Tired @sharkshark - Tumblr Blog

I fully intend on going back through my blog and adding captions to all the posts I've tagged as #undescribed

But executive dysfunction and chronic fatigue really kicks my ass most of the time

I'm still gonna try though

#all i can do is try right #my mental health

herpsandbirds

Tiger Shark (Galeocerdo cuvier), family Galeocerdonidae, order Carcharhiniformes, Maldives

photographs by

fluffysheeps

Snail sharks 🐌🦈 shnails, snarks…?!

that-one-support

No one cared who I was until I put on the cage

pretentious-ravioli

baambastic

The Author’s Barely Disguised Desire to Dom Man Ray apparently

soundclown

i love learning about animals ive literally never seen or heard of before. what amazing diversity of life on this planet earth. what the hell is a japanese serow

pomgore

goat dog

simplyghosting

Me, pointing to the mirror: Do NOT become The Joker about this. This isn’t even a Condiment Man situation.

wizardshark

99% of queer discourse stops right before they define the true difference between bisexual and pansexual!

saspitite

FOR THE LAST FUCKING TIME

BISEXUALS GROW FROM THE GROUND

PANSEXUALS GROW FROM THE CEILING

definitely-not-several-bugs

The spell master: God damn it, where on earth is my magic crystal ball????

The suspiciously hungry and round bug:

the-true-tusk

What is this thing

brappypatty

shoutout to my fellow Ornate Amphipod enjoyers

inkskinned

Every day I handle more money than I will ever make. Every day.

At the start of my employment, my boss showed me videos of people stealing, and we both had a chuckle about it. How silly they were! There was a camera overhead, and it’s not to watch the shoppers. See, we can’t actually stop shoplifters. They get away with it maybe nine out of ten times. But we, who are watched and tallied and witnessed? We are always caught.

At first it was hard to hold one hundred dollars bills. An amount I had never seen before. An amount that didn’t exist in my household. It’s normal now. Here is something that is not for me.

“What the hell, I’ll take another,” says the man, pondering our 200 dollar watches. What the hell. Total comes to 580 and not even a flinch in his face. I have been working for 11 hours today and made only 110 dollars. It will go to my rent. Today I work for free, it feels. When I get my check, I will have 35 dollars left for food and saving.

The six hundreds he hands me go into the cash register. For a moment, I imagine having money. Then I put it away, counting out his change.

I know for a fact we sell our products for double what they are worth. That I could be making commission. That they could hand me those 580 dollars and change my life and not even mark the difference in their checkbooks. He’s not the only sale they make today, but I am the reason they made it. He’s not the only one spending 600 dollars, but if I hadn’t spent two hours with him telling me about his life, he wouldn’t have spent any. I go home. I don’t own a watch.

I have watched and rewatched a video on how to make salmon four ways. My shopping list is always the same. Pasta. Rice. Tuna. If I can afford butter it was a good week. I dream of the world I will never walk in, where I can throw the best fish fillet in the cart with a shrug. I hold hundreds in my hand and look up at the camera. I put them under the cash drawer.

I go to work. I scrap together my savings. I eat my bowl of rice slowly. My manager takes a paid week off from work just for his birthday. He owns a yacht.

I’m not worth the cost of a watch.

inkskinned

i wrote this while i was working at orlando’s walt disney world parks.

i was part of their college program. i moved to the state for it. they legally owned the building i was living in and still charged me rent. i ostensibly was being charged to work for them. it was a 2 bedroom apartment and they placed 6 adult women in it in forced triples.

as many as one in ten disney employees have experienced homelessness while working for the company. despite huge efforts to unionize, strike, or otherwise demand fair treatment; disney has refused to increase employee quality of life.

disney admits publicly that a good portion of their success is because the employees (“cast members”) are dedicated, passionate, and selfless. this is never reflected in pay. even “face” characters (ie those that are princesses etc) make barely above a minimum wage.

at the time that i worked there, i made $8.50 an hour. at one point i was asked to create a human shield around a bag because a bomb dog had alerted to it. for eight fucking dollars an hour.

i now work a very cushy office job. i have bought the salmon and cooked it all four ways.

i go to the store. i am nice to the person behind the counter. she looks up at the camera while she counts out my change. there is nothing fundamentally different about her and i.

we are both worth more than the watch, anyway.

yossyislandd

now that we have successfully nitpicked the difference between poisonous and venomous it is time we nitpicked the difference between parasite and parasitoid

ivy-michaels

[scribbling in a notebook] The…xenomorph…is an…example of…a parasitoid…organism.

yossyislandd

yes

yossyislandd

that being said landlords are parasitoids

can-i-make-image-descriptions

[Image ID: Tumblr tags (punctuation added by describer) reading: prev parasites don't intend to kill the host and parasitoids do. That isn't to say parasites Can't...but they don't want to because if the host dies they like will too!! It is an accident if the host die. A tapeworm wants you to live because you are feeding it. If you die it stops eating! So it will be careful with you. A parasitoid doesn't care. Like baby wasps eating the insect they were lain in by Mama; by the time dies the wasp can move on to its next snack. /End ID]