i spent a lot of time today lugging a very heavy basket around, on overfilled trains where i had to hold onto it a lot more than i usually would and as a result my left arm is staging a rebellion of the painful way would prefer if this wasn't happening
I'm increasingly convinced that human fascination with strange species, to the extend of alien/monsterfucking is indeed grounded in the fact that banging across species level inside the hominid group seems to have been what acquired a number of helpful genes to homo sapiens to begin with, and that that happened multiple time in history, with multiple species. At least two of them. I'm saying 'at least two' because as the video mentioned, the 'denisovan' group might in fact cover more than one, and also because there's been genetic evidence coming out of subsaharan africa that points towards another hominid species (or even several of them) early humans got it on with quire successfully. so clearly humans have been peeking across the species barrier for a longass time, have acquired evolutionary advantages from it, and sexual interest in the 'other' is the natural state of the human species, making the idea of humans getting with whatever alien species we might one day be able to find perfectly reasonable, thank you for coming to my TED talk.
turning 29 this year and existing in a constant state of 'you can't wear croptops you're almost 30' and 'fuck u i wear what i want and how else will i show off my underbood' and 'also you're fat' and 'fuck you i wear what i want and that top is cute AS FUCK' age is fake, beauty standards are fake and yet the brain is being a dick about it
It’s a wistful day when you extract your feet from your favorite pair of dead seagulls for the last time, but it does wonders for your popularity.
Being tossed into a big lab to help out is supremely unpleasant and i would prefer not to repeat the experience, thanks Just fucking pay people decently, empliyer firm, then you wouldn't have this Problem
Unrelated: trying to pick up some Good Habits, like evening mouthwash rinse and evening yoga (need some flexibility back, thanks) It's going okay, better with the rinse than the yoga because time Investments/effort
i managed to drive past TWO mcd's on the way back, so i'm having 'everything sweet couscous' aka milk couscous with all the nuts and fried fruit i could grab so todaY's array is: dried mirabelles and beriberi, walnuts, leftover coconut, cocoa nibs, cinnamon and some brown sugar (the honey jar put up too much of a fight)
watching orchid keeping vids on youtube always makes me anxious about being a bad plant mum to my own so i check the childe and i mean, i took off some roots that were somehow thriving on one end but had rotted off the plant on the other, but aside from that, my baby is a Lorge Boy by now, teeming with air roots and big leaves and i am.... quite proud of it. I've kept this one for two years now, and it's bloomed twice for me, with lovely big flower spikes and yet i fear having to repot the baby at some point. I mean, not soon hopefully, considering that it's doing its best to grow upwards out of the soil so i think rot won't be a big issue, it's escaping already, and living a good epiphite life but slight anxieté because this 6 bucks orchid has been doing so well and what if i break it???
oh that's relatable, i have that fear for a lot of my succulents. i usually try to avoid touching anything but the base of the plant when repotting but idk how viable that would be for your lad
nobody asked for this, but: plant post Spoiler: PLONTS orchide window sill plont nursery (including the sole survivor of my doomed ivy... outside windowsill (technically three succulents but... something else in the soil came up and it's too pretty too kill...) MARIMO the hanging gardens
honestly repotting shock isn't too too bad for most species, I know orchids have a reputation for being finicky bastards but really your baby should be fine if your substrate's been outside for a while, yeah, maybe boil it off for a bit, clean that shit, but like you're cool
Work is insane amounts of slow today, so boss took of early and i'm alone, so it's ficlet time. Or at least, snippet time.
Spoiler: matt fic The witch gave him a very dubious look, clearly not the least bit sorry that he'd caught them sneaking, and trying to hex his spells awry. Gods below these people anniyed him. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" They just stuck up their nose, trying for bravado. "Stopping you from enslaving people's ancestors sind defiling their graves. Obviously. Necromancy is a blight, ." "You think... Sweet mercy, you people. You think the dead are enslaved? Afraid of me?" he stalked past the witch, fingers brushing over a headstone. He could feel the one beneath perk up and take notice, figuratively. "The dead have never been afraid of me. Just because you can't summon them up with kicking and screaming..." He knelt down on a patch of grass, nicked his finger, and let the single drop of blood fall onto the earth. The air became alive. Dead thinfs whispering from their plots, fog dancing around his wrist like a kitten. Within moments, a dozen ghosts Gad gathered around him, touching his shoulders, his hair, his hands, all whispering to him. Matt put as much scorn as possible into his voice. "The dead love me. Always have, always will. That's what being a necromancer /means/. We're not for the living, not by a long shot. We're for the dead. So fuck your sanctimonious bullshit."
