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OP. OP. Fig vinegar and a little carbonated water would probably taste AMAZING.

actually the craziest impact animorphs has had on me is that i never really got an urge to eat cinnamon buns from reading them BUT the phrase "the refreshing beverage known as vinegar" has forced its way into my head every other week for years to try and convince me it would be a good idea to chug a whole glass of it

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look all i'm saying is if you've ever seen someone be healed with magic, congratulations! you've witnessed a practitioner of necromancy. it's the exact same thing. all you're doing at a fundamental level is using magic to accelerate existing biological processes and animate tissue, the only difference is when you do it to dead tissue instead of living tissue, suddenly it's evil scary ~dark magic~ instead of good wholesome healing. it's purely cultural bias.

so no i don't think it's fair to say i "lied on my application" since i'm just as qualified as anyone to heal your party, but hey if you want to be a fucking narc and report me to the wizard council go right ahead. good luck finding an accredited healer at the wages you're offering by the way

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Resisting tyranny takes a lot of forms.

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I’ve seen several people try to do serious spec bio/society building based on Omegaverse, but what I want is someone to do that in a society that had ruffs or side-blotched lizard style polymorphic males

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Show some respect, people.

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‘Homo sum’ in Latin: ‘I am a human being’

‘Homo sum’ in Polish:

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Your first pride story was touching and all but you still married a man.

Yeah, bisexuals do that sometimes.

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Posts on Reddit, Bluesky, FB, multiple small forums and the individual warnings of people I trust: "So...in, like. Six months, max? There are going to be food troubles in the US. The zerg rush of tariffs, assaults on the people who harvest all our agricultural product, climate change bringing drought, flood, and a 'fire season' that lasts all year all combine into a Voltron of food insecurity suck, and it's bearing down on your neighborhood."

Me: *Sigh* "Okay. I guess I am growing sweet potatoes this year. And a lot more beans. I have to get the back beds in anyway. I can triple the squash, those'll keep well. Maybe parsnips? I'll grab a bunch of Japanese sweet potatoes from the Asian grocer tomorrow, and start them propagating slips in water."

The Grocer: possesses only a small selection of underwhelming and diseased-looking tubers

Me: "Fffffffuuuck. I am going to have to buy sweet potato slips? From where? Everybody only sells the orange ones. I hate orange sweet potatoes."

Sand Hill Preservation Center:

Sand Hill Preservation Center has the largest selection of sweet potato slips I have ever seen in my life. More than two hundred orange, gold, white, and purple sweet potato varieties.

This is in ADDITION to the startling number of varieties of heirloom seed they carry. And their measurements are generous; I bought some rare sunflowers from them last year, and the packet came stuffed so full that it broke.

The "downside" is that they operate on paper. While their catalog is up online at the link, you can only make an order by printing out their order form, filling it out with a pen, and sending it through the mail along with a check or money order made out to them. I'm pretty sure that this is to keep them from being overwhelmed with orders; 'cause if they had a web shop, EVERYONE would buy from them.

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Vinegar and brown paper...not.

I recently reblogged that amazing "Super Dad To The Rescue" compilation again, because when I was very young my Dad did something similar for me.

I'm a lot older now, and he's long gone, but I still thought of his saving tackle back then in connection with my medical mishap a couple of weeks ago.

That was when I got a graphic demonstration of how pellets of large smooth gravel caught in cleated winter boot-soles can act like ball-bearings against a hard floor.

I actually found a bit of the guilty gravel a couple of days ago, under the worktop. Here it is alongside a real ball-bearing. Yes. Quite.

The fall put my lights out, and happened exactly a week to the day before Storm Éowyn put ALL our lights out. We're thoroughly glad of that week's separation, because these two incidents happening simultaneously would have been No Fun At All...

Anyway, I slammed my head against the tile floor and was, @dduane tells me, unconscious and unresponsive for several minutes. This quite properly caused her some concern - which, she says, is Putting It Very Mildly - and involved an ambulance to the nearest A&E (ER in US English).

It was at the house 10 minutes after DD called 999 and we were on the way 5 minutes later, running on blues - lights, no siren - along our twisty country roads, while one of the responders checked my vitals and responses both physically and with the on-board ECG.

(Incidentally, chest hair and adhesive ECG sensors are not a good combination, though at the time I wasn't complaining. That - eek! - came - ow! - later - yipe!)

Once at A&E and accompanied by the paramedic triage report which determined I wasn't an emergency case, things slowed down and we were there for IIRC about 6 hours.

During that time I was checked again by a nurse, fitted with a cannula for bloods, then had yet another check from a doctor which led to a CT scan as a precaution.

After its results were examined I received a clean bill of health - contusion not concussion or worse - and was good to go.

The only expense was for the taxi which took us home.

(And buying a much more aggressive doormat for THOROUGHLY clearing debris off boots...)

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Out of curiosity - mine, and several other people who've asked - can anyone give me an idea of what this would have cost (uninsured) in the USA?

Internet search results are vague and only confirm my own equally vague suggestion of "a couple of thousand bucks at least".

I have a feeling it's pretty accurate.

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his aim has never been better

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CW: antisemitism, pale of settlement, pogroms, genocide, cultural erasure

I don't think goyim can really conceive of how much Jews actually hold back in our criticism of antisemitism in media, and when you hear us it is often because we see a dangerous message that you don't... Yet.

I have a complicated relationship with Tim Burton's rendition of The Corpse Bride. I love it as a beautiful piece of stop motion art, but it isn't what it should have been, he took a Jewish story from the Pale and with intention stripped it of its Jewish origins. This alone is incredibly antisemitic. The criticism you will hear has probably been "this is a Jewish story, it should have retained its Jewish elements" but have you heard why we feel strongly about this story?

The story of the corpse bride is incredibly important to me and was born from Jewish trauma and Christian violence. Mobs would routinely attack Jewish weddings, they would murder brides and they would bury them in unmarked graves by the roadside still in their wedding clothes, they reasoned that without Jewish wives there are no Jewish mother's. Jews are intrinsic to the story.

It is antisemitism to take our story, about our pain, at the hands of non-jews and strip it for "useful" parts, in fact it is heartbreaking every time.

We are often forced to pick our battles and fighting a battle over a movie that has already been released by a director with a cult following is not worth it, you only hear us speak up in numbers when the antisemitism may lead to another century of violence, because raising our voice means picking a fight, because so many of you already see our pain as inconvenient and it is exhausting to never be heard.

-anyone can reblog

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gps but for a way out of this

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Vehemently refuting the suggestion she was contributing to the displacement of the neighborhood’s current residents, local woman Ellen Fuller told reporters Monday that technically she was gentrifying the land of the Potawatomi people. “You say this was a historically marginalized neighborhood, which is strange, because all I see is indigenous land,” said the 30-year-old asset manager, who rolled her eyes and clutched her coffee cup, reportedly exhausted from the effort of once again having to assume the role of educator.

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