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DAY 15
GIVE IT UP FOR DAY 15
You can only reblog this 12 times a year
Make the most of that
Every month I reblog this and every month I’m baffled that it’s already the 15th.
I’m scheduling this for every month
i’m using Internet Explorer, i hope this posts quickly. happy new year 2011
its awesome because the longer this post circulates the funnier it will get
DAY 15
GIVE IT UP FOR DAY 15
You can only reblog this 12 times a year
Make the most of that
Every month I reblog this and every month I’m baffled that it’s already the 15th.
I’m scheduling this for every month
IT ONLY APPEARS ON THE FIFTEENTH OF EVRY MONTH
THIS ONLY APPEARS ON 15THS WTF
*slams reblog button*
I wish I knew the exact time and date that harry told snape ‘there’s no need to call me sir professor’ so that I could take a moment of silence to remember the moment each year
Judging from the context of the chapter…
We know that it’s September 2nd. I’d put it between 9:00 AM and 11:00 AM. (They have breakfast and then a free period. They have Snape’s class before their break, which was before their lunch.)
But in the UK first period typically only starts at 9 AM. So free period from around 9-10 AM and Snapes class from 10-11 AM I’d say.
Okay so 10am-11am every September 2nd is now an hour dedicated to remembering the most glorious piece of dialogue ever spoken by a fictional character
ok this just appeared on my blog with ample time for you all to prepare because apparently I stumbled across it months ago, and scheduled it to post on september first. executive function TRIUMPH!!!!!!!
Its National Scare The Fuck Out Of Your Pets Day!
Have fun blowing shit up, but please remember that July 5th is the busiest day for animal shelters FOR. A. REASON.
Fireworks scare and confuse animals, especially pets. Even if your indoor/outdoor cat reliably comes home to eat every day, fireworks could frighten it way outside its normal roaming area, and it could become lost.
Even if your dog has never even hinted at hopping the fence, dogs can hear fireworks up to 5 miles away, and WILL panic and try to escape the sound.
A lot of animals who bolt, end up injured in their panic, in addition to being hopelessly lost.
So lock up your pets! Bring in your cats and dogs, and give them a quiet, comfortable place in your home to wait out the fireworks.
It may seem silly, but your pets have no idea whats going on. They dont know its normal, or fun. They hear danger, and will wig out. They need you to comfort, and ensure them that its safe.
And if you're out tonight, keep your eyes peeled for wandering animals. Most will be terrified, so don't approach. Make note of their location, direction, any identifying marks, and contact animal control.
Many cats and doggos will thank you. And their people.
"Celebrate responsibly" applies to all aspects of a holiday involving booze and explosives. So. Be responsible.
This has been a PSA.
Sometimes I say self loathing things to my therapist and he looks at me dead in the eyes before saying “You fucking moron.” and tbh same
Me: I think I don’t exist.
Therapist: Listen, you do exist, and if you didn’t, someone would have to create you because the world would be a much sadder place.
Me: Jerome, how dare you saying something so sweet when I’m dissociating.
Me: Honestly, (thing that is totally fucked up for any ‘sane’ person) is normal, right?
Therapist: No.
Me: Wow.
Therapist: You’re just a fucked up bitch.
Me: I do agree with the fucked up bitch part.
Therapist: That’s a start!
Me: I guess he’s still my friend?
Therapist: Considering what you told me and how much you wanna beat him to death, he’s not. You pretty much hate him despite knowing him for years.
Me:
Me: Why did I need to come here to realize that.
Therapist: Because that’s my job to help you to understand some stuff. Also because you’re way too kind and you would let someone punch you in the guts and still consider them as your friend while they stab you.
Me: I don’t need that kind of call out, Jerome.
Me: Hey, I brought you coffee. And croissants too, but I ate them. *puts Starbucks coffee in front of him*
Therapist: Oh that’s nice!!... Oh my name is on it!!
Me: Yeah!!
Therapist: It’s wholesome but... *very confused and silently*... How do I drink it?
Me, not being able to come to my appointment and having to call him: I’m sorry, it’s all my fault, I’m so so so sorr-
Therapist: I dare you to say sorry one more time. I dare you.
Therapist: Hey I wanna show you this super funny image I found the other day.
Me: What-
Therapist: *turns his screen and show me THIS*
Me:
Me: Jerome.
Therapist: You went to the gaypride?
Me: Yeah, I went.
Therapist: Was it something you enjoyed?
Me: Mh. Yeah. Sorta.
Therapist: Did you see some bears?
Me:
Me: Jerome wh-
Therapist: That’s the only term I know outside of the LGTB one, I wanted to use it.
Therapist: Are you sure you’re not becoming roommate with (name) because of pity? Kinda sacrificing yourself?
Me: No, I want it!!
Therapist: Finally, you’re not forcing yourself for the others! And you’re doing something you want! I’m proud of you!
Me: You’re more of a dad than my own father.
Therapist: That’s not very hard.
Me: I always wondered, are you queer?
Therapist: I am not.
Me: Ooh.
Therapist: Or am I?
Me: Ooh!
As an update, Jerome gave my appointment to someone’s else today so we were both in the waiting room, confused and he walked in, patted my head and said sorry but honestly it was hilarious.
The secretary came to tell me that Jerome actually forgot to write me down on the appointment list.
This is a 100% normal situation with Jerome as my Therapist.
As an addition, more than half of my friends want Jerome to adopt me and refer to him as “Therapist dad”.
He’s aware of it and think it’s hilarious.
Me, after complaining for the 25 times about my birth father: Idk if you noticed, but I’m full of anger against him.
Therapist: Oh, really, I never noticed. You know, you should turn that anger into indifference. It would help you.
Me: Unholy gods, I wish it was me.
Therapist: You know, people will still love you even if you don’t offer them things all the time. You don’t have to do that.
Me: What??
Therapist: Why don’t you send a mail to your psychiatrist when you have a bad mood swing?
Me: Like what? ‘Hey Joël wassup, I’ve been very suicidal lately last night I wanted to die. Hope you have rad vacations and the weed is good save some good kush for me, kissy kissy.’ ?
Therapist: Exactly.
Me: You’re as bad as me with human interactions Jerome, y’know.
Me, heavily dissociating: I don’t exist-
Therapist: Can I touch you to prove you that you do?
Me: Dinner first.
Therapist:
Therapist: Damien, you moron.
Therapist: You need vacations.
Me: I’m broke.
Therapist: Oh yeah.
Therapist: You still need vacations tho.
Me: Jerome, I am still broke.
Me, by text: Hey, you just walk by me!
Therapist, by text: Oh sorry. I didn’t see you.
Therapist, by text: Wait. Were you at the tattoo shop?
Me, by text, totally at the tattoo shop: You have no proof.
For a bit of context here: Around two months ago I went to a friend’s who happened the live on the same street as Jerome, which I didn’t know. He was really surprised to see me and came to check on me, asking me why I was here with a bit of concern on his voice. And this take place earlier this month:
Therapist: So your friend lives in the same street than I?
Me: Yes. Town’s short I guess.
Therapist: Were you really going to your friend...?
Me: Yes?? Why else would I be here?
Therapist: A lot of drug deals happen in this street and I see often teenagers and young adults coming and buy stuffs. I was a bit worried for you.
Me, at 2pm: I’m sorry I’m going to be late!
Therapist: Your appointment was this morning at 11:30am, Damien.
Me:
Me: What.
Jerome is still not aware of his fame and idk how to announce him.
Therapist; What’s up with you and wanting domestic rats.
Me: I’m gonna get a rat and call him Jerome just to piss you off.
Therapist:
Therapist: How dare you.
Therapist: Weed doesn’t do much on me and I must admit I’m kinda disappointed.
Me:
Therapist: Do you smoke?
Me: Jerome.
On hard days I wonder how Jerome is doing
He’s doing fine, last time he shown me his fav pic of a red panda which is this one
I FOUND IT I FOUND IT I FUCKING FOUND IT AAAAAAAH YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW HAPPY THIS MADE ME FEEL
It’s really amazing how happy people get when they find this post omg
Always reblog Jerome.
Is he now aware of his fame?
After months, he is, and he just told me “Haha, this is funny. I’m happy it’s helping people!”
I think he doesn’t realize that he’s known *worldwide*
Reblog this if you want a short/long anonymous message saying what they think of you.
absolutely love in school where theyre like “this child is obviously mentally ill but they get good grades so who cares”
why did you hide this in the tags it’s correct
IM SO PROUD?!!!!!!?!!! LIKE WEE MAN IS A FUCKING LEGEND?!!!!!?!!!!!?!
wanted to see a more recent update and
BOIS STILL GOING STRONG YEEHAW U GO LITTLE SCIENCE KID
Every time I reblog this I just really hope Daniel’s doing well
Damn can you imagine the depression this poor kid is gonna get hit with when he becomes a teenager
You, a demon, have befriended someone.
They are the best friend you have ever had in your long long life and you love them more than you thought you could ever love a human.
The only issue is that you haven’t told them what you are. The later it gets, the harder it becomes to tell them, and the easier it gets for them to figure it out on their own, but you are worried that they will be terrified of you and never want to see you again once they know.
You don’t realize you’ve been putting it off for about three hundred years. You’re so caught up in worrying about your own secret, it never really occurs to you that perhaps there is also something up with them.
“I mean, it’s one human. How long can it possibly live? Half a millennia?”
dog breeds that cannot give birth naturally should simply not be bred
My opinion is that dog breeds should be ended. Make a single gene pool of mutts and mongrels with a healthy body plan and a good diverse ancestry.
I mean, if you breed dogs for any specific purpose you are eventually going to get a breed. If you breed the best guide dogs for the blind together and produce offspring that are also good guide dogs, you will get a new Seeing Eye Breed, or a Search and Rescue Breed, or a Seizure Alert Breed...
Breeds themselves are not an inherently bad thing so long as there is sufficient screening for health and temperament and genetic diversity, and new blood is added to the mix. As long as humans are going to be sharing our spaces and lives with dogs instead of letting them go feral, there will be different breeds for different purposes and lifestyles.
When dogs breed freely among themselves they pretty much become bootleg dingos.
LMAO bootleg dingo!
they sure do! here are some pics of street dogs that have had many generations of interbreeding -- they all have that proto-dog base canine look (bootleg dingo is so good! very accurate) check it out
here are street dogs from India
here are street dogs from Morocco
Mexico
Istanbul
Moscow
Bangkok
Now, sometimes, you want a dog to help you do something, like pull a sled, or hunt a burrowing animal, or corral herds, and those dogs will have attributes that distill into
Sled dogs
Terriers
Herding dogs
etc. and that’s fine. But some breeders get hung up on aesthetic, arbitrarily deciding it is important to have an especially upturned nose, or especially short, bowed legs or whatever.
This is a bull dog skull
Their jaw bones don’t fit together properly. Their upturned noses cause breathing problems, which combine with other attributes to shorten their lifespan - on average they live half as long as, say, a golden retriever. The folds of skin around their face that breeders insist are so iconic to bully breeds trap moisture. Wrinkle faced bully breeds like frenchies, english bulldogs, pugs, and boston terriers are unable to do proper hygiene maintenance by themselves to prevent fungal infection in these folds of skin that can possibly rot their nose right off their face.
to OP’s point: Breeding different dog breeds can be a responsible thing to do, but only if done responsibly.
If you look at those street dogs and imagine hooking one up to a sled in Alaska or Russia, you can see where breeding for attributes we find in sled dogs would actually be the most humane thing you could do. Like, it snows in India. And those dogs mostly survive it. But it would be very cruel to take one out into the Siberian tundra.
On the other hand, some classic breeds have been twisted beyond their intended needs, and newer designer dogs are being thrown together with no sense of responsibility.
Labradoodles, for example, are super cute and backyard breeders were quick to take advantage of that for cash, without researching the bloodlines to avoid genetic problems.. in this case the fact that both labs and poodles have a genetic propensity for not only progressive retinal atrophy, which can cause blindness, but also von Willebrand's disease, a bleeding disorder. As a result, now Labradoodles are at higher risk for these specific health risks.
This is of special interest to me because I wanted a husky mix, and I knew about pomskies, these dogs:
a cross between huskies and pomeranians. But Pomskies are backyard designer dogs, bred with no thought beyond “omg cute”. They do not necessarily have good personality or health traits to combine.
So I found Klee Kais. These dogs:
Just as cute, much better dog.
Klee Kais were bred with a lot of research and forethought. Negative personality traits were diminished, positive behaviors were strengthened, genetic compatibility and health was of great concern. There were goals. There was a greater purpose, beyond just being super cute.
In the 80′s there was a responsible professional breeder in Alaska, a woman who had been breeding full sized siberian huskies. But she found herself wanting a husky that would be ideal for someone who lived in an apartment.
She needed to bring the size down, she needed to address some husky behavioral tendencies, and she needed to ensure she didn’t create genetic health risks. So she used two other breeds to do these things safely.
the Schipperke
and the German Spitz (aka the American Eskimo Dog)
careful responsible breeding wound up with Klee Kais, which come in three sizes
They are very healthy dogs, genetically. Also, they are better pets for average people than huskies tend to be.
Huskies are often very independent, they will choose to not listen, can be difficult to train, and often escape to go adventuring. They don’t make good guard dogs, often being very happy-go-lucky and not caring what you do if you aren’t directly fucking with their actual body. So you can come in and steal the TV and they’ll be like “Play? No? TV? Fine, I never watch that thing anyway.”
German spitz were often used as circus dogs, because they are very eager to please. They are extremely trainable, and they are velcro dogs, they stick to you, there’s no way they’re going to run away, they want to come to the bathroom with you. Schipperkes are little herding and alarm dogs, so they are also trainable and make good guard dogs. When these attributes replace those troublesome husky tendencies to ignore you, befriend intruders, and escape on field trips, you get a very good dog, well suited to apartment living, ideal for following you around and behaving well in a city.
And that’s exactly what I got with my dog Badger
Thanks for the informative post! Also I was wondering what your Badger was for a while now because he looked like a husky but was too small?
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So, we're alive in a decade which has so far been given no other name than the "Rawring 20s". My Chemical Romance has returned and Hatsune Miku is playing Coachella.
I don't know what kind of curse the Scene Kids put on this timeline, but it is very cool.
Some terry pratchett quotes.