dude are you fucking kidding me i do watch cooking shows like this
Everyone I know watches cooking shows like this
If you’re not watching a cooking show like this what’s the point

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dude are you fucking kidding me i do watch cooking shows like this
Everyone I know watches cooking shows like this
If you’re not watching a cooking show like this what’s the point
Scientists have discovered how to make glow-in-the-dark cats by inserting the jellyfish genes that create fluorescent proteins into feline eggs.
I needed to check that this was real, and apparently, it is. What’s more, the end goal in these experiments was to fight feline AIDS, creating glow-in-the-dark cats was a side effect. That might be the greatest sentence I write this year.
Ok, so the short version is that scientists want to insert a Useful Gene. But they have no way of knowing if the Useful Gene actually got incorporated into the cat’s (or other animal’s) DNA. So they glue the Glow Gene to the Useful Gene. If the animal glows, both genes got inserted successfully.
Yes! Pretty much every glow in the dark science animal is that way because of the above! A lot of people don’t get that, and think scientists are just screwing around and doing slightly irresponsible things with animal DNA just cuz they can. That’s not the case at all
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this is making me CRY
POV you are Benny
Love that you can see the exact moment that Enlightenment™ occurs for this little dude. Good job, you did it.
Right there
that is the face of a man worried he will be next
Good news, he was not next! In fact, she accepted him as her mate, he learned the crane mating dance and now every year, he artificially inseminates her with crane semen to expand the very endangered crane population. True story.
Sorry, he WHAT? Imagine being this man's boss and having to sit him down like. Listen. Brian. We need you to fuck the bird. You have to act like you're excited about it.
crane husband.....
this is the diametric opposite of all those awful swan wife stories and i love it.
(WalWaPo makes you jump through like three separate hoops before you can read the article, so I will share some of the highlights:
Walnut was born in a species-recovery breeding program in the 1980′s. The program had crane chicks hand-raised by human volunteers, and at that time they did not fully understand the measures necessary make sure that the chicks do not imprint on humans and retain their identity as cranes. Â
As a result, her keepers believe, Walnut does not recognize other cranes as members of her own species. Â
It has not been proven that Walnut killed her previous suitors; however, there is a persistent rumor in the white-naped-crane-conservation community that she did. Â
Because this species is highly endangered, and the gene pool of the captive population is small, it’s pretty important for the survival of her species that Walnut A) mate, and B) not kill a bunch of other cranes. Â
The actual name of the keeper is Chris Crowe.
They both arrived at the Smithsonian Conservation Biology Institute in 2004. Â
Walnut immediately began paying special attention to Chris--and ignoring the eligible male crane in a nearby enclosure. Â
Walnut initiated their courtship, performing the opening moves of a mating dance. Â
Chris realized that if he reciprocated the mating dance, it might be possible to artificially inseminate Walnut with her participation and consent. (The process normally involves restraining the bird.) Â
It worked! Â
Chris and Walnut have had five children, who were raised by other crane couples at the facility--sometimes the biological dad and his mate--both because it’s unclear whether Walnut would accept the chicks as her own, and because Chris is not equipped to be a Crane Dad. Â
However, the Institute provides her with artificial eggs to sit on, and Chris takes his turn looking after them. (This would not work with real eggs because he can’t sit on them properly, but Walnut seems to feel that he is on the job if he just stands over them.)
Chris accepts that he is pretty much married to this bird. White-naped cranes live to be about 60, and they mate for life, so he knows he can’t retire while Walnut is alive. (At the time of the article, Walnut was 36, and Chris 42.) Â
Legit cannot pick the funniest part of this
she has not been PROVEN to have killed her exes, but there is a PERSISTENT RUMOR (really officers she's simply DEVASTATED, she sobs, wearing a new feather boa unfortunately resembling her most recent deceased husband)
His name is Chris CROWE. (Mrs. Walnut Crane-Crowe?)
the mental images of a whole human man learning and performing the crane mating dance, and "sitting" on artificial eggs so she thinks he's performing his duties as a husband and father (and apparently OBJECTS if he does not?)
"chris, buddy, you gotta marry the possibly-murderous crane lady for the GOOD OF THE SPECIES." (alternately: "chris, my man! good news! we found you a very interested lady! She's 36, she's very spirited and independent, she holds a very important and rare status in her society! ...Is there a downside? WELL...")
chris sits any potential human partners down, like "my love, you must understand before we wed,,, i am already... Attached" (camera drifts wistfully to the above photo) "Lady Walnut and I have an,, Understanding... the relationship is open, but very committed"
just had to explain this post to my father bc he thought my stifled laughter was a signal of illness.
well done, everyone, good game. hit the showers.
Not only is he 'married' to walnut, this has apparently happened SEVERAL times, so he has MULTIPLE crane wives, none of which know about any of his other crane wives. This man is, for some unknown reason, irresistible to cranes
the “this content has been removed for violating Tumblr’s Community Guidelines” notice really adds a lot of flavor to this post and somehow makes it MORE obscene than whatever that actually was
Got a new job at a natural history museum this summer! Hope I make a good night guard lol
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The cowboys... the Romans..... no........ they couldn't be.........
a kitty is like a stuffed animal that is so heavy and it bite you and she loves you so much and you’re best friends
The nuclear family setup is so stupid. We should all live in interconnected tunnels with our friends.
talkative cats are the backbone of society. when you look at a cat and they go “mrrp?” at you? that’s what it’s all about baby
in the evil world beanie babies would be called meanie babies
i love that i can just start off sentences with phrases like “in the evil world” and not elaborate at all, because people just get what i mean. like yeah yeah, the evil world, we all know it. the world thats just like ours but evil. we’re all familiar.Â
[ID: Three screencaps from Taskmaster. Lee Mack unrolls a tiny scroll of paper, as Alex Horne asks from off-screen, “Have you got your glasses?” Lee replies, “Please can you not talk to me like I’m 96, Alex?” He pats his pockets, saying, “I haven’t got my glasses, actually.” End ID.]
i'm thinking about five again and it's making me insane. this boy, as a thirteen year old child, looked at an indeterminate amount of time trapped in a lifeless wasteland as the one and only person alive on the planet and said oh, i'm going to lose my mind. that's what a lifetime of isolation would do to anyone and he's no exception. so do you know what he did? he found a lump of plastic, put all of his rationality and common sense and capacity for love into it, gave it a name, gave it an affinity for sparkles and a pronounced distaste for his alcoholic, impulsive, or otherwise reckless tendencies, and he walked into insanity with his eyes wide open. he pre-emptively combatted the inevitable with a controlled descent into madness and he did it on his own terms because like hell was he going down easy, and then when he finally got back to a place where he no longer needed to be fragmented just to survive, he took his brother's advice and he let it go
i can not get over how perfectly he landed. how did he do this
I have exciting information for you! Bird bones are not entirely hollow, rather they are filled with large air pockets. I find the result both delightful and terrifically unsettling!
To expand upon this: a lot of birds’ bones aren’t hollow in order to make them lighter, but instead so that they can take in more oxygen. This is because when you’re flying through the air at speeds of Fast™, it’s very hard to convince the air around you to flow into your nostrils at speeds that let you get enough to breathe. So, birds evolved hollowed out bones to circumvent this, as it allows them to store air.
I feel like not enough people are aware of the fact that birds are nightmare creatures that have respiratory systems that extend directly into their bones. And the same thing was the case with lots of dinosaurs, light bones let birds fly and let dinosaurs grow huge.
i love you ambiguous endings i love you pyrrhic victories i love you tragedy masquerading as a happy ending i love you characters who are living and dead at the same time i love you cognitive dissonance i love you existential death
tumblr is an awful place full of awful people and i hate every single one of you. “mr. sandman” came on and without blinking i sang man me a sand.Â
Make him the cutest car door man hook hand