Why Mr. Percival rides a bike instead of driving, based on a conversation I had with a couple of friends on Discord:
Mr. Percival: I've only driven a car one time, around the empty church parking lot for a while, then around the corner to DQ, and I fuckin rear ended the Pastor
Sir Topham Hatt: WGAT
Mr. Percival: We were in the drive-thru and I accidentally tapped the gas instead of hitting the brake
Sir Topham Hatt: Oh no
Mr. Percival: I was not going fast enough for there to be any damage to either car so we all just kinda laughed it off
Sir Topham Hatt: Something something God's plan.
Mr. Percival: Yeah, it ain't for me to drive
Sir Topham Hatt: God's plan (license sold separately)
it's always this passive aggressive shit too like, "well i know a lot of ppl thirst over him lol but i don't get his appeal like to each their own i guess lol i just don't think he's hot lol"
it happens EVERY TIME there is a new round of thirstposting about him
the passive aggressive posts are almost NEVER about anyone else in the OFMD cast. just Rhys
don't yuck other people's yums
it's ok to dislike something/someone! but if you come into a space where a lot of people are talking about how much they like something/someone, & then you go out of your way to publicly declare how much you don't like thing, expect people to react negatively to your negativity.
being a hater is fine in moderation, go ahead and discuss your dislike about stuff but maybe keep it to your friend circle
"if you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything" is good advice
keeping negative comments to yourself costs zero dollars
using the mute function to see less of a thing you don't like is also free to use
saying something like "controversial opinion, but ---" and then getting upset because it did indeed cause some controversy? maybe sit with that for a bit
you can say anything you want, but so can everyone else
"like stuff. and if you don't like stuff, don't be a dick about it." - David Jenkins
13/08/2020 We're worried this vaguely disgruntled adolescent chicken might be a rooster. Her comb is a suspiciously bright colour, and it looks like she's growing saddle feathers, the long droopy feathers that trail across a rooster's back.
They're all supposed to be hens, but determining the sex of a newly-hatched chicken by peering at its undercarriage is only about 95% accurate. Sooner or later, if you buy chicks, you'll lose at Rooster Roulette. We've had hens with saddle feathers before, though, so we're hoping we've dodged the Rooster of Damocles for another year.
600ish words on chicken history and 1800s farm blogging might be a bit much even for readers of this blog, actually.
In 1843, Britain forced China to sign the Treaty of Bogue, which granted British traders access to several areas they had previously been blocked off from. British traders started buying live Chinese chickens and shipping them west. The Chinese chickens were much larger and fluffier than western chickens, and so gentle that roosters didn't fight each other, and sometimes sat on eggs. Queen Victoria was presented with a pair as a gift. She loved them, which of course means that the chicken world lost its collective mind.
The ensuing chicken-breeding craze was called Hen Fever and lasted from about 1845 to 1855. Individual chickens sold for hundreds of dollars. People invested in fancy breeds of chicken, expecting great profits, clearly the very soundest of financial ideas. This was chronicled by chicken breeder George P. Burnham in his 1855 book A History of the Hen Fever: A Humorous Record.
Hen Fever and the fact that we hadn’t yet realized that the sneaky descendant of the dinosaurs were biding their time and hiding out as birds made Breeding the Largest Possible Chicken seem like a good and normal idea. Breeders developed the “Brahma” breed from the chickens imported from China. Burnham described the Brahma, which he calls the "Bother'em", in totally scientific and unsarcastic fashion. Behold, some vintage 1855 chicken mockery! Burnham describes the breed’s edibility:
They are remarkable for producing bone, and as remarkable for producing offal. I have had one analyzed lately by a celebrated chemist, with the following result:
Feathers and offal, 39.00
Bony substances, 50.00
Very tough muscle and sinew, 09.00
Miscellaneous residuum,02.00
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100.00"
Their diet:
A peculiarly well-developed faculty in this extraordinary fine breed of domestic fowls is that of eating. "A tolerably well-fed Bother'em will dispose of as much corn as a common horse," insists Mr. Snooks. This goes beyond me; for I have found that they could be kept on the allowance, ordinarily, that I appropriated daily to the same number of good-sized store hogs. ...
But Snooks is correct about one thing. They are not fastidious or "particular about what they eat." Whatever is portable to them is adapted to their taste for devouring. Old hats, India-rubbers, boots and shoes, or stray socks, are not out-of-the-way fare with them. They are amazingly fond of corn, especially a good deal of it.
Their size:
This rara avis in terris grows to a height somewhere between .00 feet .16 inches and 25 feet. Its weight somewhat between .06 pounds and 1 cwt [100 pounds]. ... They are very inquisitive in their nature. Their habit of stalking around the dwelling-house, and popping their heads into the garret-windows, is evidence of this peculiar trait.
He also supplies this extremely accurate scientific diagram of the breed. Behold, the majesty and grace!
So anyway, some people thought it would be funny to have one giant extra-fluffy Brahma hen. Which means, uh, if we lose Rooster Roulette, we might end up with an omnivorous farm dinosaur a meter tall. Oops.
(Luckily (?) for us, she doesn't seem to be purebred. Wrong comb.)
Please enjoy this video of Fitim Sejfijaj’s Brahma rooster, originally posted to Brahma Club Kosovo on facebook:
Rules: tag mutuals you want to get to know better. (I shan’t, bwahahha)
Name:
Q. Short and simple. Easy to remember. The same backwards and forwards.
Star sign:
What am I supposed to sign? If you mean horoscope (how dull and boring and oh-so-human of you) then I must say I am above such things.
Height:
In human form, I am 193 cm tall.
Put your playlist on shuffle and list the first four songs that come up.
I don’t listen to music. I have, however, played La Paloma to Picard and his crew. He wasn’t impressed. Pity.
Ever had a song or poem written about you?
Picard has been doing something with an old-fashioned pen and paper...
Last time you’ve played guitar?
Why is it relevant? The multiverse is pulsing out there and you’re asking me when I last played guitar?
Celebrity Crush?
Yes, I have crushed a few celebrities on different planets with a single finger. Hilarious.
A sound you love and a sound you hate?
I am above such human emotions, but I would consider “loving” the sound of mon capitaine nagging about arriving at a bad time. He’s never satisfied. Pft.
And I hate the voice of her-whom-I-don’t-mention. That jinx... keep her away from me.
Do you believe in ghosts?
Don’t play with powers you don’t understand.
Do you believe in aliens?
Is that even a question?
Do you drive?
I may drive anyone anywhere crazy at any time.
Last book you’ve read?
I have flipped through some of Picard’s beloved Shakespeares when he has been somewhere else.
Do you like the smell of gasoline?
Such an ancient fuel... No. I don’t like the smell of it.
Worst injury?
Beyond your imagination.
Do you have any current obsessions?
I am above such things.
Do you hold grudges?
I might hold them for a millennia or then just get rid of the nuisance faster than you blink.
jfc ok I only just finished Infinite but I have a humongous craving to play the first Bioshock too. soooo Imma go play a round. :y like for a starter short and general when I’m back?
