Settler words&music in S'ólh Téméxw, (leanpub.com/upsun) living where privilege meets precarity in MST country. she/her/they———– Novels: Midnite Moving Co., Upsun; Sweep Off Those Waves coming soon, Hair Sinister after that. —Restore All Indigenous Lands!
Someone really useful on twitter just blocked me because I ‘sexualized their feed’ well THEY WERE THE ONE TALKING ABOUT SLOPPING DOWN FORTY GALLONS OF HUMMUS lands’ sakes. That has nothing to do with this:
Wikipedia editor MN070 is responsible for this gem, which has probably already been edited back out, but isn’t it a sweetie? someone with a lot of neck in Irish slang is a chancer, someone with a lot of nerve, who takes liberties….
Giant African Snails make great pets, said no one ever, except some people do keep them.
I made an online order. They said they delivered the printer ink… it was a yoga mat. I did actually order a yoga mat, but the one they sent is the size of a bum imprint. I am not confused and angry! I am just confused!
This image shows two offwhite masks, formed into human faces and kissing. Maskissing, Johnson Tsang, Digital, 2020
Bee democracy. I think I want to read that book. Did I tell you Lois and Bob have bees. They had an empty hive and put attractant in it a couple of years ago, no dice. Then this year a swarm appeared and moved in. Now we know how they made the decision! By consensus!
Baby hummingbird
Baby hummingbird drinking from a raspberry and peeing cause that tiny bod ain’t got no room to store anything
stolen from @ddoniolvalcroze on twitter
LOLOLOLOL
Okay so in this picture of two merged transit ads, there was a KFC ad underneath and a VW car ad on to…. the mashup, with the corporate logos on either end, reads as follows:
A car powered on ~ free range chickens
& designed by a team ~ of hand picked potatoes
Experience driving on ~ Mushrooms & Coke
Stolen from @ghostwoods on twitter
I died when I saw this. It’s a picture of a man dressed in ice cream cone – as in, looking exactly like a man sized cartoon-eyed ice cream cone – taking a selfie in the BR store bathroom with the legend “How tf am I essential worker”
I stole from @dannolan, goodness alone knows who made it or how he tripped over it.
So I walked 3.8 k today! Got my meds straightened out, and they had everything ready for me, AND THEN PEGGY DELIVERED PIE
¿what’s wrong with life? nothing’s wrong. I owe her biscotti, big time.
ok my knees hurt, but not that much.
Honestly, even though he posts lots of other interesting stuff, the bedrock reason I follow @TheTattooedProf (Kevin Gannon) is because of this darned cute little dog Lulu, the little dog of a mutt&jeff pair. (The other dog is Huge.) The expression on this dog’s face when the smoker is going (MEETS BOX?? MEETS BOX!!) is very funny; they well know that smell is associated with excellently yummy meat.
My current mattress was seven years old YAY I HAVE A BLOG so I can keep track of stuff like this and I want, need and deserve a better mattress and why not, it got fourteen years of wear since I never get out of bed. I
I have already ranted about my complete lack of getting any goddamned testing done today – to mOm, on the phone, but the gist is the req was refused because the doc was insisting I needed a pregnancy test. So all that effort wasted. Walked home, realized I’m almost out of prescribed medication. After a cheering and calming conversationâ„¢ with a pharmacist I will strap muh walkin’ shoes back on in a few minutes and go and get an emergency supply sufficient to get me through until the doc gets back from vacation.
Damn, that salad I made is at peak comestibility. The flavours ran together but the textures stay perky. NOM.
Receipt:
quarter cup sweet onion chopped not too fine
one red pepper de pithed and chopped not too fine but not too big, either, and squarish
half of an english cuke peeled and chopped into palpable bits
as many pitted black olives as look fancy without killing the vibe
as many bocconcini pearls (pearls being the same thing as bocconcini just teeny) as you can bear to part with since the wee fuckers are so damned expensive —— but they make a lovely break from the rest of the textures
a heaping teaspoon of drained capers (optional)
two small tomatoes, deseeded and chopped not too fine because frens I detest tomato seeds. I know without them, no tomatoes, but I dinna wan them in me wame.
If the above noted bouncy little burro disappears, that’s what it is, a young burro hopping around a paddock.
off to get tested for diabeeeeetus this am. Nothing by mouth until after the test’s over sigh and it’s six am and I’m starving and I don’t even leave for another hour.
almost the best grandparents in the world (from Japan, obvs)
So a chickadee at Fraser Foreshore Park tried to cadge food out of me – twice, and I was still chuckling when an elderly German lady and her daughter/caregiver came along the path and held up a flicker feather, so I identified it for her, and she went along her way blessing me, so that was weird.
SO MUCH COYOTE SCAT, one lot was black as tar and shiny.
Saw a heron perched at the little pond. Went and looked at the mighty Stô:LŠfrom the Glenlyon observation platform.
After, took Paul to the Pho Hong and picked up some more cactus soil and little pots as the babies all germinated. Like….. all in the same day. Germination rate of over 90 percent for two year old seed, so that was nice. They’re all in pots now and I put them outside after getting the soil nice and saturated.
“Open image in new tab” or your OS equivalent will pop this pic larger. Shown is a three by three grid of charming snails from medieval illuminated manuscripts. Some of them look very medieval and some look quite contemporary, although the one with a boar’s head is a bit much.
And here’s a good article about the philosophy of consciousness. Pull quote:
I think of consciousness as a weakly emergent phenomenon, not dissimilar from, say, the wetness of water (though a lot more complicated)
Massimo Pigliucci is the K D Irani Professor of Philosophy at the City College of New York and he’s written about Stoic philosophy
Up at 3, back in bed at 8, up at noon, back down for another 4 hours, up at 6:30, back down at 9. What a day.
I don’t know why, but I wuz bagged. I think it’s possible it was some kind of migraine; I got physical symptoms yesterday that were ghastly. Then at 9 when I went back to bed I lay in bed writhing for an hour because I thought I was having a heart attack. It was completely psychological, and really horrible. (Real heart attacks don’t go away *every time you sit up to go fetch your brother to go to the hospital*).
I did a lot of breathing and shifting my position to get comfy, and finally slept.
Now I’m going to get up, make tea and get a freaking grip on myself.