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if i look back, i am lost
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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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Jules of Nature
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i love how Indeed is like
tailored for you! here’s your shortlist of job opportunities that perfectly match your preferences and abilities as an artist with clerical career skills:
-booger farmer (45 miles away)
-astronaut (5 minutes away)
and neither of them are actually hiring
when i was a tiny baby queer (aka a 24-year-old), i went to my first pride festival probably three months after i kicked ex-gay therapy to the curb and came out to my parents. being the people they are, my parents came with me. they weren’t really sure about this whole gay thing, but they loved me and wanted me to be safe and happy and wanted to be involved in what was important to me, so they came along. (i also think my mother still might have thought i might get drugged or murdered or beaten by a protester of which there were plenty.)
anyway i wanted a memento of my first pride, you know, and this one vendor was selling keyrings, and i liked it, so i bought one. do you remember those italian charm bracelets that were all the rage like 10-15 years ago? it was a keychain like that, and it had a rainbow rooster, a rainbow cat, and then just a rainbow, and so I bought it.
i run into my mom a couple of vendors over and she goes oh you bought something? what’d you get? so i showed her, and i was like, “I’m not sure why it’s a rooster and a cat. Seems kind of random. But I liked the rainbows.”
and my mom, who was some form of minister’s wife for most of my childhood and teenagerhood, stares at me like she thinks i’m joking.
“What?” i say.
“…it’s a cock and a pussy, Jules,” she says flatly, and that is the story of how i died at the age of 24 while attending my first pride festival.
I love how every June this one gets dug up and passed around again, lmao.
oh no is this what we’re doing now
…relic…
*crumbles and blows away on the wind*
Today at work a little crow fledgling was just having the worst damn day. The little goober kept trying to shove its way into the door and screaming at its reflection while I was helping a lady look at a bed.
I pointed it out to her and together we regarded the infant screaming.
After she left my coworker came up and informed me there was a bird on her car. I went out to look and lo, the fledgling had scrambled up onto her windshield and was pecking forlornly at its reflection.
It stayed perched there in the hot sun, trying to move higher up the car with no success but too scared to fly down. She was agitated that it was on her car since she didn’t know if it would leave on its own.
“It’s a baby,” I told her, “It’s still learning how to fly.”
“That’s a baby?! It’s so big!”
“Yeah, it’s just a little guy.”
I went out to investigate. The parents began screaming and swooping. I placated them with crackers which they accepted without relenting their screaming. My coworker said she could now see that the creature on her car was indeed a baby with the sleek black parents swooshing angrily around in the air.
We regarded the baby together. After a while I started noticing it was showing signs of fatigue and distress. Mouth gaping but not begging for food, wings drooping. I went back out to check on it.
I was debating moving the baby; the day kept getting hotter and it didn’t have the energy or skill to relocate itself. My coworker also wanted the bird to stop pooping on her car. So eventually I announced, “I’m gonna move the bird.”
“Your gonna grab it? Aren’t you scared?”
I looked at her in bafflement. I grew up around every imaginable kind of fowl. The only bird I’d be scared of would be some of the big flightless ones. Even geese/swans are manageable if you just grab their necks before they really get flapping. The parents were not gonna go for my eyes like magpies and in general crows tend to recognize when you’re trying to help. “It’s just a little baby guy. It’s fine.”
I approached the baby amidst its parents shrieking crow obscenities down upon me. I scooped it gently like the burger.
I cannot begin to convey how soft that baby crow felt. It was the downiest most pleasant tactile thing that I’ve maybe ever held and the experience was only slightly marred by the goober trying ineffectually to bite me. It was stymied by the fact that it ain’t my first rodeo.
I brought it ten feet away to a nice shady tree. I held the baby gently so it could get its feet under it on the branch. It seemed a bit confused at this point but eventually gripped the branch and I stepped back and threw peanuts in self defense while the angry parents swooped showily around at me.
It stayed there pretty much the rest of the day. Its parents both checked in to make sure I hadn’t murdered it then flew back to where we could see a nest. So best theory is that this dingus was the first to start fledging and couldn’t actually return to the nest after launching.
I told my wife afterward and they went, “You. You touched the bird?!” My coworkers husband was also flabbergasted that I’d been brave enough to grab it. My coworker said she was just gonna shove it off her car with a broom.
As if they didn’t know who they married. As if I am not someone who would confidently help a stray cat or wrangle a chicken.
I informed them that barring gloves I had thoroughly washed my hands twice and it was worth it to get the silly infant off a slippery car and into the shade.
You haven’t seen that meme?
That has to be the most humiliating way to describe one of Earth's most terrifyingly effective predators.
Picture of her from the USA Today
I would let her kill me for sport
The other night husband and I were watching a documentary about the yeti where they were doing DNA analysis of samples of supposed yeti fur, and every one of them came back as bears.
Anyway, the next night we watched a thing about some pig man who is supposed to live in Vermont. People said it had claws and a pig nose but walked upright like a man. Now, I happen to know that sideshows used to shave bears and present them as pig men. So every piece of evidence they gave of this monster sounds to me like a bear with mange.
So now the running joke in our house is that everything is bears. Aliens? Bears. Loch Ness monster? Bear. Every cryptozoological mystery is just a very crafty bear.
Bears. They’re everywhere. Be wary. Anyone or anything could be a bear.
oh shit
As the OP of this post, I’m going to threaten that if this gets to one million notes by the 10 year anniversary on 1 June 2026, one year from today, I will get a lower back tattoo of the loch ness bear monster.
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autism tests are so funny. I'm extremely literal most of the time, but people don't tell me that generally, so I'm inclined to answer disagree. because I'm taking the statement too literally
^not my post but same sentiment
I was looking for photos of one physical condition that happens to penises and came across this photoset.
This is a lot to unpack
has anyone done this yet idk?
FUCK. i think i have to learn blender
the humble manual smoothie maker after they break their hands:
every day i log in here and get beat up by genies
HEY !!!!
the horse when asked what he would like for dinner
put a bullet in me already why dont you
hold on. everyone shut up. i need to cry about the concept of a touch-starved gun
^ Harry du Bois would say that.
I feel like pirating media that isn’t sold or offered anywhere legally anymore shouldn’t be called piracy. Girl thats archaeology
Trump's medical records were released on Friday night (May 29, 2026) so the US population wouldn't see it
Tldr
But let's get into it
If he's 238 lbs, I'm magically 300 lbs, because ain't no way; daily 2 cholesterol medications & Asprin also conflicts with report's focus on his Coronary artery, leg swelling, & hand shake bruising
They also gave him another MoCA, which btw is not normal to do so because patients will eventually memorize the answers and score better.
So even though the report says he is in good health to continue being president, it doesn't actually explain why he visibly &, when speaking, has gotten worse.
Rosuvastatin treats atherosclerosis & prevents another heart attack.
Ezetimibe treats high cholesterol as well but tends to pop up to help with Cerebrovascular Disease being at play (so maybe prior stroke)
Using both together can permanently damage the liver- so he must have had a heart attack before for the medical team to accept the risk.
And Asprin prevents blood clots - which is helpful with those prior medications especially if it is Cerebrovascular Disease, but it's really the Rosuvastatin doing the heavy lifting it it's more heart & arteries full of LDL.
So yeah- the report is somewhat bs if you look at the medications but also this isn't the only possibility
The only other option, because of the specific combination of drugs- is probably Dyslipidemia; which is excessive fat or LDL in the blood with low HDL (which stems from Cardiovascular disease).
But again it's hard to tell since so much of the 3 page report is bull shit.
So yeah
Trump has probably had a heart attack before- maybe stroke *gestures to repeated cognition tests not really being done properly & shrugs* and his medical team is worried about a round 2 being worse since he's clearly gained weight and still has signs of circulation issues. Also whether it's cardiovascular or cerebrovascular doesn't really matter because both overlap anyways with atherosclerosis which is very obviously what Trump still has, otherwise he'd have less medications.
And also because almost all of this is outside of my jurisdiction, other than the cognition test parts (that literally would be thrown out in any other patient situation because why tf would one do the same test over & over and not do other tests?) Don't cite me or quote me- folks who do vascular specializations will be weighing in tomorrow - next week in mass, I can feel it in my bones.
But yeah, I wouldn't give an all clear on Donald J. Trump being "mentally healthy enough" to be president since they're not actually testing him properly for that. In my psychology based opinion- it is giving "he had a stroke/heart attack from ignoring lewy body dementia symptoms and is now panic treating everything to slow down secondary symptoms because if he gets put on any dementia medication he'll be forced to retire" but ugh the report is fucking weird so ¿?
