#doggo tube

[doggolol]

I think it’s interesting how they mentioned how alice tries to go back to alfred after her book is torn apart, and the red cross nurse clocks it and screams at her. all this time I thought the red cross nurse was screaming at harold for jumping onto the bed, but turns out she’s screaming at alice for trying to go back to alfred.

[thirdthoughtz]

Always reblog the Hannukah Goblin.

Herschel Has Discovered Tool Use. Again.

In january of 2021, deep in the throes of pandemic psychosis, we acquired a Corgi Puppy.

I would like to go on the record that we did not get a Corgi because they're cute. We got a Corgi because they're criminally brilliant and enthusiastic working dogs that were bred to bully cattle, which is the exact temperment a dog living in a house with three ADHD adults should have. Herschel does commit a lot of crime, but he also does his appinted service-dog job of "make everyone wake up, eat meals and go to bed at a reasonable and consistent time" extremely well, as well as his bonus jobs of "Keep the squirrels the hell out of the garden" and "Yell every time the cat does something". I didn't actually ask him to do that last job but it has helped in the "teach the cat to stay the hell off the stove" area.

But even with having a whole pack of humans another dog, and a cat to manage, this pales in comparison to his genetic capacity to manage several hundred sheep or cattle across the fields of Wales, and thus, Herschel has decided on further intellectual pursuits to occupy himself, namely, speedrunning the early phases of human tool use and terraforming.

I realized he has the brains of an entire hunter-gatherer tribe shortly after he got fixed, and within 24 hours and still dpey from anesthesia, he'd figured out that his plastic cone could be used to monopolize the water bowl and his favorite chew toys, and within a week, had learned how to carry three toys at once while leaving his mouth open by tucking the toys behind his enormous ears and under his chin. He also figured out that he could wiggle the cone to rest against his shoulders, and started using it as a shovel by literally running the bottom edge into the ground. But that wasn't making holes effeicently enough, apparently, and I ended up watching him figure out how to rotate the cone around so the two pieces of overlapping plastic were under his chin, then use his chin and the stairs to the deck to pinch both ends into a much more efficient V-Shape that let him gouge huge strips of dirt up in seconds. The anthropologists and animal behaviorists in the audience may recognize this as Tool Creation, a behavior normally only seen in higher primates, crows, and some parrots. Once a hole of suitable length, depth and temperature had been achieved, he very carefully rolled the cone around so the digging side was over his head and the smooth side under his chin, and splooted into his hole to cool his little tummy and stitches off. It was at that point that I realized that I was going to have to teach him how to garden, or he was going to teach himself.

He no longer has the cone (He was beginning to experiment with it as a battering ram), but his morning ritual is now "Wake everyone up at 8AM by screaming, locate everyone in house and jam my nose up theirs to make sure they're alive, go outside and scream at the squirrels. Now that Yard is Secure, go get Fun Parent who has hopefully taken their meds by now, and supervise them while they rifle through the plants (this is apparently KEY to their mental health), eating any pest animals Fun Parent points out, chase squirrel AGAIN, go inside and get Breakfast cookie." and BY GOD if we deviate from it there will be much screaming and destruction. If I am not home, it has been reported that he walks round the garden beds and sniffs the plants in the order I usually check them in before he will agree to come in. He doesn't quite know what the deal with the melons is, just that they need to be checked.

But we're out of the labor-intensive parts of gardening and now into Harvesting Season, and this is a bit boring except when I give him snap peas right off the vine, and he has decided to work on the complex physics problem that is Doorknobs.

And last week, he had a breakthrough.

Sometime in 2020, my mom sort-of taught her horrible crime herding dog Arwen how to open the back door so she could let herself out as she pleased during the day and stop interrupting Mom's Zoom calls. Arwen is a Kelpie, which means she's about 60lbs with full-length legs and horrible monkey paws that are one joint away from being hands, so when Arwen wants to open the back door, she sits up, leans on the door for purchase/to push it, and uses her terrible crime hands to *push* on the knob until it turns. She can pull the knob open by pawing and catching it on her toes, but she's 11-13 years old now and has mild arthritis, so she prefers to catch it on her central pad instead. She taught Charlie, the other equally brilliant but less criminally inclined dog, to do this but he doesn't like to go outside alone, so he rarely does this.

Herschel, ever the observant student, immediately tried copying them, but even though he is actually tall enough to reach the knob, his toes are just too stubby to get a decent grip on the knob, pushing or pulling, and the first few times, gave up and sat down to scream until one of the fullsize dogs or humans came to open the door for him.

Last week, we were up at my parent's again, and I watched him hunt around the living room until he found his slightly-sticky orange rubber ball (It's clean, it's just a kind of rubber that's always a bit tacky), carry it across the house, stand up on his hind legs at the back door, put the rubber ball on top of the gap between the knob and the wall, and then push down on the ball, which caught the doorknob and turned it for him, thus opening the door. He let himself out, had a merry time yelling at the squirrels, came back in, stopped a few feet inside the door, went back out, grabbed his ball, and brought it back into his kennel, a place he can leave toys if he doesn't want the other dogs playing with them.

This means he somehow worked out how doorknobs work, how fucking levers work, and that his orange rubber ball specifically was the one that would work (none of his other toys are the correct size/texture), that he'd need that ball specifically to open the door again, and yesterday he did the same trick with the bedroom door, so he knows that the rubber ball/skeleton key can be used on all doorknobs, not just that one.

I wonder if I can teach him to sweep.

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[ms-demeanor]

IDK that I've ever put it in one post before, but here's the transplant speedrun.

1 - Valentines day 2021, he's admitted to the hospital. We take a pre-hospital selfie then I shave his head and he shaves his beard because he doesn't want to deal with hair at the hospital. Me and his mom drop him off; at that point you can only visit someone as they are actually dying and we're told that he's going to stay in the hospital until he gets a transplant or he dies, and if he's rejected as a transplant recipient he'll receive palliative care in this hospital.

2 - First week of March, they allow patients to have one screened visitor; this is our first visit - I take photos in the hospital to show his mom because at this point he has a pump in his shoulder and it is difficult for him to move his arms to use his phone. He has also been confined to a bed since the week he arrived because he's on the ECMO machine, so he can't walk or move around, though they stand him up every once in a while. At one point one of the ecmo tubes pulls out of his femoral artery, which is Not! Great! He also needed a blood transfusion about every two days at that point, which worried the doctors because it increased his likelihood of rejecting. But he had been approved for transplant at that point!

The first thing he said to me on this visit was "look, I have abs" and then he showed me his abs because it turns out when you're really really dying of heart failure your body begins to eat itself.

3 - Now That's What I Call Jaundice (cardiac cirrhosis is liver failure as a result of heart failure and it's pretty much the big giant neon flashing sign of heart failure that says "hey you're fucking dying" so if you've got heart failure and your bilirubin number is off or the whites of your eyes are yellow please kick up a gigantic stink until they check your liver; large bastard's GP, who is my doctor, who I hate, saw his bloodwork with a very high bilirubin number a month before he was diagnosed with cardiac cirrhosis and wrote it off as a testing fluke fuck that guy)

4 - Don't let the sad face fool you, he's acting pathetic so that his mom will stop yelling about the fact that I'm bringing him cookies. He's allowed to have cookies. At that point he weighed 98kg and was outsourcing his heartbeat, he was allowed to eat whatever he wanted. (have i mentioned that I was moving us from Vegas to LA at this time? I was bringing him cookies because I'd baked hundreds of peanut butter cookies and other cookies to use up the flour, sugar, and peanut butter in the vegas house)

5 - Mid-march, he's got a match! He called me when I was in Vegas filling up the truck with another load and I drove right back and to the hospital. Once he went in for surgery I drove to his mom's house and crashed, then woke up and drove to our storage unit and unpacked the truck while I waited to hear from the doctors. I was unloading a bookcase when I got the call. (There wasn't any point in waiting alone in the hospital for sixteen hours; either he was going to make it or he wasn't and someone was going to have to unload the truck at some point. People have been weird about this, like I should have been sitting at his side all the time, but there was a two-hour daily limit for most visits and look i have sat in a waiting room while this dude had a thirteen hour surgery i do not need a repeat of that experience without the soothing balm of nicotine getting me through it; so unloading a truck it was)

6 - Two days after surgery and kind of mad about it. His chest hurt a lot (obviously) but, like, a lot a lot because they'd had to open him up for the bypass just two years earlier.

7 - First walk outside of his room after transplant in early April; he needed a LOT of PT because of how much muscle he'd lost. He lost sixty pounds in the hospital before the surgery, and only gained back about twenty while he was in there.

8 - A visit from the tiny doggo

9 - I come to visit and I've got a new phone with a portrait mode so he steals it and takes stupid pictures for a few minutes. Dude is bored and restless; this is in late april and he's feeling well enough to be moody. ETA: There is a jar of pickles in front of him because he'd been fluid limited for a long time and his salt levels were off and when he got to the hospital they were like "you need electrolytes and a lot of salt" and he was like "sweetheart can you please please please bring me delicious salty things" so I was bringing him jars of pickled mushrooms and garlic stuffed olives and just a huge number of pickles that he kept trying to share with the nurses. "Alli brought the mushrooms again; would you like a pickled mushroom? I have fancy toothpicks to share them with!"

10 - He comes home for the first time in early May; he ends up getting readmitted two more times because of complications before finally being released in early July. ETA: The second time he got readmitted it was for something that he wasn't at all worried about but that they needed to monitor for a couple weeks so he was *SO BORED* and actually feeling pretty okay; so at one point when I was leaving the parking garage at 8pm my car wouldn't start, I did some troubleshooting with the manual and the internet and didn't figure it out, so I called him and he tried to troubleshoot over the phone and got frustrated and was begging his nurses to let him come out to the parking structure to work on my car (they refused) - I ended up getting a tow and fixing it when I replaced the battery terminals.

Photos are all posted with his permission.

Also I dyed my hair purple between photos one and two because it's his favorite color. I also bought a blue dress, red tights, and yellow shoes to wear to visit him because he always teases me for wearing so much black.

I just love him a lot. It was a hard couple years there, but things are getting better.

[bluerosefox]

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|The MANY Bloodlines of Constantine (Its by pure dumb luck Danny is crowned Ghost King before his 18th, because he learns his biodad had sold his soul, its void now, and not just his but also his half-siblings as well... Constantine is getting decked.)  (Psst read the reblogs, everyone had fun adding to this one) |Daughter of Phantom, Lady Gotham. (Lady Gotham, is Danny Phantom’s daughter) |No Longer In Service (Ghost King Danny has an idea how to get summoners to stop summoning him) |Overdue Payments (Ghost King Danny finds Ra’s al ghul’s overdue payments and a request to repossess it) |For Them (Danny uses his ice to save Dani (Ellie) from melting and does so in front of one Dr. Victor Fries, aka Mr. Freeze) |In A Single Night (Vlad is taken down by either Selina or Tim in a single night due to being a creepy creep) |Assassin Heir? Crime Fighting Furry? NOPE NO THANK YOU! (Danny wakes up in a DC version of himself and tries to nope out of the Assassin lifestyle and avoid becoming a crime fighter. Now if only the others understood that) |Playing Dead AU (Danny is the dead body for those Murder Mystery parties and gets a gig for the Gotham elite. I strongly suggest reading the reblogs, they get amazing for this) |Of Godsons, Fruitloops, and Lois ‘I will drag all secrets out into the sun’ Lane (Lois Lane is Danny’s only godparent, Vlad better watch out) |Recluse Owner, Bookshelf Gremlin, and the Cute Cafe Guy (Danny and Dani have to leave their home dimension behind and decide to open a cafe with Ghostwriter whose been wanting a way to get new books without having to go out and deal with people. Jason is sus of the new bookstore that opened up overnight) (Very hinted Dead on Main) |Cujo is.... Trying (Danny gets hurt, Cujo and him are yeeted into the Gotham, and Cujo... Cujo is trying to do his best even as he’s chased after a sword wielding bird boy)  |Tim, buddy, what do you mean you might had accidentally made a Love Child?! (Danny learns is the love child clone? of Tim and Kon that Tim accidentally made during his bad year of losing everything and Danny gets deaged and tossed back into his home dimension. It was due to Clockwork that he never noticed the life he created (cause villain Tim timeline was nearly on set) but finds out what he created when said love child shows up at a Gala wandering around just after he announced he’s dating Kon) (a TimxKon story where they try to raise their clone love child) |Bellatrix Star ( a TaliaxDanny idea. Queen Talia and Ghost King Danny) |Joker Messed Around and Found Freaking Out. (Joker messed with the wrong person when he took a visiting class hostage) |Fenton Ethics and Test Tube Babies (Jazz and Danny aren’t Fenton’s but are half-siblings and cousins (basically same mom, different dad’s)...The Fenton’s have some... questionable ethics and moral) |Timelines, Red Robins, and Kings (dont ask about the title, it was only thing I can think of) (Tim crashes in on Danny’s ghost King lesson’s during his Red Robin run. Clockwork is excited for this timeline cause he gets to have some fun) |Beloved Beyond Time (Due to weird time-traveling, Ghost Prince Danny is summoned and mistaken as King by the LoA. There he meets a smitten young Damian al Ghul who proclaims they will marry... Later Danny finds himself cornered by a year older Damian when he returns to his own time) |Over Tea (Gotham gets a sudden and strange weather that shakes it to its core. The Batfam is trying to find the source, meanwhile a young Ghost King and Lady Gotham are discussing things over tea. |Good Doggos Give Hope! (A self-indulgant idea of Cujo wanting to help his fav ghost boy and meeting a very special ring wearing Corgi) |Taking a Chance (Good!Mom Talia! DannyxTalia (Royal Errors) and half-siblings Damian and Ellie (Danielle). Talia discovers Ra’s future he set out for Damian and is at the ends of her ropes, she is given a chance to leave in the form of a cryptic time being. Meanwhile Danny needs someone to become Danielle’s mother before she completely destabilizes)

[directdogman]

hi doggo! i keep wondering, as technology develops, would typewriter heads be eventually replaced with laptops, and would landline/cell phone heads be replaced with smartphones?

I could see it potentially happening one day, but no time soon. There already are laptop + smartphone heads of course (the demo title screen shows someone with a laptop head!), but the irony is that most people already have smartphones and laptops, so they're not really 100% necessary.

There's a lot of complex reasons why rotary phone + typewriter heads never died out, but a core reason why they never ended up being replaced by a similar, but more useful device (say a TV head or something with a screen) is that humans are beings of habit and that most people won't get their head changed unless it's super important to some part of their character. Phones and typewriters are the default given at birth, after all, because it's always been that way.

You could argue that the phone heads aren't really useful for the same reasons smartphone/laptop heads wouldn't be either, for much the same reason (the final DT route has a throwaway line from Karen where she brings up her smartphone) but given that inorganic heads are no longer the default (by Crown's design, of course), people tend to go for the default... unless they have a reason to change.

Lots of people do, of course, but for the average person, it's an expensive procedure to get done to you, and very difficult to perform on oneself. This is why you could view the head as more of a display of complete identity than a completely 1:1 replacement for gender. Most people with atypical heads in Dialtown have their entire lives structured around their head in some way.

Practically, vacuum tube + landline technology has the obvious advantage of being far cheaper to maintain/repair. This is the main second reason why modern tech heads haven't really caught on.

When I worked in antiques, I spent a lot of time with an old repairman who specialized in vacuum tube TV/radio repairs and he told me how circuit-boards basically annihilated his old job. Back then, you could be a repairman as a trade and actually change out individual parts when something went bad. As long as you understood how a TV or radio worked, you could repair any device by isolating the part that wasn't working and then swap it out. Nowadays, tech is made to be used for a few years and then discarded outright + replaced.

Gabby mentions in her store that poorer folk have to opt for doing self repair sometimes, in the same way poorer folks in OUR world might have to cut their own hair or god forbid, pull out their own teeth, if they go rotten. So, head-type (to a large extent) can be tied to class too, since a newer device (if it went faulty) would be a nightmare to repair, and it WOULD need to be repaired eventually, as laptops + phones tend to slow down somewhat in only a few years of operation and even deteriorate to the point of being obsolete in less than a decade! Not ideal for the thing housing your brain, no?

Hope this helps!!!

[sirfrogsworth]

I just wanted to highlight this beautiful artwork that my good friend, Chis a.k.a. @whosthewhatnow created for me.

This drawing was inspired by this post about my dad and his animal magnetism.

If you don't recall, I said...

"I’ve always said I don’t believe in heaven but I do believe in dog heaven.

It is my hope FrogDad gets special permission to go there and hang with Otis, MacGyver, Reggie, and Buttons."

I also mentioned this in my eulogy...

I said that we had pet newts as children. However, when I went to look up pet newts, none of them looked like what we had. In fact, I couldn't find any lizards that looked like what we had. Perhaps they were some kind of lizard that was a popular pet in the 80s but fell out of favor with pet stores.

In any case, the mystery lizards are sneaking into Doggie Heaven.

And, of course, there is my dad's famous John Deere riding mower that he used to take Otis on countless walks.

And Chris included all of the beloved doggos of my childhood.

My first was a Welsh Corgi named Buttons.

She would walk me more than I walked her...

Then we adopted a Cairn Terrier named Reggie.

Reggie was found at an illegal breeding facility and rescued. He was kept in a cage nearly all of his life and it pained him to walk on hard surfaces for several months until his paws healed. We suspect he was abused by a large male, because he was terrified of my dad when we brought him home. He would run under the bed anytime my dad entered the room. This was probably the ultimate test of my dad's dog whispering powers. He slowly and patiently worked with Reggie, devising all kinds of creative trust exercises. He would lay on the floor with his belly exposed and start crying and acting sad. Trying to show Reggie he was harmless and pathetic and nothing to fear. And every time Reggie got close, my dad would bribe him with cheese.

And just like every other dog we've had, my dad won Reggie over and they became best friends. They were constant cuddle buddies.

No other large male could ever get close to Reggie. My dad ended up being the only one he would ever trust.

We felt Reggie could use a companion to help cure his trauma and depression and maybe help him socialize a little better.

So... we got a puppy!

My first ever experience with a puppy. He was a West Highland White Terrier--commonly referred to as a "Westie."

We wanted a name that paid respect to his Scottish heritage and we loved this popular show on the boob tube in which a man fixed things with chewing gum and a paperclip.

So I suggested we name him after that favorite TV hero...

Angus MacGyver!

Or "Mac" for short.

MacGyver was a bit like Otis 1.0. He was a tiny ball of energy. He loved to play. He was mischievous, but always cute about it, so he rarely got in trouble. Though he was not nearly as smart as Otis. If dogs could take IQ tests, Otis would have tested as a genius. I am embarrassed to admit how often I was outwitted by a hairy loaf with legs.

But MacGyver was just a normie. Not dumb. Not a genius.

Reggie didn't know what to do with a puppy at first. But once Mac grew up a little and calmed down a lot, they did end up being proper pupper pals.

Doggo dudes.

Canine cohorts.

Scottish scalawags.

Reggie mostly just sat at a distance as MacGyver did dumb things. Mac would get into trouble and when we caught him, Reggie would just stare at us like, "I was an impartial observer. I had no part in these shenanigans."

And last, but certainly not least... I think you all remember this troublemaker.

My dad was all cuddles and play time.

But my mom and Otis had a very special relationship as well. Otis would "help" my mom with her chores. They'd go from room to room and my mom would do her cleaning and dusting and vacuuming. And Otis would disrupt all of it--to her delight. She liked to talk to him like he was an adult human. She swore he could understand her. They'd just gab and clean.

Their antics doing chores together inspired one of my favorite Corg Life comics that Chris also drew.

So, thank you to Chris for always creating such beautiful things for me.

If you need any artwork, I highly recommend hiring him. He even does watercolor paintings.

Chris Gugliotti [ Facebook | Instagram | Tumblr ]

[the-softest-love-is-ours]

F/O Headcanons: Luke Edition!

(More will be added with time)

Despite all of his protests, his insistences that he isn’t a kid, he really just wants to be babied and doted on a lil’ bit

His favorite gemstones are aquamarine and topaz

He smells like vanilla

He loves to cuddle, but he won’t say it, instead he’ll say stuff like ‘well, you look cold’ or ‘you seem shaken up’ as an excuse

He does like dogs, but he has a subconscious preference for big dogs. Partially due to the natural kid attraction to big, strong and fully entities and also because he (unknowingly) recognizes that most of the bigger doggos are lazy gentle giants which are not only very attractive personalities for kids but also great personalities to have around them in general.

He actually doesn’t mind the brothers presences as much as he gripes about them. He did at first, but now it’s more of just a tsundere lil’ brother thing where they reach that age where they pretend to be too cool to look up to their older siblings (despite the fact they still do).

His signature flower is an oxeye daisy

Cats, specifically younger cats, are very cuddly with him. (Satan would never admit it but he finds it utterly heart melting)

He likes cooking games, like cooking mama, cooking simulator, the papa’s games, etc.

More of a tea person

Has a bad habit of keeping frosting tubes in his nightstand to snack on, he throws them away at RAD so Simeon won’t find out. Solomon, however, is fully aware but doesn’t address it as Luke is good with restraint and he also feels that the little angel deserves to be able to be a lil’ bit naughty.

He’s a huge fan of plushies with star motifs.

Not much of a fan of greasy foods. Sure, he enjoys it occasionally, but he honestly just prefers fresher and healthier foods.

His favorite fruits are blueberries

Has super soft hair, perfect for headpats, which is great because he loves headpats!

Has a pale blue gecko named Cupcake.

[victorluvsalice]

Welcome -- to the Laggiest Fall Sunday the trio has thus experienced! Yes, unfortunately this particular playsession was marked by my game lagging and being a bit of a little shit when it came to letting me do the things I wanted to do. But I powered on through, and the trio had a pretty decent Sunday in their newly-upgraded house and their not-so-newly-upgraded store –

-->Picked up where I left off after all the building and redecorating last time, which saw Alice making grape nectar in the new basement area; Smiler making mechanisms in the barn; and Victor chilling out in the séance room on the second floor. Having spotted some spooky hands and symbols down on the first floor that were upsetting the pets, I had Victor pop down there to deal with them (though I learned in the process he apparently can’t Transportalate directly into the first floor hallway – he has to go in through the study! Though maybe that’s just because all the spooky stuff and dogs and cats were in the way), then had him move the laundry out of the washing machine and into the dryer, fill the new pet feeders in the kitchen, and comfort a scared Kelly with pets and offers of friendship. :) He then got himself a nice breakfast of leftover pumpkin spice waffles while Alice finished up her grape nectar (poor quality, sadly) and plopped herself down for a nice wolf nap –

And Smiler, having finished off the last mechanism they needed, started work on a Servo! :D We’re finally gonna get the robot, yay! I am very much looking forward to it – I’ve never had a Servo in one of my families before. And since I hope to get a Servo to serve as Wheatley in my potential future Tiny Town challenge save, dealing with the Chill Valicer Save Servo will be good practice for figuring out how they work. :)

-->Anyway – with Smiler occupied building up their new robotic family member, and Alice occupied with getting her zzzs, it was up to Victor to keep me occupied, and vice-versa. :p Having spotted a specter in the study while he was getting his breakfast, I had him go and give the ghostly blob a Potion of the Nimble Mind once he was done, which was received well and got him a nice little ectocake for later. :D Hey, anything other than wraith wax! He then calmed down Shadow, who apparently had been spooked by the specter’s appearance, grabbed the now-dry clothes out of the dryer –

And then, because I’d seen her poking around it before, took Shadow out to run the newly-rejiggered obstacle course! :D Yes, you finally get a look at it – on the world’s cloudiest morning, of course. It’s a really good thing the various elements of the course glow, huh? Anyway, actually getting both Victor and Shadow to the course took a couple of tries, mostly because doggo went out the wrong door first, but they got there in the end –

And had a PERFECT RUN. :D Shadow even did the obstacles in exactly the order I’d intended – poles, short hoop, curved tube, new medium hoop, ramp, platform! I mean, she went up the ramp the wrong way (going away from the platform instead of toward it), but that’s probably my fault for placing it the wrong way around or something. XD Still, Victor and I were VERY pleased with this result. Shadow was more interested in chasing her tail and then going and chewing one of her balls. XD

[cinemaocd]

For my UK mutuals

As requested I'm not interacting but I have a lot to say about surviving extreme weather as American who has survived half a century of extreme weather in the midwest.

I lived in uninsulated attic bedroom without ac as a child and these are things I learned to do when I was little:

Close up the windows and shut the blinds as the day is heating up. Wait to open things up until after the sun goes down. Use fans to circulate air into the house early in the a.m. when it's colder outside than inside. Use your fans to circulate air around the house during the heat of the day. Use your fans to push air OUT of the house again in the evening. If you push air out an upper story window it will draw some colder air from below.

Save activities/errands for evenings and early mornings. Stay out of the sun as much as possible. Use umbrellas for shade. Wear a hat. Lose fitting clothing in a breathable (cotton, linen, light weight wool) fabric is much better than exposed skin if you have to go in the sun. If you want to go to the beach go early in the morning or in the evening. Don't swim in the heat of the day. If you are in charge of when you work, avoid doing it in the heat of day. If you run a shop, cafe or other business, change your hours to avoid being open during "siesta hours" (2-5 p.m.) If possible try to work from home to avoid commuting during the heatwave. The more people on the Tube the hotter it's going to be down there.

Cars left in the sun are subject to the greenhouse effect and will be much hotter than outside temperatures. Open your car windows and doors before you drive and run the fan to push the hot air out. If you are traveling carry the following: Cold drinking water, a sports drink, nut milk or cow's milk are preferable to soda, coffee or tea but any of those three are preferable to nothing. Even if your vehicle has a.c. you still need more hydration to deal with the heat.

Also useful for travel: bandana or towel (more on that later), sun hat, handheld fan (for when you are stuck in traffic). In America they sell these shields that you can put over your windshield to prevent the greenhouse effect. Not sure if they sell them in the Old Country, but here is a tutorial for making one out of cardboard. All of this stuff (minus the sunshade) would be useful on public transport.

That other post talks about how its bad to wear wet clothes in the sun because water acts as a lens but wet clothing can be your best friend in the shade! A bandana dipped in cold/cool water and wrapped around your neck will keep you cool until it dries. For sleeping I often place a cold bandana or washcloth on my face or forehead. You can dampen a towel and sit on it (this is a great trick for long car rides in the heat) Alternatively: Hot water bottles can also be COLD WATER BOTTLES. Just add ice. They make ice trays that make skinny little shapes to fit into water bottles, and they can help turn your hwb into an ice pack.

Cold/cool showers and baths especially right before bed if you have trouble sleeping in the heat. Kiddie pools or animal troughs in the shade are great for keeping people and doggos cool.

Cranking your fridge to its lowest setting will make it cool more but the heat that is pumped out of the fridge goes right into your house. Keep your fridge at the warmest temp you can get away with. Likewise televisions and computers pump out of a ton of heat when they are running.

IF YOU LOSE POWER

The temptation to rely on your refrigerator/freezer is obvious but the first thing that happens in a heat wave in America is the power grid goes down.

Think about buying a solar powered fan now, before the grid goes down...

Make sure you have batteries charged ahead of time.

If you rely on candles or lanterns for power outtages, consider a source of light that doesn't add heat to the environment, like a solar powered LED lantern.

Another piece of equipment that could literally save your life: a marine cooler.

If/when the worst happens: take some large frozen items out of freezer/deepfreeze and put it in a cooler with some essentials from your fridge. Deeply frozen food will keep those other things cool for a day or more (depending on your cooler). Try to keep the fridge and freezer shut then after you have filled your cooler so that the remaining cool air will keep things as long as possible. If you go multiple days without power you may need to throw everything out anyway, but you might get away with it if you are careful and have a good cooler.

A marine cooler kept out of the sun will keep ice for days. We started camping with one and we no longer have to do any kind of mid-trip ice stock up. Also: block ice will stay frozen so much longer than cubes. If you have the space in your freezer, buy some now and stash it before you need it.

Fresh fruit and vegetables that don't require cooking are a great way to get more liquids and feed yourself without making your house any hotter or using electricity. If consumed quickly they don't need refrigeration either.

This is a wacky one but hear me out: hammocks. If you can hang a hammock do it! Sleeping suspended like that air circulates around your body and you will be so much cooler. I was in tropical Mexico a few years ago and all of the houses had hammock hooks built into the walls to take advantage of the cooling effect. Bonus: you can pretend to be Captain Jack Aubrey while you're lying there...

[pom-seedss]

Got tagged by @arts-i-enjoy at just the right time to be able to do one of these things. It's a nifty ask game!

Are you named after anyone?

I think my middle name is based off of some kind of Sears or Eatons model but I cannot verify this.

When was the last time you cried?

Ahh ha ha haha. next please.

Do you have kids?

Nah.

What sports do you play/have you played?

Competitively I used to play a lot. Hockey, curling, ringette, baseball, gymnastics, ice skating, volleyball, basketball. - Basically the only team sport that I didn't participate in was soccer because I couldn't stand soccer. Non-competitively I did rock climbing, general obstacle courses, roller blading, swimming, tubing/water skiing/wakeboarding, archery, hiking, snowmobiling, downhill and cross country skiiing... Dodge ball > : )

Do you use sarcasm?

No. Never. [/sarcasm]

What is the first thing you notice about people?

I don't really notice things in a particular order.... I guess someone's style since I usually notice like... earrings, pins, cute sweaters, neat beards.... novel stimuli is what I notice if I notice people.

What's your eye color?

Brown

Scary movies or happy endings?

Why not both?

Any talents?

I'd like to think I have quite a few. I can sing pretty well, I can draw pleasing things, I'm pretty good at making people laugh. I am a good listener and apparently good to bounce things off of. I got a lot of those "soft skills" you always hear about but can never monetize, lol. But I am content with just being helpful for the people in my life.

Where were you born?

Canada.

What are your hobbies?

Art, video games and animal keeping are the biggins because they are what I have the most energy for. I pick up and drop various physical hobbies (crossstitch, knitting, clay modeling) all the time though but none have a lot of staying power. I like the learning process more than anything, I think.

Can just "learning" be a hobby I guess?

Do you have any pets?

1 Doggo, 2 cats, 1 tiny parrot!

How tall are you?

Short enough to cause problems. 5'2" ish.

Favorite subject in school?

In school? Philosophy and Culture classes were probably my favs.

Dream job?

Ah haha. In a dream world, I want to be a little Renaissance Man with a patron who pays all my bills and leaves me to create. Occasionally asking for something specific to which I can bend my mind to, but otherwise allowed to create freely at my own pace. In reality? I don't really have job aspirations since my disability is so bad, but I'd love something just simple like working at a small town grocer or something. (lol, I say in reality as though big chains haven't made the concept of a general store all but nonexistent outside of extremely rural places ... and even then....) When I was in grade 6 we were supposed to like make plans and figure out what we wanted to do with our lives and I thought it was dumb because I was 12 and knew there were jobs out there I'd never even concieved of so how was I to pick right now? So I just said a dumb answer like I wanted to run a convenience store and didn't take it seriously. Though the more I am out in the world the more I think 12 year old me was right. Just a nice mostly quiet job serving my community, dealing with the public and all that entails but not necessarily the same overwhelming level as retail. And not like... in a city. Small town or bust for this dream I think.

So... uh...tagging... uh..... @evilweasel24 , @ravenbara , @rembrandtswife , @localcryptideli , um..um...um... that's all who I can think of to tag in this I am sorry v.v

[harmonytre-reblogs]

Heyyyyyyy HLVRAI fandom! I'm a new fan, and I don't usually ask about AUs so quickly, but one won't leave my mind. I'll make my own interpretation if I have time, but I'm also interesting in seeing if it's been handled before!

(under the cut: spoilers for Act 3 and finale)

There's no way Gordan didn't get effected by radioactive sludge, raw sewage, and Gatorade(tm) (as well as dirt, rocks, and who knows what else) making direct contact with a gaping open wound. Especially in a facility with crazy supernatural and alien occurrences everywhere. The gun arm is a cool upgrade, but not as weird as Sweet Voice, SuperLegs(TM), test tube babies, or inventing an immortal png doggo. So are there any AUs where Gordan IS effected? Anywhere from becoming straight up eldritch horror to slight "creaturing"? (Self-promo allowed, heck yeah share your personal AUs!!)

[patchthemedic]

bruh this Wheeljack Wednesday was a little Too Crazy lemme tell you, had me running around all day and i only sat down like twice [1. Lunch 2. Driving home].

the automated testing line just uhhhh. she uhhh yeah she just said ‘nah im not gonna work today lol! :)’ i didn’t even realize it was shift change time till i heard one of the next shift dudes ask me a question and i was like “yeah here were the errors—wait a minute you’re here already??”. 8100 days are defs my fave days for this reason tho it’s so unpredictable as to whether it’ll work 100% or not, and i rly like figuring out what the problems are! it’s such a complicated system, and i defs count these as cardio days haha

god i love Inga so much!!! She’s such a sweet sweet doggo, the bestest doggo, she’s always so heckin happy when i get home!! And i’m so happy to see her! I tell her too, everyday, how much i missed her and how happy i am to be back home! You just can’t beat floor time chillin with ur best bud after a long day of yeeting tubes and yoinking samples!! That is all!! I love my pupperoni very much!!!!! ♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️🥰🐾

Time for a chimken salad wrap >:]

[yantisocial]

*bangs desk*

One creator's choice Ace Attorney BAH pack, please (preferably any of the weird girl assistants)

》 Psyche-Lock Anon

so im going to be honest, i did this all in some sort of fugue state. basically if you'd like a re-do of this pack, i definitely understand, because im pretty sure this is Not what you wanted/had in mind. (and hopefully i'll, yknow, stick to the prompt fully this time...😓) you are obviously free to use this alter pack too, and i hope you like it! but let me know if you'd like something much more source accurate!! its genuinely not an issue to ask us do that.

WARNING: major spoilers for ace attorney episode 2, "turnabout sisters" below!

Name(s): Mikito Maru Fey, Miara Auras Fey (past life)

Nickname(s): Miki, Mimi, Kito

Age: chrono 32, transage 13–20 ageslider

Gender(s): viodoggentic, bi-bodiment, muttbodiment, deathcute, rokkugyarudollic, clingypupboy, monachoric, revivedcorpse, girlcorpse, femboy

Orientation(s): obsesso-platonic, aromantic, hypersexual, veilic attraction, airreur, nonhuman4nonhuman

Pronouns: pup/he/mutt/dog

Title(s): dogboy, doggo, dog, boy, pup, little guy, this mutt, etc.—anything you’d refer to a male dog with

General Description: Mikito is a dogboy who identified as an afab woman in his previous life, before pup’s corpse was resurrected and summoned here. Mutt is a pet regressor who sometimes age regresses as well, and is a dog therian and puppykin/caninekin. Dog is not fully human, nor fully mutt, but has something unknown mixed in—due to the fact that pup is technically just possessing his own corpse (it isn’t in any danger of decomposing though, don’t worry!)

Interests: dog shows/videos, performing tricks (see Extras for therian activity suggestions)

Discomforts: being called a woman/girl/etc. calling his source/past-self/pre-death-self a woman/girl/etc is fine, but he no longer identifies as such and so its rude to do so in present tense! (Ex. “When you were a girl…” is okay but “hey girlypop!” or “let’s have a girls’ night!” is not!)

Triggers: arguments, debates, shows about anything related to the law or crime, minecraft, ace attorney content, overstimulation

(Cis)IDs: blasian (korean+african american), autistic, cotard’s syndrome, doomed by the narrative, feeding tube, hyperempathyflux, canidkin, sensory processing disorder, hypervigilance, brown hair, brown eyes, light skin, large chest, human..?, mutt..? therian, puppykin, clingy low-empathy, therianthing

TransIDs: gnc, hyperfemme, dagger, sensipuppyboy agere, transmasc-ish transarfid, transpsychic, transmedium, transghost, transundead, transneko, transwillogenic, transtutorial, transwheelchairuser, transminecraftsourced, transhater, transrude, transoneegyaru, transrokkugyaru, transblackhair, trans3ccurlyhair

MUDs:, Hyper Sensory Awareness Disorder (flag), Fictional World Longing Disorder (flag), Rapid Onset Species Disorder

Role (if any): Fib Responder/Fibber, Lawyer, Appellisian, Pet Dreamer, Shift Holder

Emoji and/or Proxy Tag: 🐶⚖️ or 🦮❤️‍🩹 or 🐾🥀 or -M. Fey or (Miki)

Source: Mia Fey, Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney Trilogy

Source Talk: yes

Source Accuracy: not much anymore, but before death he was highly source accurate

Paras: auto🐶zoo (self as a dog), 🐶🐾zoo (dogs), necrobiophilia (the living and dead), petplay, hybristospectrophilia (ghosts who are criminals), serviphilia (serving another), sinefaciemphilia (the faceless), demonophilia (demons) lyssophilia (rabies), kinemortophilia (the living dead/zombies), pecattiphilia (thought crimes/sinning)

Style: 01 02 03 04 05 ; muttcore, lots of band tees, tail and ears when possible and safe

Music Taste: [playlist]

Appearance:

Extra: suggestions for therian activities— hoolahooping, cross-country running, jump-roping, basketball, soccer, volleyball, dodgeball. These should give the same feeling as doing dog tricks !

[xx-obliviousfantasy-xx]

And now, I give to thee...

ALTERNATE ANIMAL NAMES (That I came up with in 2021)

Doggo/Pupperino (Dog/Puppy) Cataroonie/Maow Mrows/Meowthers/Kit Kit (Cat/Kitten) Birb/Birby/Squak Squaks Foximus/Vixena/Vulperizer/Toddisimo/Reigyn/Doggy Doggy Do/Fyxe (Fox/Vixen) Octonii/Octoonie (Octopus) Squiddledee (Squid) Jellowishies (Jellyfish) Boop Noodle/Danger Noodle/Sneky MooMoos (Cow) Chickies(Chicken)/ChickChicks(Chicks)/HenHens(Hens)/Roostinos(Roosters) Honkers/Hissonkers (Geese) Hoppity Hops (Rabbits) Leapity Hops (Frogs) Waddlely Hops (Toads) Skittery Scalies (Lizards) Swishing Scalies (Fish) Clackity Clacks (Crabs) Clack Clackities (Lobsters) Clompedy Clacks (Horses) HeeHonks (Donkeys) Slimy Wimeys (Slugs) Shelly Slimies (Snails) Slippery Wiggledies (Worms) Inedible Noodle(Worms) Meepmeese (Moose) Deeries(Dear)/Snow dusted babus (Fawn) Fantabulous Birby Wirby (Peacock) Kickyourassaroo/Joeth (Joey) Hootsifer(s) (Owls) Fancy Smancey Birdidoos (Penguins) Fancy Royal Birdinos (Emperor Penguins) Cheese and Mac Birdos (Macaroni Penguins) Supreme Murder Birdy (SOUTHERN CASSoWARY) Murder Birbies (Crows) Mentos(Polar Bears) Professional French Fry Stealer (Seagulls) Professional Fish carrier (Pelicans) Wittle spikey boi (Hedgehog) Big Spikey boi (Porcupine) Smelly bitch (Skunk) Smelly bitch round two/Long ass furry tube (Ferret) Mean big ass big head bitches (Orcas) Mean grey lil hoes (Dolphins) Naked Baby (Naked Mole rat) Dirty Baby (Moles) Special Dirty Baby (Star-nosed mole) Patrick Star (Starfish) Yoga Master (Flamingos) Moving Armor (Tortoise) Speedy Armor (Turtle) Submerged Armor (Sea Turtle)

In 2024 I would like to say that Pangolin and Armadillo should have an armor name. And also, there's no pig for some reason but CLEARLY those should've been "Oinkies" or "mud puppies."

[oxiegoeimi]

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Amped up on amphetamines, I found socially acceptable means of coping with pressure. Stay connected with people. We’ll paint a picture of drama filled with heroism. When you think that you’ve failed too many times, a few skeptics will throw you under the bus. Don’t worry about that. They’re broken, and so are we . . . It’s just that the psyche projects itself upon the world. This leads to war, separation, loss, and trauma. But; it’s worth it, this life thing. Whether it’s your kitty or doggo wondering where mama has gone to during the day or a video game community logging on to shoot the ____ with you for hours, love is not lacking. If you need superstitious or religious practices to function, more power to you. If Science provides a calming order, break out the test tubes and Wikipedia to uncover secrets of infinity. Running that mountain or charging the flame can help to catalyze that inner protagonist who thinks they’re an antagonist at times. It’s true . . . we are fallible. Excuses do lead to more brokenness. But, dang it, you’re human; unless fish and trees somehow learned to read the English language. Mi amigo, I know it’s hard to recall the days where a pacifier or bottle of milk were kryptonite for panic. I realize that he or she broke your heart. Let’s not normalize pain. Let’s not generalize anything through social comparison. The demands and surprises of time will hunt each of us down repeatedly. So, stay connected with what and who you can trust. If that’s a problem, welcome to my struggle homie. The greatest failure in my short existence has been refusing to believe in anything. I could give you the reasons why, but there’s not enough space here. Yup. Why does not change the solution. When willing, help isn’t beyond the breath animating our eternity.

- oxiegoeimi

whispers 11.1 🦁🏳🔐💙 remember to always #trust #nature 🌲 #Healer 🔥 #Spirit 🕊 #hope ⚜️ #grace ☔️ #love 🌸 #life 🌊 #unity 🌈 #believe 💝 #weareone ✂️🕚🎶 #energy #PinkySwear #prayer #meditation #freelove #hereandhereafter #dream #vision #Eternity #paradise #infinity #light #origin #writing #source journey #create #coexist #together 💜🌠🌅🌟

[furshrimps]

Sammy had a burr tightly stuck to the back of his hind foot and he ran around with it for weeks because he wouldn't let me cut it for anything. at. all. The first half of successfully cutting it out was when my sister happened to visit just to drop something off and I thrust a brand new tube of doggy liverwurst into her hands and worked on the burr for as long as Sammy let himself be distracted. Then the rest stayed on for another week or two until I had the brilliant idea of taking the scissors along for a walk, posed the doggos on a log in a quiet area and snipped the thing free bit by little bit. I mean it worked, he happily ate the treats for complying and all, but... why can't we do this shit at home like everyone else lol.