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Annual PSA about lilies. A pretty flower isn’t worth your cat’s life, just don’t bring these into your home.
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If you live and vote in California, I hope by now you've heard that there is an election happening on September 14th. You may have even gotten your ballot in the mail already.
An election? In September? Yes. A stupid one.
You see, some Republicans got Big Mad at Governor Gavin Newsom when he made the decision to lockdown the state last year at the beginning of the pandemic. They decided to start a petition to remove (recall) him from office. California's state constitution allows voters to remove the governor via recall election if they get enough signatures.
How many signatures, you ask? 12% of the total votes cast in the previous election for the office of the person being recalled, or in this case, 1.5 million.
Yeah. That's all. Out of a state of nearly 40 million people. A state that is the 5th largest economy in the world.
Just 1.5 million people need to sign an official recall petition for a statewide vote to remove the governor from office.
(If you didn't know, a recall election is how California got Arnold Schwarzenegger for governor in 2003.)
If a simple majority (50% + 1 vote) of voters choose YES on their ballots, Gavin Newsom will be removed from office and whomever of the 46 candidates on the ballot gets more votes than anyone else (not even a majority vote, just more than the other candidates) will become California's new governor.
The current (as of today, August 20th) frontrunners are a very right-wing talk radio host named Larry Elder, and a real estate broker/YouTube personality named Kevin Paffrath. Neither have what you would call "political experience."
(Caitlin Jenner is also running. Just in case you were wondering.)
How do you get on a recall ballot in California? To replace the governor, the highest office in the state? Well, you need to complete the arduous task of forking over about $4000 and getting 7500 signatures of real Californians saying they back you as a candidate.
Yeah. That's all.
Oh, and just having this election is costing CA taxpayers over $250 million dollars.
So what's at stake if Newsom gets recalled?
Majority control of the US Senate.
You see, Senator Dianne Feinstein is 88 years old this year. She's been Senator since 1992. If she falls too ill to continue her duties, if she resigns, if she dies while in office, California does not hold a Senatorial election.
The governor appoints a replacement.
This is how we got our current junior Senator, Alex Padilla, after Kamala Harris was inaugurated as Vice President.
Let me say that again.
The governor appoints a replacement Senator if Dianne Feinstein cannot complete her term.
If enough people vote to recall Gavin Newsom, and a Republican, or Libertarian, or, let's be honest, any inexperienced wet sack that can be bought off by the highest bidder, takes his place, they will very possibly appoint a Republican Senator to replace Dianne Feinstein and put that fuckface Mitch McConnell back in control of the US Senate.
So please, please, if you're a Californian, make sure you're registered to vote, get your ballot, and vote NO on this stupid waste of money recall election.
The 12 questions that help explain the historical, political and logistical forces behind the effort to recall Gov. Gavin Newsom of Californ
More info:
www.sfgate.com/gavin-newsom-recall/amp/Gavin-Newsom-recall-poll-support-Elder-Paffrath-16390077.php
Voter guide:
https://www.kqed.org/recall
And more: https://www.latimes.com/opinion/story/2021-08-18/vote-recall-election
"78 percent of registered Republicans said they were “very interested” in voting in the recall, while only 47 percent of registered Democrats said the same. And while Newsom could theoretically take comfort in that 57 percent approval rating in the CBS News poll, that figure won’t help him unless people vote who don’t seem particularly inclined to." https://slate.com/news-and-politics/2021/08/california-recall-election-newsom-ballot-mess.amp
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the misogyny speech
my favourite thing ever in the history of this universe is the misogyny speech. i love it. i love it so much.
for those who don’t know what the misogyny speech is: australia’s PM julia gillard was our first female prime minister and was bullied relentlessly throughout her career by sexist politicians saying that as a woman she was unfit to lead. and then. then. one day, julia gillard snapped.
the resulting three-minute speech, known simply as the ‘misogyny speech’ in australia, was possibly the most epic smackdown seen in australian political history, surpassed only by “i wanna do you slowly”. it was incredible. students memorised it and marched through the streets yelling it. a national australian choir arranged it as a five-harmony piece. even hillary clinton went out of her way to meet julia gillard and tell her how fucking awesome the misogyny speech was.
i, personally, have the misogyny speech memorised. because i live in tony abbott’s electorate, and my dream of dreams is to see him at the shops one day and follow him while yelling it.
the misogyny speech: as australian as vegemite.
may the op one day fulfil their dream of dreams
it’s long but honestly every second is worth it the whole speech is incredibly inspirational
“that’s a direct quote by the leader of the opposition so I suggest those groaning take it up with him” Julia Gillard was taking no more shit what an inspiration
I like that he starts the speech off wryly smiling. That doesn’t last long.
http://www.smh.com.au/federal-politics/political-news/transcript-of-julia-gillards-speech-20121009-27c36.html
for those like me who prefer text
Holy shit. I don’t think I could or would have the level of poise she had when delivering this. This is like when a shower argument gets brought to life and I’m here for it
Well my week has been exciting so far.
I had some other work to do this morning (Figuring out some algae stuff involving 1000 L mesocosm up a mountain) so mystery species has been sitting alone in the lab all morning…..
Made it up to the lab today to find this. It’s probably from the fridge defrosting and not the creepy “algae”.
June 13th Update.
According to a few colleagues it’s either a plant, an algae, or a fungi. So that’s been helpful.
After a day with some sunlight I think I might be seeing some chloroplasts.
It seems to like the nutrient solution I added yesterday though!
I for one welcome our new plant, algae, or fungi overlords.
I was about to say “in a sensible lab people wouldn’t waste time with this, they’d autoclave the bottles and move on” but on reflection I can’t think of a single bio lab I’ve been in that wouldn’t immediately go “ooh, mystery algae, that sounds like a fun challenge; let’s devote multiple hours to identifying it for no reason”.
I need updates tell me about the algae
The mystery algae/plant/fungi/alien is stuck in the university growth chamber. With everything going on I probably won’t get to check in on it until September, possibly not until 2021.
So by that time it will have developed what, writing?
God I hope so, then I can train it to write my thesis!
This entire post is the most on-brand biologist thing I have seen in my entire godforsaken life. The moment this pandemic is over these guys have another crisis ready for us.
Can we get an update cause this is crazy
Update: Due to the global pandemic, the algae has been left alone in a weird hidden growth chamber for a year and will likely stay there for another year. Enjoy that information!
Friday, August 13th, 2021: Yesterday I visited the algae. Today I am going to bring a preserved sample home.
I’m going to be in the field for the next 2 or 3 weeks but soon after that I hope to once again try to ID it.
Any botanists/mycologists who want to help out? I’m afraid if it’s not algae my ID skills are very rusty.
Here it is, in all it’s glory, after 2 years in isolation.
Sampling on Friday the 13th just confirms that the horror movie plot is unstoppable now
On one hand, as a DM, I want to make my mysteries at least coherent enough for my players to follow and reasonably solve on their own.
On the other hand, “This family has a curse that turns them into trees when they turn 35 and the living members of the family are obsessed with turning their relatives into additions for their sprawling log mansion” is a fun idea and I refuse to give it up as a plot hook.
The nature of the curse was that the family was supposed to grow into a natural grove, free of control and constraint and eventually develop a sense of empathy with nature. By turning their own family members into furniture, they’ve twisted the nature of the curse so far that even the fair folk who cursed them stop and think they’ve gone too far.
Start with your classic Winchester mansion setup - eccentric family, probably noble, maybe got their money from logging? They live a bit away from the nearby town, and the locals don’t like going there. There are rumours of people going missing, and the family are constantly hiring new staff to attend to the steadily-increasing mansion.
By now your players are probably going to think vampires or a cult. Therein lies the red herring.
The players go up to investigate. Maybe they pose as labourers, or guards from the town. That’s when they find the mansion is currently having a new extension built. Inside is a chaotic sprawl of dead ends, doors to nowhere, rooms within rooms, stairways that go into the ceiling, that sort of thing. There is no floor plan. The staff don’t like going anywhere alone. The family seems very large, with lots of children, but nobody will give you a clear answer on how many people live there.
The family, again, are wealthy, vain and eccentric. They were nouveau riche, but that was long enough ago that they can almost be considered old money by this point. The apparent family matriarch is oddly young, barely middle-aged. Her eldest son (16) is gearing up to take over the family business. There are assorted aunts and uncles, nieces and nephews, but no old folk. She insists her husband is ‘out’.
The family aren’t terrible, all things considered. They like to give tours of the house, and consider its architectural weirdness a charm point. They laugh at the incredible creepiness. You get used to it, they say. The staff don’t like to look at them. They’re all a bit artsy, and they love interior design - it’s why the keep expanding. The children aren’t creepy, but they are everywhere, usually gathered in flocks by harried-looking nannies. A headcount suggests dozens. Near the expansion you find a workshop making furniture for the new parlour. An uncle with big, tough hands. He barely notices when he nicks his finger with a chisel. He just looks at the wound with a tired resignation. He quickly smothers the injury with a rag when he notices the party. He’s the younger brother of the former, now-absent, patriarch.
Feel free to scatter more mysteries here. Talk to the workers and you find out that they constantly need new workers, but that’s because so many suddenly quit and leave. They don’t go back to the town. People disappear from the house, but it’s mainly the family. Older relatives, not young like you’d expect from vampires. A hidden portrait gallery, with hundreds of paintings. Nobody older than middle-aged at time of painting. The freshest painting looks like the matriarch’s eldest, but as a man, presumably his father. It was painted just last year. None of them have a date of death. A strange feeling of being watched in the newer bits of the building, and a tomb-like feeling in the hub. A beautiful, ethereal figure half-glimpsed in the background of several paintings, looking increasingly sour.
One night, an old crone arrives, begging shelter. When let in, though, she points at the matriarch and declares this whole place cursed, and if she had any love left in her ‘cold-wood heart’ she would tear this house to the ground and never come back. The crone leaves without another word.
At the end of the party’s stay, the family are ready to announce the grand opening of the new parlour. It’s rich, extravagant, all wood panels and hand-carved furniture. There’s a reception. The party might finally notice something weird about one of the chairs. The wood-grain almost looks like the jacket you saw in the patriarch’s painting. Whoops! Rumbled.
If you wanted a boss fight to close, this would be a good time for the uncle to transform. The party notice than his hands look less like skin now and more like gnarled wood. Too soon, he says. It’s his 35th birthday tomorrow, he says. Just one more night. The family look at him with a weird expression. Not fear. Certainly not sorrow. It’s almost ... hunger.
He begins to transform. He becomes a mighty tree monster, and bellows that they won’t take him alive. The fight commences. After he’s defeated, as a final blow, the new patriarch sunk a wood axe into his former uncle’s face. If necessary, the matriarch will explain.
The party leaves unable to cure the family’s mania. She assures them not to worry ... they’ve got plenty of material to repair the parlour now.
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Being gay is natural? Okay.
You have three islands. Divide them into groups of one. The straight island, the gay island, and the lesbian island. The straight island is going to reproduce and keep going strong for millions of generations to come. The gay and lesbian islands will both wipe out in not even one century. This isn’t just about religion or morals, it’s just simple common sense. Being gay is unnatural, and not just because God said so, but because you yourself wouldn’t even be born without a REAL natural man and woman. And no, there is no such thing as a lesbian bone marrow “thing” to have children. That’s a biased fact that came from a lesbian scientist who has false opinions. If it’s not a real penis or vagina, then it’s fucking false and you’re just opinionated by dumb facts. I’m done here. Read over what I said and if you still think that being gay is normal and natural, then I hope you achieve some common sense one day. Bye
Where is this gay island located.. asking for a friend
I just have SO MANY questions. Why were we all separated onto different islands? Did the government sanction this? If so, why? Why didn’t we revolt against this tyrannical government? Where are these islands? How were they chosen? Are the continents of the world abandoned? What kind of resources are on each island? Are they the same or different? Does each island have a right to form its own government or does the government that segregated us still rule? If so, what island do they rule from and how do they communicate with the other two islands? If they can communicate with the other two islands, can all three islands communicate with each other? If the straight people keep reproducing, won’t their island become overpopulated and their resources depleted? Islands only have so much space right? Do straight people stop having gay kids? Isn’t it a fact that, to date, straight people are the largest manufacturers of gay kids? If a gay kid is born on straight island, do they get sent to their appropriate island? Wouldn’t that aid in the re-population of gay and lesbian island? What about people who are attracted to more than one gender? Are they just lost at sea, floating aimlessly? Is the ocean full of listless pansexuals, floating nowhere? Or are they trapped in some sort of purgatory because they don’t fit on any one island? Are there trees on lesbian island? Is it conceivable that if there were, a large group of lesbians could build a boat? Have you ever seen lesbians around timber? If they built a boat, could they travel to gay island? How far apart are the islands? If they could travel to gay island, would they be able to collect semen, return to lesbian island, and repopulate the island? Would they be able to send some of those children to gay island? Do trans people exist in this world? If so, wouldn’t they be able to aid in repopulation? If the lesbians decided to declare war on the heterosexuals, would they be able to reach their island? On the way to heterosexual island, could the lesbians pick up the gays and scoop the floating bisexuals from the sea? If so, would they all be able to go and attack heterosexual island together, wiping out its people’s, stealing its children and taking all its resources? Does this fantasy world get you off at night? Please write back soon!
Speaking up from the pansexual archipelago: I too have these questions
Checking in from bisexual bay: The boats are nearly complete and are equipped with a special invisibility function. We attack at dawn
Fuck the questions, lemme on that boat, I’m coming with you
*random ace just floating away into the sky like a balloon*
I am so here for an asexual sky nation. We live in floating cities and master the wind currents. Newly minted ace youths are sent up to us in baskets suspended under hot air balloons. We breed giant birds to bear us through the skies, or else build ourselves wings and gliders to fly in their midst. The only land we know are the tallest mountain peaks and the world is a bright blue gem spreading out beneath us.
(And we will of course be providing air support for the impending attack on Straight Island)
OP’s nasty-ass post got turned into a goddamn sci-fi dystopian adventure and I’m so here for it.
oh my god Bisexual Buccaneers from Both-Ways Bay is both a porn tile and my new life goals
i’m an asexual homoromantic does this make me our young heroine torn between worlds
You spend part of your time on lesbian island, learning the stories, and traditions, and part of your time in the vast floating asexual cities, training with your eagle so that you can one day become one of the chosen few: the messengers, who carry letters and passengers between islands, jumping the heterosexual blockades. When you enter this select group, you’re assigned the job of collecting reports from spies pretending to heterosexual on straight island, flying in at the dead of night, risking discovery to collect vital intelligence. You fall in love with a pansexual girl who’s chosen to hide her orientation so she can aid the Resistance. At the climax of the novel, you swoop down from above on your giant eagle to rescue your lady love from a frenzied mob. As straight island burns in the background, you share a chaste kiss and cuddle while discussing the possibility of a mountain-top pansexual outpost.
IT CAME BACK AROUND AND IT GOT BETTER!
The Origin of Jackalope Legends
Is the Shope papilloma virus
It’s a type of papilloma virus which causes rabbits to grow keratinous horn-like growths
Things Alcina has absolutely said to her daughters
“Where did all the antique vases in the foyer go?”
“Don’t you buzz at me, young lady! Get down here right now!”
“Stop trying to eat snow because you want to know what will happen! You KNOW what will happen!”
“Yes, Daniela, I want you to find true love, I just don’t think hanging up posters around the village advertising yourself is the way to do it.”
“Who got blood on the carpet?”
“Did you give Bela a black eye? ... No, it was not the opossum, try again.”
“Bela, if you don’t go to sleep, I will have to sedate you.”
“Just because your Uncle Moreau can breathe underwater doesn’t mean you can, too.”
“No, Angie is not— ... What did you just call her? Auntie Angie? Oh brother...”
“I am not calling a doll Auntie Angie. ... No, she’s— ... I am not disrespecting your aunt! ... I’m not even her niece!!”
“What did Auntie Angie let you do today?”
“I don’t care if Heisenberg let you race Lycans, I am your mother and I say no. ... NO HEISENBERG IS NOT GOING TO BE YOUR NEW MOM.”
“Why is there a horse in the parlor? How did you fit it through the door?”
“I should have kept you all as flies.”
“Cassandra, when did you have the time to remove the wheels on the five carriages? ... What do you mean you sold all the wheels?”
“Daniela, stop trying to eat your sisters’ flies because you want to know what they taste like!!”
“Bela, you didn’t kill yourself because, what? Heisenberg asked to watch Scooby-Doo with you and your sisters? Child, you concern me severely. Are you alright?”
“What do you want to call Mother Miranda? Grandmother Miranda? ...Yeah, sure.”
Can you recommend some vetblr blogs you like, or know? I like seeing vet and vet tech perspectives on animal related issues. (Additionally, do you know any dog groomers on tumblr?)
I unfortunately don’t know any groomers, sorry!
Here’s a list of some of the vetblrs/ animal people I follow and can confirm theyre all pretty fab:
@lizziedoesvetpath
@vet-and-wild
@talesfromtreatment
@champawattigress
@drferox
@followthebluebell
@gettingvetted
@veterinaryhumor
@theexoticvet
@vetisntdead
@two-tails-and-some-scales
Customs Check
Maggie hadn’t expected it to be so easy to scam the Imperial Authority, but then, Imperial Authority had a lot of work and there were nearly a thousand ships waiting to get through Customs. With papers that looked legitimate, presented by someone who looked like money, they were waved through with barely a glance. Maggie made a mental note of it, but since the lax security wasn’t actually hurting anybody, she probably wouldn’t do more than mention it to Luka.
Luka probably wouldn’t do anything about it either, except maybe put an Intelligence agent on the checkpoint to make sure nothing toodangerous was coming through.
“We’re never going through another checkpoint without you riding point,” Zaaba decided on their way back to the ship. Maggie laughed, still in the guise of Young Money with Zaaba and Kady serving as her personal bodyguards. Women, even those with obvious Other heritage, like Kady’s quarter-troll blood, were underestimated. It occasionally infuriated Maggie, but for now, it was useful. Being underestimated meant that no one was looking to closely at them for hidden motives. “That was the smoothest check-through we’ve had in years.”
Of course, it didn’t hurt that Maggie had a great many permissions on the ident card of Maggie Gol, including the authorization to bring whatever she wanted through a checkpoint.
That, however, was a secret she would keep to herself unless they found trouble. Zaaba would have questions if she knew, and Maggie didn’t want to try and explain why the Red Baron’s sister had Imperial Authorization.
“Why would they assume a problem?” Maggie said when they reached the Blackbird. “We have paperwork and don’t look like trouble. Customs only look closer when someone ha paperwork and looks nervous.”
“I expected you to look nervous,” Zaaba told her and raised her voice to their pilot. “Hey, Clunk, we’re clear. Get the hov-sled loaded up so we don’t have to carry everything to Salteyes’s people by hand. You’re cool under pressure, aren’t you, Girlie?”
“Unless there’s big magic, a gun to my head, or my brother in a temper, I assume it’s something I can handle.”
“You were alright with the kidnapping, too.”
“It wasn’t my first. I’m going to go get changed. This getup is pretty, but it’s been months since I wore any makeup and my face itches.”
“Yeah, go ahead, but get down here. I want you on delivery with us. You’re one of our better spell-slingers and I don’t trust Salteyes.”
“Alright. Ten minutes?”
“No hurry. Getting here was the hard part.”
A quick change later, her expensive dress, jewelry, and heels once again hidden in the bottom of her duffle, and Maggie made her way back down to the cargo hold. It was strange to realize that she felt ore like herself in rough canvas pants and a loose cotton shirt than she did in the polished finery she had lived in for most of her life. Maybe it wasn’t so unexpected, though. Luka felt the same, if his fondness for his red leather jacket was any indication.
By the time she was back, the hov-sled was loaded and they were ready to go. Maggie slid down the rail of the cargo hold just in time for Zaaba to pull her up to sit on top of the crates. As soon as they were ready, Clunk, who had no visible Other heritage but was a good pilot and a better sniper, pulled them out of the ship. Kady waved as she closed down the ship. Until they were back, no one would be getting on or off.
“We’re spending a week here,” Zaaba said as Clunk drove the hov-sled towards their drop-off point. “Next job is meeting us, so there’s time for everyone to have some fun once we get paid. Don’t to anything or anyone stupid, and if you get arrested, bail is coming out of your pay. Check in at least once every twenty-four solar hours. Everyone clear?”
“Aye, Captain,” Maggie said with the rest, entirely amused by the speech Zaaba gave every time they went on leave for a few days. Maggie had arranged for most of her own pay to go into a small account tied to her larger, personal accounts. It was pocket money compared to the royal account she shared with Luka, but her finances were her own business. “Are we still doing ship dinners?”
“If someone feels like making something, but frankly, I’m planning to eat out most of the time. We work too hard to eat our own cooking when we’re in port.”
A week. A glorious week of freedom to wander around Seti Base, which was as safe as anywhere, considering it was a newer base, and still had a substantial Imperial presence keeping the peace. There was plenty of fun to be had, too. Maggie had already sent a message to Luka to see if he wanted to meet up. The Rojawas never too far away, and he could usually find some excuse to be wherever he wanted to be. He had replied in minutes, promising to be there the next day.”
And she missed her brother.
“You especially, Girlie,” Zaaba said with a great deal of meaningful eye contact that was probably supposed to be a warning. “Don’t you get kidnapped again.”
“The last time was your fault,” Maggie pointed out dryly, and waved her captain off. “Relax, Zaaba. My brother is flying in tomorrow.”
“Red Baron is gonna be in port?”
“My brother Luka is going to be in port.”
Zaaba still had some trouble with the what of Luka, and his relationship to Maggie. Maggie was just hoping her captain didn’t kill her when she eventually found out who Luka, and Maggie, really were.
“Fine, fine,” Zaaba allowed reluctantly. “Are we gonna meet him?”
“If you want to. I promise he doesn’t bite.”
“Doesn’t have to, if he’s as electrical as you.”
“He’s not. So, what is there to do on this rock? I’m thinking dancing. There’s gotta be somewhere that has decent drinks and decent music.”
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Crown Princess Lucia Therese Magdalene has taken to the sky like her brother, Luka, before her. With her name and her crown set aside, Maggie Gol will take the Human Galactic Empire by storm.
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NAVIGATING CONSENT
“Consent is so important, and often becomes a mess because communication is dismissed or misunderstood. That goes for all species!”
- Grisha Stewart
One of the significant reasons for learning dog body language is so that we can have a two-way conversation with our dogs. So that we can listen to them (and understand them) and check our own behavior.
Dog body language is a conversation, not an observation. It is not a body part (eg. a tail) doing a thing and meaning something. Dog body language is never static. It is fluid and shaped by context. As I reiterate in my book, we always need to look at the whole body, the context, and what is normal/not normal for the individual dog. There is a back and forth relationship between how we feel and the environment/situation/company we are in.
Yesterday’s wonderful two-hour Doggie Language webinar with three animal behavior experts - Grisha Stewart, Kathy Sdao, and Chirag Patel - is now online and viewable to everyone who has registered! We looked at dog videos in slow motion and there was so much to discuss that there will be a Part 2! (yay!)
REGISTER for Part 1: school.grishastewart.com/courses/doggie-language
If you are already registered, view the webinar in this PRIVATE facebook group
More about Doggie Language book at www.doggielanguagebook.com
I have been waiting all year to post this.
omg
This has been in my queue for months.
I missed it last year and I vowed that would NEVER HAPPEN AGAIN.
omg i didnt reblog this last year!
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