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Jacek Yerka, Eruption
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this what im going thru rn. if anyone gaf
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ok like kakapo are great and all, i love them dont get me wrong but takahē are by far the best endangered new zealand bird and quite possibly THE Best Bird?
you cant really get any better than this. criminally underrated
Even better, we thought it was extinct for 50 years, and then we just found a whole bunch in a meadow. We lost a bright purple flightless bird the size of a large chicken for 50 years.
This is not a picture of a Kākāpō. This is a picture of a flightless takahē.
Stop spreading misinformation!
can you read
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one of my big pet peeves is when people look for 'justification' for fat characters to exist. "oh this character is a mage so they're not hauling heavy equipment and weapons so I Guess They Can Be Fat". no i think any character can be fat and we dont need to seek justification for a character to have a certain body type
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Every time I think about what the New York Times did to Susan Doku, I get a bit enraged inside
In case you don't know, Susan Doku, inventor of popular number puzzle game Sudoku, was outed as a lesbian by the New York Times in 2003. Many have speculated this was done more or less to slander her to the public so their attempted purchase of exclusive printing rights for the game could be done at a much lower price. She actually lost a lawsuit against the Times, as it was not deemed libelous, given she was in a civil partnership with her now wife, Christina "Chris" Ward.
Susan also lays claim to the first recorded use of the word "polyamorous" in her 1994 essay "81 Squares"
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just wanted to share the National Down Syndrome Society’s message for this year’s World Down Syndrome Day (21st March) 💛💙
Powerful message that lovingly includes multiple disabilities, united. I love this.
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on Planet Where Everyone Can Teleport the first person on the moon went there by accident and promptly died. The next dozen or so people also went by accident, and also died. Number 14 figured out that people who go to the moon die and very cleverly brought a sword and six weeks of travel rations. This did not help.
No one on Planet Where Everyone Can Teleport ever figured out why people die in space because they don’t need airplanes and never found it particularly interesting to climb tall mountains. Astronomers use telescopes to take pictures of the ever-growing pile of corpses on the moon.
btc-official
“why don’t they teleport back” because they’re not on the planet where everyone can teleport anymore. try to keep up dumbass
the moral of the story is that a breathable atmosphere is important to one’s general well-being
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About the child slave thing: It was a huge thing like 10 years ago that Tumblr user Sixpenceee's family owns a child slave
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I have been thinking a lot about what a cancer diagnosis used to mean. How in the ‘80s and ‘90s, when someone was diagnosed, my parents would gently prepare me for their death. That chemo and radiation and surgery just bought time, and over the age of fifty people would sometimes just. Skip it. For cost reasons, and for quality of life reasons. My grandmother was diagnosed in her early seventies and went directly into hospice for just under a year — palliative care only. And often, after diagnosis people and their families would go away — they’d cash out retirement or sell the house and go live on a beach for six months. Or they’d pay a charlatan all their savings to buy hope. People would get diagnosed, get very sick, leave, and then we’d hear that they died.
And then, at some point, the people who left started coming back.
It was the children first. The March of Dimes and Saint Jude set up programs and my town would do spaghetti fundraisers and raffles and meal trains to support the family and send the child and one parent to a hospital in the city — and the children came home. Their hair grew back. They went back to school. We were all trained to think of them as the angelic lost and they were turning into asshole teens right in front of our eyes. What a miracle, what a gift, how lucky we are that the odds for several children are in our favor!
Adults started leaving for a specific program to treat their specific cancer at a specific hospital or a specific research group. They’d stay in that city for 6-12 months and then they’d come home. We fully expected that they were still dying — or they’d gotten one of the good cancers. What a gift this year is for them, we’d think. How lucky they are to be strong enough to ski and swim and run. And then they didn’t stop — two decades later they haven’t stopped. Not all of them, but most of them.
We bought those extra hours and months and years. We paid for time with our taxes. Scientists found ways for treatment to be less terrible, less poisonous, and a thousand times more effective.
And now, when a friend was diagnosed, the five year survival odds were 95%. My friend is alive, nearly five years later. Those kids who miraculously survived are alive. The adults who beat the odds are still alive. I grew up in a place small enough that you can see the losses. And now, the hospital in my tiny hometown can effectively treat many cancers. Most people don’t have to go away for treatment. They said we could never cure cancer, as it were, but we can cure a lot of cancers. We can diagnose a lot of cancers early enough to treat them with minor interventions. We can prevent a lot of cancers.
We could keep doing that. We could continue to fund research into other heartbreaks — into Long Covid and MCAS and psych meds with fewer side effects and dementia treatments. We could buy months and years, alleviate the suffering of our neighbors. That is what funding health research buys: time and ease.
Anyway, I’m preaching to the choir here. But it is a quiet miracle what’s happened in my lifetime.
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nothing like suddenly realizing you remember something very specific
in like 2005, Calico Critters were distributed by a company called International Playthings in the US, and they had a 'design a family' contest for kids to participate in- the winning entry was a Pig family called the Pigglywink Pigs. There was an old Sylvanian Families family of Boars, but no bespoke Pig Mold at the factory i guess, so they decided to use a mold that had previously been used for the Forrester Dog family.
anyway as you can see, the dog mold is kind of obvious and the Pigglywink Pigs look really weird and not like pigs. i don't know how closely they resembled the child's winning concept art, but there's a possibility that its part of the reason why they look like this?
anyway years later Sylvanian Families made a mold that was actually intended to be pigs and therefore the Grunt Pig family look a lot more like what you would expect from a Calico Critters Pig family
also here are the truffle boar family. i think they are so charming
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before it gets bad I'm just gonna tell y'all certain rich people have literally only recently noticed Open Source software availability compromises the bottom line of their proprietary investments so if you see little chickadees on this website talking about the dangers of Open Source software all of a sudden it's cuz they accidentally sipped some koolaid mixed up by the far right yacht people to fuck with peoples software sovereignty and right to repair, modify, and redistribute robust codebases that become a problem when 30% of your portfolio is in, oh, say, adobe or openai.
This is your unfriendly neighborhood computer fucker telling you not to fall for it and to demand your right to digital sovereignty rather than trusting companies to make correct choices about what to do with the parts of your life they would very much like to have in the cloud to continue improving their products.