hands on my head staring at a cork board with only two notes pinned on it that say "godwhacker by steely dan" and "the horus heresy" with fifty loops of string between them

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Jules of Nature

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Misplaced Lens Cap
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if i look back, i am lost
One Nice Bug Per Day
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
Sweet Seals For You, Always
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noise dept.
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
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Not today Justin
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hands on my head staring at a cork board with only two notes pinned on it that say "godwhacker by steely dan" and "the horus heresy" with fifty loops of string between them
Barbora Didžiokienė - Self-portrait, 1933–1967
Just now at dinner my mom told me that a woman rowed from California to Hawaii and not only beat the women’s speed record but also the men’s speed record
Of course I had to look her up; her name is Kelsey Pfendler
Kelsey Pfendler became the first American woman to successfully row solo from California to Hawaii.
You know I turned on the sound just to help me understand what was going on and I guess it was exactly what it looked like.
Ooh! Spot the industrial safety device! The worker has to press a 'stab the cheese' button with both hands. This is because if they're doing that, neither of their hands can be within the cheese stabbing zone.
This cheese is being stabbed safely
early this morning i heard what sounded like someone sawing wood by hand. not like the euphemism for snoring, i mean a hauling-ass kind of wood sawing, like wile-e-coyote-has-a-scheme-to-put-together-in-five-seconds-flat kind of sawing. which is a frankly bizarre thing to hear in a manhattan walkup, let me tell you. but i looked out the window and didn't see anyone doing any carpentry on the street outside, so i sort of forgot about it.
and like an hour ago i got a hankering to take a bath. i've never bothered taking one here because the tub is old and kinda grody, but i thought "this is as good a reason as any to thoroughly clean it"... anyways i got really fucking impatient because it was taking fucking forever and the bleach stinks like ass so i started going kind of apeshit with the scrub brush. and guess what that sounded exactly like
People do not give us (Brasil) enough credit for:
Our fucked up dolphins
Our fucked up porcupines
Our fucked up snakes
This
estimate of the average person's amount of swearing over time.
data source: my ass
LTypI (a play on ATypI) stands for “Lack of Typographic Imagination”, the act of picking a typeface because its name matches the content. Th
this is pretty funny, examples of signs etc where the name of the typeface matches what it says, usually by coincidence.
after thinking about it, a space marine could probably skinfade himself. for a real person, its impossible because you can't see the back of your own head and so can't keep track of the many areas to shave, each with different guards on the clipper, different lever adjustments, etc. BUT! given that space marines have ridiculously good memory and spacial sense, he could just do the same series of motions each time. he'd just have to get it right once, and then he'd be fine to do that once a week for the next few thousand years. before that he would definitely fuck himself up multiple times and look ridiculous though. thankfully a helmet would hide it until it grows back and he could try again.
anyways i think this would be the most iron warriors thing anyone could ever do because it is:
paranoid (i don't want anyone standing behind me or touching me!)
unsociable (i don't need anybody's help!)
making things unnecessarily difficult for no reason (i'm also not going to shave myself bald or do a crew cut or anything easy!)
a form of art that is often dismissed as a mere trade labor, as if getting your hands dirty isn't a universal consequence of creative pursuits. not to mention the vital nature of barbers, who never get credit for their role in public health and sanitation (mainly preventing parasites from spreading), who never get to retire because they live off dogshit wages with no union and have no one to turn to for help (because they hate each other so fucking bad). have you ever seen what's hidden under a hardhat at the end of a hotass day? or a homeless guy's beanie in winter? because its not a clean head!!! its not!!! a clean!!! head!!! you ever had to scrape the mold off a hobo??? do you think they're capable of giving a good tip!? but it has to be done without complaint because somebody has to be the-- [i am dragged off the stage by a hazard-striped shepherd hook]
So every year, my aquarium does a captive lobster hatchery project (hence all the loblings). The reason we’re doing it is because in the wild, loblings only have a 1 in 25,000 chance of surviving their larval phase. They’re plankton as babies and everything eats them. Additionally, as the Gulf of Maine warms, they are having even lower survival rates because the blooms of copepods they feed on as babies are happening earlier in the year, and they’re missing it.
Obviously, the goal of this experiment is to grow the lobsters until they’re big enough to settle to the seabed and then release them, because they have a much higher likelihood of surviving to adulthood when they’re able to hide. Ideally, captive lobster hatcheries can boost the wild population and keep things stable, so we don’t have a major crash in a decade or two.
The first year we tried this was pretty bad. We had a lot of eggs, but very few babies. It turned out that the CO2 levels in the building spiked as more guests visited throughout the summer, and that settled into the water and threw off the pH and caused a chemical reaction that prevented a lot of the eggs from hatching. I think we ended up releasing three baby lobsters (which is still better than their wild survival rate but not great).
The second year was a little better. We added a de-gasser to the aquarium and got a ton of larval lobsters, but right as they were settling to the bottom we had a disease outbreak that killed most of them. We ended up releasing four babies at the end of the season.
But this year? Oh boy. We have so many lobsters that we had to release the first round early (usually we wait till September or October so guests can see them). We just released a total of FIVE HUNDRED AND TWENTY FIVE baby lobsters, and we still have over a hundred who haven’t settled to the bottom yet. I genuinely don’t even have words to explain how cool this is. OVER FIVE HUNDRED. We just added hundreds of lobsters to the wild population that wouldn’t have been there otherwise.
Conservation is so fucken sick
me nd my pirate girlfriend
[holdin hands]
me: bb ur hands r so cold
her: that me hook
I honestly think Gen-Z and younger simply does not understand how recent widespread smartphone adoption is.
I am not that old, and I didn't have a smartphone until probably late high school. For most of my life, many if not most people were not walking around with a magic internet machine in their pocket that they pulled out and used constantly for everything.
reblog if you remember having to ration your text messages and accidentally opening the internet on your phone was the end of the world
How old were you when you got your first smartphone?
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"FUNGAL CULTURES" (2006), DAVID MIDGLEY
Asking myself the question, which primarchs would announce when they're going to go jerk off, just to come to the conclusion that most of them would within the right situation and with the right delivery. Guilliman, for example, wouldn't boldly yell about needing to go touch himself. He would, however, excuse himself from a conversation by mentioning that he has an appointment in his chambers he needs to attend. Meanwhile, Leman would absolutely just say he's gonna go beat his meat and do the gesture for emphasis
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archived on 2009-04-28 08:05:44
Liz Toohey-Wiese, 2024.
"A sign installed in the largest wildfire burn I’ve ever seen, along the BC/YK border. Borrowing the aesthetics of BC Recreation Site signs, once again pointing to the overlaps of outdoor recreation, resource extraction, and the consequences of the climate crisis. Most recreation sites in BC exist along previously built logging and mining roads.
“Forced into a great and difficult transformation” was a line I heard in a lecture on Buddhist philosophy I was listening to on my drive up north. But it became another mantra I thought about while living in a place that’s been utterly transformed by resource extraction over the past century, and as I thought about the burnt landscapes I drove through."
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