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Happy first birthday Knife-Wielding Tentacle..đ
dear god, it lives still
Save the date folks, Knife-Wielding Tentacleâs second birthday is November 16th.
HAPPY SECOND BIRTHDAY, KNIFE-WIELDING TENTACLE!
Of course heâs a Scorpio
HAPPY BIRTHDAY
knife-wielding tentacle is 5 years old todayâŠâŠâŠâŠâŠâŠâŠ
They grow up so fast. :â)
Happy 6th birthday now! Woo! How wild!
ah yes. today, july 4th, the birthday of
koko the gorilla!
(kokoâs full name was actually hanabiko, which means âfireworks childâ, which is a reference to her birthday: the fourth of july!)
koko is a gorilla who knows a modified form of american sign language (and can understand spoken english as well) and uses it to communicate with her teacher and caregiver, francine âpennyâ patterson, and in 1984 she asked for a cat for her birthday! she was allowed to choose a kitten from an abandoned litter â she chose a tiny gray manx kitty and named him all ball. he was taken to see her in the evenings, and then later he would visit on his own. she treated him like the other gorillas treated their babies, and tolerated his biting without any aggression. hereâs her and her beloved ball:
later all ball escaped from the zoo and got run over by a car, sadly. koko was very sad about it, but later in 1985 she got two new manx kittens, lipstick and smoky! hereâs her playing with lipstick:
and hereâs her with smoky!
in 2015 for her birthday, koko picked out two more kittens and named them miss black and miss grey!
koko turns 46 today! she also understands object displacement, has passed the mirror test, has relayed personal memories, can talk about language, has used language deceptively, has used false statements humorously, and has invented new signs to talk about things she doesnât know the sign for (for example she didnât know the sign for ring, but combined the signs for âfingerâ and âbraceletâ to convey the same meaning)! these are all things that show a more developed degree of understanding than is usually associated with primates that arenât humans.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY KOKO!!
despite what popular opinion may lead you to believe, some rocks actually do have scientifically-proven auras! Unfortunately, those rocks are uranium and the aura is cancer.Â
This fake yarn is supposedly better for sheep.
Aimed at people who donât know where wool comes from, itâs 100% plastic. Yes, plastic.
So any garment you wash will release microfibres into the sea. Itâll never decompose.
Youâre supposed to believe that sheep shearing is violent and cruel. There are imbeciles out there that work in an unprofessional manner while shearing, but thatâs not the case overall.
Sheep donât suffer from having their fleece removed.
Left on, the fleece can become a home for fly eggs and the subsequent maggots which can eat the sheep. Chemical treatments are available to prevent that happening. Itâs much better for the sheep, the land and the farmer to avoid chemical use.
Donât be fooled. Wool is a sustainable material, one we should make more and better use of.
Any garment you wash will release microfibres into the sea. Itâll never decompose.
This is very important.
And you need to wash acrylic wool garment more often than natural wool. They get stinky way more easily.
In my almost-decade of owning sheep, there have been exactly two(2) bad shearers try to start up in the area. Know what happened? The first farm they went to called every other shepherd in the area and said âThis guy cut one of my sheep and didnât think it was a big deal, donât hire him.â And neither of them ever did business in the area again.
Some farmers are less conscientious than they should be about taking care of their stock, and the occasional tiny nick will happen, but no one is going to hire a shearer who is a) incompetent enough and b) uncaring enough to actually injure the animals to the point of bleeding, let alone the kind of horrors the internet claims.
Also, most breeds of sheep will literally die if they go too long without being sheared. PETA (and letâs face it, most of this anti-wool stuff can be traced back to deliberate misinformation from PETA) doesnât care if sheep die, they have openly stated that they would prefer every domestic species that can no longer survive without humans go extinct rather than live in â"slavery.ââ
Humans and sheep have lived together for over ten thousand years, theyâve been domesticated longer than dogs! Their lives consist of doing whatever the heck they want (for the most part they only want to walk, eat, sleep, play, and make lambs) while being fed and cared for, for the low price of having their hair cut once a year. Why would anyone boycott this natural, biodegradable fiber humans have been using for so long to the benefit of both species, in favor of plastics that are killing the planet??
Also loving the âthe sheep will be snuggly warm tonightâ like⊠You shear sheep in the spring, when the weather warms up and they no longer need it, and they grow it back for next winter.
Also, you literaly NEED to shear sheep multible times a Year or they fucking Overheat and die in their own wool
Twee, deliberate mislabelling which appeals to kind-hearted people who know nothing about how the real thing is produced.
On the funnier side, ignorance about anything closer to nature than a supermarket shelf can result in gems like this one:
Regular yogurt for me. Thanks.
(As for ignorance, this post is epic and getting more so every time I see it.)
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Back on topic.
Shearingâs not skinning and itâs not painful, unless some guy getting busy with a manscaping clipper means heâs flaying himself alive.
Shearing is an all-over haircut, call it sheepscaping if need be though expect some odd looks, and good shearers - as @ruusverdâ said, bad shearers earn a bad rep and soon earn no more money - will leave less nicks on an entire sheep than I might inflict on my face if I forget to change my razor-blade.Â
Thatâs pretty impressive when dealing with a notoriously dimwit animal that doesnât understand ânow just sit still for a minuteâ and finds âsee that open gate, go through itâ a difficult concept. (Going through an unexpected hole in the hedge, however, is something sheep do with great ease and willingness, especially if thereâs a soon-to-be-ex herb garden on the far sideâŠ)
âAll warm and snuggly in their woolly jumpersâŠâ Oh puh-leeze. A jumper is a garment which can be taken off and put on as required. A sheepâs fleece is nothing of the sort. Irelandâs just had a heatwave, so which of these two would have been more comfortable the other day when it was 30°C / 90°F in the shade?
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But look at the blood! goes the outcry about sheep with red stains. Hereâs what that âbloodâ is. Unless the outcriers believe the front half is royal and bleeds blue, itâs just dye.
Why dye? There are various reasons: to show who owns which sheep in a mixed flock of the same breed, or to indicate if one has been dosed with something, or to mark if a ewe has mated with a ram.
The ram wears a harness - AFAIK not black leather with chrome studs, at least not on any farm near here - which holds a dye-pad on his chest. After heâs done his business, the hopefully-preggers ewe will have a patch of that dye on her rump as in the photo.
Different colours let the farmer know which ramâs been busy if thereâs more than one, or with one ram, on what day the mating occurred so they can calculate when to expect lambs. That kit suggests rams get one day a week offâŠ
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Besides shearing sheep to stop them overheating, if the weather is rainy rather than sunny theyâll still need sheared to stop them getting waterlogged.
A waterlogged sheep is a top-heavy sheep, and since rainy weather will have made the ground slippery, a top-heavy sheep can all too easily become a sheep on its back - a broad, flat back that wonât roll - unable to get upright.
Sheep internal organs arenât meant to be upside down and inversion will eventually kill them, if theyâre not gutted by a fox first. Crows will have had their eyes long before then.
Forget deceitful propaganda about fake wool, hereâs some REAL advice about how to do a sheep a (literal) good turn.
Iâve done it myself, and though sheâd already lost one eye - hoodie crows donât miss a chance - that ewe survived and next spring produced what I was told were two fine lambs. I felt pretty good about that.
I still do.
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This is what shearing really looks like, and thatâs not the behaviour of an animal in distress or pain. Baffled, maybe, but any human whose haircut started with a judo throw would be baffled too..
The end result is a 12lb / 5.5kg load of insulation which the sheep no longer has to carry about. Howâd you like being stuck inside that lot on a hot day?
The âshearing is cruelâ fruitloops rely on deliberate lies, gullibility and lack of knowledge. Be aware.
 Or maybeâŠ
every year around christmas me and my grandma play this fun family game called âmaybe you want to put jesus in your room instead, sweetie? :)â. now, itâs important to note that the jesus referred to in our game is not actually the real jesus christ, but instead a wooden figure i made in 2011 that has an uncanny resemblance to the lord and savior himself
so what happens is that i place jesus in our living room, and my grandma smiles and asks me if i donât want to decorate my room with him instead. i ask her in return if she thinks my jesus figure is ugly (which he is), but she reassures me that this is not the case. however, a couple of days later jesus mysteriously disappears from our living room, and appear in my room instead
now, the real jesus christ might have been able to perform a miracle like this, but please remember that the jesus in our story is only a figure made out of wood. he can not move on his own, so i think we can safely say that my grandma is the prime suspect here
the first year i would often confront my grandma about this, but she would always make up an excuse and never straight up tell me she moved him because heâs so ugly itâs an embarrassment to the family
eventually i grew tired of her lies, so now we only move jesus around in silence. one second heâs in the living room, the next heâs back in my room. in a way i think this adds an extra element of excitement to the holiday season, because you never know for sure when jesus is going to be moved again
and so it begins..
i was not fucking ready for this photograph
Iâm NEVER ready for the fucking photograph, holy shit.
If you don't support public sector workers when they're striking, you don't get to complain when services are shit the rest of the time. It's a public safety issue when public sector workers aren't treated well.
self reminder to make an edit of this but with the trans flag burning
oh my fucking god
Tell me a soft memory
we would find out later i had burned off my entire cornea - about 65% of my eye. my doctor told me it is the organ with the highest concentration of nerve endings - i was in an amount of pain that canât be spoken.
and i was blind. for the first time in my life, i was totally blind. i kept thinking about reading, about writing. weirdly, just once, about driving. we had no idea if i would ever see again. just like that - my entire life was different.
it is a strange place to reference for a soft memory, to begin here.
my siblings were taking excellent care of me, but there was a moment in the hospital where, just through bad luck and timing - both of them had to step away for a moment. i was crying at that point; not emotionally. for 3 days after this i would still be crying, my tears, like a mermaidâs, a frothy pink with blood.
my brother worried about leaving me. he had another, just-as-bad emergency.
âi got her,â someone said. âdonât worry.â
a soft hand held mine, and then she started talking.
her name was jess. she has a wife named clyde. they live a few blocks up the street. clyde fell down, but the x-rays seem to be coming back better than expected. jess says sheâs got long dark hair and âmore wrinkles than an elephantâ. jess describes every chair in the room and every person. she talks about her two kids and her cats and her favorite memories from college.
a doctor came. i had to switch to a different waiting room. i tried to stand up to follow the voice - i found jessâs hand, following me. she didnât let go. she kept talking the whole way: lamp to your left, just a few more steps, okay to your right is the ugliest painting, good, now a little more walking straight, you got it baby
in the new silence of the next room she sat me down and called my brother for me, telling him where weâd gone to. and she stayed there for a bit, just chatting, her voice echoing in the eerie quiet. gently describing the room to me. and then someone was rude. from the sound of the voice, a kid, i think.
âwhy is she crying?â
âshe just lost her vision,â jess said. âshe canât see.â
âoh.â said the kid. âthatâs scary.â
the kid tells me he is here because he has peas stuck up his nose. that makes me laugh, his mom (?) groans. she tells me about the kid (heâs 6, he likes paw patrol and eating cheese), about herself, about moving from cali.
jess says sheâs sorry, but she has to leave now, sheâs gotta go check on her wife.
âdonât worry,â says the mom. âi got her.â and then i felt her hand press into mine.
for hours like that: i am taken care of by strangers. each person just talking with whatever comes to their head - not for any reward or celebrity or real reason, i guess. just because i am scared and alone and in the hospital and blinded and need to be distracted. not everyone even got told the story - they would just pick up in the silence with - oh by the way the television is playing HGTV - do you like that kind of a thing? yeah, me too, but could never quite get into those open-floor plans, iâll tell you -
by the time my brother is able to come back, the room is buzzing. we talk to each other like old friends, laughing, cracking jokes about if you donât like hospital food wait until you get on an airplane and canât believe iâm up past two in the morning what a party animal iâm becoming. i am holding the hands of someone named drew, who likes my crow tattoo and making crochet snails.
there are many dark moments full of pain in this world. this - in the low of absolute-dark, absolute-pain: people find a way to paint in it anyway. the color splash of their voices: this triumphant, radiating kindness of - letâs be here together, let me help you, letâs keep going.
i never saw their faces. i canât remember many of their names. but i think about them often, and the way we all took a deep breath - and did something gentle amongst the pain.
Leave people who have weird/creepy pets alone ffs. Stop commenting on photos they post saying you wanna puke because their pet isnât a cuddly kitten. Stop threatening to kill peopleâs pets because you have a phobia of them good god. Do you know how much of a freak you sound when you say shit like âoh if I was anywhere near that tarantula I would stomp it to death.â on some ones photos of their PETS. You sound like an entitled ass if you think itâs appropriate and justified to kill something for existing just because it makes you uncomfortable. Some people have legitimate serious phobias of dogs but if they were like hey Iâm gonna fucking light your dog on fire and kill it you would think they were cruel. Itâs so incredibly rude to insult some ones pet that they love and care for because it makes you uneasy. I see this all the time when people post reptiles, tarantulas/spiders, or rats. Less so on the reptiles (unless itâs a snake) but definitely any animal thatâs considered a âpestâ species. If it upsets you then learn to deal with that anxiety in a constructive way instead of being an aggressive fuckin weirdo. Grow up. Unfollow them, or keep scrolling. đ Also applies to in real life situations as well.
Every time I see a post about updog Iâm torn between not wanting to fall for it and wanting to help the poster complete their joke.
okay but whatâs updog ?
Updog is a long sausage in a bun often served with ketchup, mustard, onion e, and/or relish.
No, thatâs a hotdog. An updog is when a new version or patch of an application is released
Youâre thinking of update. Updog is when you end a sentence with a rising intonation.
No, thatâs uptalk. Youâre thinking of the fourth-largest city in Sweden.
surely thatâs Uppsala, whereas Updog is the giant spider in Harry Potter.
Thatâs Aragog. Updog is a symbol conventionally used for an arbitrarily small number in analysis proofs
Youâre thinking of epsilon. Updog is an upward-moving air current.
no thatâs an updraft
updog isnât a noun at all, itâs a verb; it basically means to chew someone out, or harshly lecture them
No, thatâs upbraid. An updog is a small dog that likes cuddling on peopleâs laps.
No thatâs a puppydog. An updog is when the Mets win.
No thatâs an upset. An updog is the modern version of a henway.
Whatâs a henway?
Oh, about 5 pounds.
World Heritage Post
Look at every city. The nicest buildings are usually the post office and the library.
We need libraries. They are a reflection of our society. Cops do not need more money, especially at the expense of libraries.
Eric Adams will never feel shame. He is drawn to decisions that are horrible for society.
Are you being a good girl?
no Iâm chewing on electrical cords
i love abortion and i love divorce
i pop some pills and i ride my horse
i log onto tumblr and i start discourse
eyyyy macarena
this has the strongest 2014 tumblr vibe iâve seen in a while, canât believe this post is 5 days old
THIS POST IS FIVE DAYS OLD???? I THOUGHT IT WAS AT LEAST 2 YEARS OLD!!!!!!!
happy 9 day anniversary to this post đ
date of origin: April 18, 2021
#it even has a deactivated blog
Look at that subtle off-kilter humour⊠the tasteful length of the reblog chain⊠oh my god, it even has a deactivated blog
u know when something wont send for ages and ages but when it finally sends it goes 40 times. thanks for nothing technology you bastard.
