at some point, unlikely but not outside the realm of possibility. The boys are 15 and 17, not toddlers.
I take a variety of medicines daily and have my 2-week pill case filled to bring with us, but I'm leaving the orange bottles behind. I keep them in a toiletry case right near the coffeepot in the kitchen so I remember to take them when I get up. They're also like... blood pressure medication, a blood thinner, aspirin, etc, nothing particularly interesting to a teenager. And the Mister is like, "we should lock them up somewhere so no one gets into them."
It's not ADHD meds or painkillers or like xanax or something. They're not little kids who might get into random pills without knowing what they are, nor are they worth anything to steal/resell. And BIL told the Mister that they're probably not coming anyway!
So he wants to move and lock up my pills on the off chance that two kids who have never stolen anything from us before in the numerous times they've visited MIGHT be here while we're away and would suddenly decide to investigate a nondescript gray bag on a shelf near the coffee grounds and then take my not very interesting pills???
And I thought I had anxiety, good lord.
"There is a plague in this country of headlight brightness," she told the House Appropriations Commitee in July. "It is shockingly bright. If you look back to halogen light bulbs, you're reaching somewhere around 700 to 1200 lumens. New LED technology, these sons of b—s get to 12,000 lumens."
Gluesenkamp Perez brought the — it turns out — bipartisan issue as an amendment to the Transportation, Housing, and Urban Development Bill, asking the U.S. Secretary of Transportation to study the impact of headlight brightness and set a maximum brightness standard.
"It's not a binary choice between walking around in the dark and the fire of 1,000 suns," she said. "The standards on this have not been reformed since before I was born."
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I started listing the things I've done and still have left to do and realized nobody cares so I deleted it but let's just say I'm so tired and why is it so stressful to get to do something FUN?
Once again these trips make me feel so weird because I know being able to take a two week trip to a place that's not visiting family makes me richer than my dreams growing up, and yet. So stressed trying to do all this crap myself.
The Mister and I have different priorities. I would not care if I came home to a disaster area of a house as long as when we left I knew I would have what I needed with me and everything would be squared away and I could enjoy my vacation without worrying. He, on the other hand, is very go with the flow and wouldn't care if we forgot something as long as he's not coming home to a mess at the end.
In the end we're a good team, we have what we need when we are there AND we come home to a nice house. But I run around the night before we leave pulling out crap like a whirlwind while he literally sweeps behind me and both of us are just like, why are so you being so fucking weird and focusing on the wrong thing?
You'd think the worst part of vacation* would be having to come home, but the worst part is ACTUALLY the 2-3 days before leaving.
You've already done the fun part of planning, you're not quite at the getting to enjoy it all part. Instead you've got to pack your shit and finish your work before you're away and take care of a million other things before you can go.
At least when I come home, I have the benefit of getting to see the cats and sleep in my own bed again after having been away for a while, and I've done all sorts of fun stuff. These few days at the end before vacation actually starts are so stressful.
For example, writing a SEVEN PAGE DOCUMENT OH MY GOD of all the things my in laws need to know about the cats and the house while they're staying here for two weeks.
Like I obviously had put together some bullet points about how to give Eclipse his medicine and where to pick up the CSA share if they want our veggies and whatnot, but my FIL wanted to know about how to connect to the the printer? What are you planning to print??? And how to work the air conditioner? The man is an engineer??? Click the plus button to make it go up and the minus button to make it go down?????
I can't decide if this is helpful or patronizing, but oh well I wrote it and printed it so here we are
My poor baby. :(
Took Eclipse to the vet today and they said he has a hyperthyroid problem and is down to 4 pounds. They gave me some medicine that he has to take twice a day and we're going to bring him back in a couple of weeks.
His little veins were so tiny and he was so squirmy that it took all four legs trying to get even a little bit of blood so they could test the thyroid. (She suspects he has some kind of IBS too but wasn't able to draw enough blood to test for both things.)
They want to do surgery to remove his thyroid once the medicine gets him back to a stable range where he can go under anesthesia more safely, but the Mister is skeptical. I gave him some stuff to read and told him he should come back to the vet with me if he's got questions. It's like, I do not think the vet is making this up my man, she seemed competent and honestly just fucking look at his sickly little body.
MY BIG STRONG LITTLE MAN HAS CRACKED 8 POUNDS, I'M SO PROUD OF HIM
This is an awesome use of what is probably a master's degree if not a doctorate and I am 100% thrilled that she shared it even though it was embarrassing and she squeaked.
Thank you, adorable scientist, for making people's lives better.
As an Australian, THIS WOMAN IS A FUCKING GODSEND.
this is Hannah Fry, Professor of the Public Understanding of Mathematics at the University of Cambridge and president of the Institute of Mathematics and its Applications.
This video changed my life.
I don't read as much fic as I used to but one "tell" for non Canadians writing us, besides the etransfer, is the units you use to describe us measuring something. I hate to tell you this but The Chart is real and it's completely subconscious. Please abide
ETA the chart (or at least a version of it):
ETA2: we do use inches/miles in poetic ways ("he was lost in thought/miles away" or "his lips were a bare inch away").
Also, the length of a dick is in inches for SURE.
his dick was a reasonable 0.0001524 kilometers long.
You'd think the worst part of vacation* would be having to come home, but the worst part is ACTUALLY the 2-3 days before leaving.
You've already done the fun part of planning, you're not quite at the getting to enjoy it all part. Instead you've got to pack your shit and finish your work before you're away and take care of a million other things before you can go.
At least when I come home, I have the benefit of getting to see the cats and sleep in my own bed again after having been away for a while, and I've done all sorts of fun stuff. These few days at the end before vacation actually starts are so stressful.
For example, writing a SEVEN PAGE DOCUMENT OH MY GOD of all the things my in laws need to know about the cats and the house while they're staying here for two weeks.
Like I obviously had put together some bullet points about how to give Eclipse his medicine and where to pick up the CSA share if they want our veggies and whatnot, but my FIL wanted to know about how to connect to the the printer? What are you planning to print??? And how to work the air conditioner? The man is an engineer??? Click the plus button to make it go up and the minus button to make it go down?????
Caleb you've got to get it together. Jeopardy has been on the air for decades, stop forgetting to say "what is"!!!
Super sweet loved ones vs. super honest loved ones
I fucking hate review time at work.
"What would you like to focus on for your growth and development during the next review period?"
I don't WANT to grow. I just want to do my job, which I am already good at, and continue to do it well, then live my life.
Also we started this new thing that's peer reviews, where you have to nominate someone in the unit (i.e.: not a manager) to provide constructive feedback. When they rolled it out I fucking *asked* what management is going to do to make sure that it's equitable and they said absolutely, of course, something will be in place. And then I just got assigned FIVE requests for evaluations from my peers. That's like 30% of staff in my unit. I'm going to have to spend basically all day tomorrow on it, since they're due in a couple of weeks when I'll still be out.
i'm having another extremely annoying afternoon send post
Almost Paradise 1x9 - "A Wedding to Die For"
(requested by @notasapleasure)
You'd think the worst part of vacation* would be having to come home, but the worst part is ACTUALLY the 2-3 days before leaving.
You've already done the fun part of planning, you're not quite at the getting to enjoy it all part. Instead you've got to pack your shit and finish your work before you're away and take care of a million other things before you can go.
At least when I come home, I have the benefit of getting to see the cats and sleep in my own bed again after having been away for a while, and I've done all sorts of fun stuff. These few days at the end before vacation actually starts are so stressful.
“Kids shouldn’t have to know about that.”
Okay so actually letting a serious topic be vague and confusing is much more scary for a child than explaining it in calm language they can understand.