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RIP to the legend
This goose fucking rocks and had a crazy life!
I really just have to summarize Thomas's entire life:
He was in a committed relationship with a male swan named Henry for 18-24 years before a female swan named Henrietta showed up and mated with Henry.
Thomas was initially jealous of the pair and attacked them, breaking 2 of the 5 eggs Henrietta had laid. However, once the remaining eggs hatched, Thomas warmed up to them and helped raise them.
Henry couldn't fly because of an injured wing, so Thomas taught the cygnets how to fly.
When they needed to reduce the goose population in the pond where Thomas and the swans lived, they dyed Thomas's feathers red so he wouldn't be separated from Henry.
Henry, Henrietta, and Thomas remained in their happy throuple for years and raised 68 cygnets before Henry died in 2009. After Henry's death, Henrietta found another swan and flew away, leaving Thomas alone.
Thomas finally met and mated with a female goose in 2011 and had his own babies. However, another goose named George stole them and raised them himself.
As Thomas grew elderly and blind, he was relocated to a wildlife center where he raised orphaned cygnets.
His caretaker at the center described him as "pretty high maintenance."
Thomas died in 2018 at the age of around 40. He had a funeral that included a small coffin and a procession that was led by a bagpiper. He was buried under the stone where Henry was buried, the two finally reunited in death.
Before and after his death, Thomas has been celebrated as an icon of the LGBTQ+ community for obvious reasons.
clowngirl getting an orchiectomy and the surgeon just keeps removing ball after ball after ball after ball after
clown nurse standing by solemnly adding each successive ball to the ones she's already juggling
they killed him for this
"only a poor artisan blames his tools" is such bullshit, in almost every imaginable line of work the quality of the tools you have access to plays a massive role in the quality of the end product, sometimes in excess of the role played by individual skill! For example, some people have to code in javascript
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I genuinely hate how "lock in and grind like hell" is not a method that works for me. Like if I could do that, I 100% would, but I know from experience that it's not an efficient long-term tactic for me, I'll just grind myself down and get exhausted and burnt out, and that I genuinely cannot do my best work unless I'm mentally and physically well-rested. I know it's true but I still hate knowing how much it sounds like a lazy excuse to dilly-dally and do fuck-all.
I'm doing my work slowly, at a leisurely pace where I'm still on schedule but not feeling pressured about it. I know that this is the best way for me to work. I know that my boyfriend knows this or at least trusts my judgement about it even if he doesn't agree with that. But good fucking grief I hate sitting down like "today I will do work prep beforehand so I'll have everything already 50% done by the day of the deadline and can easily just do the other 50% on the day of", and the next time he looks over, I'm drawing owl feet.
don't forget the feeling of being judged for working like this and being told in a condescending that they just "don't understand it" and that you make your peers worried because you don't have this ability
like im SORRY i am trying my best. i swear. but if you make me sit down and write out a 20 page paper, not only will you get sloppy writing, you're also getting a Very Burned Out Me.
There's surprisingly little overlap beteen work methods that look productive and efficient, and work methods that are productive and efficient.
Sweden ????
So Sweden used to give random citizens control over the official @Sweden Twitter account for like a day/week/month or whatever. As you can see why, it didn’t last long
what do you mean it didn't last long they did this for like seven years between 2011 and 2018 they didn't stop doing it because someone tweeted about cock sdfgsdfgsdfgsdf they kept doing it for four more years after this
Longtime readers may be aware of how much I relish an excuse to bully a company, so I'm sharing the wealth;
Clothing company Patagonia is currently sueing drag queen Pattie Gonia for "irreparable” harm to their brand.
To be clear; Pattie named herself after the region in South America.
So Pattie is asking people to politely ask Patagonia to drop the lawsuit.
I'm extending the invitation to all of you, because sueing a drag queen for 'infringement' in the current political cultural landscape is vile. Especially a drag queen who has raised millions of dollars for non-profits, uses her platform to raise awareness for climate activism, and fully aligns with Patagonia's apparent climate-conscious mission statement.
They're claiming they're sueing for $1. They're actually asking her to stop using her name, and pay over $1 million in legal fees. They're straight up harassing her.
In contrast, drag queen Jan Sport has a Jansport bag line. It's that easy to just... work with a queen.
Anyway. Be respectful(ish), but feel free to be annoying on Patagnoia's socials, asking them to 'DROP THE LAWSUIT'
I think they have a twitter and tiktok too!
happy Barely Keeping It Together Wednesday to all who celebrate
re ehrc guidance. which is not legally binding.
There's a wild phenomenon at play inside the minds of every human being on earth. Because we can't understand the complexity of the universe, we sort of brush it all away and keep going. Do you understand how a toilet works? Science has proven that almost nobody does, but we all still feel fine pooping in it. We have a belief that a toilet is a single discrete thing, like one of your friends or coworkers. When something goes wrong, that illusion is broken.
Keeping with the toilet example, it is instructive to go speak to your closest plumber. Chances are that they have been driven mad, or nearly mad, about some obscure corner-case of plumbing that they are forced to interact with constantly. Everyone breaks their toilets in the same way (flushing wipes down it, failing to maintain seals, or perhaps just the regular old "pooping too much.") Because the toilet used to be a discrete thing before being considered to be many complex parts that are now broken, everyone assumes they are the first ones to experience this problem.
Here is where the real issue arises. Only the plumber knows it is her 72nd "pooping too much" situation of the week, and it makes her no longer think of human society as one discrete thing. Why is everyone breaking their toilets all the time? They are in fact not. She is herself vulnerable to this same fallacious course of logic! Again, almost ninety-nine percent of people will not break their toilets this week from overshitting, but the plumber will never visit them. Why would she?
Traumatized, she roams the city, behind the wheel of her slightly battered 2006 Chevy Express long-wheelbase plumbers' van, wondering how many people are sitting on a stack of poop that threatens to destroy all of civilization. Eventually, she rams a police car, and starts screaming about flushable wipes until she is sedated. This happens all the time. What I'm trying to say is, don't break your toilet. Treat it like some kind of mystical gift from another dimension. As soon as you see the inside of that thing, you can pretty much draw a straight line from there to getting tazed.
‘While bats can only sense the outer shapes and textures of their targets, dolphins can peer inside theirs. If a dolphin echolocates on you, it will perceive your lungs and your skeleton. It can likely sense shrapnel in war veterans and fetuses in pregnant women. It can pick out the air-filled swim bladders that allow fish, their main prey, to control their buoyancy.
It can almost certainly tell different species apart based on the shape of those air bladders. And it can tell if a fish has something weird inside it, like a metal hook. In Hawaii, false killer whales often pluck tuna off fishing lines, and “they’ll know where the hook is inside that fish,” Aude Pacini, who studies these animals, tells me. “They can ‘see’ things that you and I would never consider unless we had an X-ray machine or an MRI scanner.”
This penetrating perception is so unusual that scientists have barely begun to consider its implications. The beaked whales, for example, are odontocetes that look dolphin-esque on the outside—but on the inside, their skulls bear a strange assortment of crests, ridges, and bumps, many of which are only found in males.
Pavel Gol’din has suggested that these structures might be the equivalent of deer antlers—showy ornaments that are used to attract mates. Such ornaments would normally protrude from the body in a visible and conspicuous way, but that’s unnecessary for animals that are living medical scanners.’
-Ed Yong, An Immense World
Cetacean echolocation is one of those things that boggles your mind once you really start to think about the implications. They can see each others' hearts beating fast with fear or excitement. They can see if another dolphin is healthy, or pregnant; how the fetus is doing; if they have ingested debris. Their echolocation is also incredibly precise: a bottlenose dolphin could discriminate between cilinders differing in wall thickness by just 0.23 mm (0.009 inch) from 8 meters away!! And they certainly notice when something is off.
I'm not sure if I ever shared this story before here, but in Curacao, when I was allowed to assist in a guest interaction programme, there was suddenly consternation in the pool behind us. A guest had entered the water and the dolphins were going crazy, paying no heed to the trainers anymore. The lead trainer that was with me gave the dolphins to me to watch over while she went to help. When she came back she told me what had happened. The guest that had caused so much uproar had left the water again and was asked if he had done anything to upset the dolphins. He hadn't, and he couldn't imagine what was wrong... until he mentioned he had a pacemaker. The younger dolphins in the pool had never seen someone with a pacemaker before and apparently it rocked their world.
It was such a wild experience, and offered such a cool insight into how dolphins experience their world. I'll never forget it.
I wish depression were an emergency. I wish someone could take one look at how sick I am and go “oh my god, we need to get you to a hospital!” and then when we get there I get rushed into surgery and the surgeons say “it’s a good thing you brought her here when you did, this is a seriously advanced case” and then they put me under and spend the next ten hours pulling metres of long, sticky black strands of gunk out of my body, throwing it immediately into an incinerator so that it can’t infect anyone else. And then they could stitch me back up and I could rest a few days, and when I leave the hospital everyone can see how much better I am and they congratulate me saying “well done, you’ve been so brave, I’m so glad you’re ok. I love you.”
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