#the-midsummer-dingo

[franki-lew-yo]

-Fantastic Videos about Animation and Animation History-

The Animation that Changed Cinema by Cinema Cartography.

A wonderful intro into the world of Chinese Animated films by Accented Cinema.

Li Speaks breakdown of the Horseland TV show.

Jenny Nicholson's well-deserved take down of The Land Before Time series of films.

Laura Crone's painful look at the original and then all TWELVE of The Swan Princess movies.

Walt Disney's Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs' crew party with Defunctland.

Phelous' entire playlist on the infamous Dingo Pictures films.

Yesterworld's very insightful history look at The Black Cauldron.

Rankin/Bass history with Quinton Reviews and Worthikids and Nutcracker Fantasy with BenettetheSage.

Ralph Bakshi's Lord of the Rings with Folding Ideas.

Phelous' look at Ralph Bakshi's borrowing between Rocket Robin Hood and Spiderman and also that time Filmation tried to make sequels to Disney films.

Just Lady Emily talking about The Gorillaz history.

BrowsHeldHigh's look at Czech Stopmotion animators Jan Svankmajer with Little Otik and Jiri Trinki with A Midsummer Night's Dream.

Jaccob Geller's heartbreaking deep dive into Don Hertzfeldt's animation (through a single Simpsons gag).

Wonderful introspective videos on Death Note, Neon Genesis Evangelion and Barefoot Gen -cw: violence, child death, crime and sa throughout) with BenettetheSage.

In the aftermath of all....that, I recommend a happier detour into La 'Ron Readus' look at A Goofy Movie.

HBomberGuy's good look back at RWBY and Rooster Teeth.

-cw: discussion of self harm, altrightness, and sa- A sad look into Emily Youcis's infamous 'Alfred Alfer' animations and subsequent fall from grace (into racism).

The Kimba the White Lion vs The Lion King controversy with YourMovieSucks.

CynicalReviews' look at Foodfight, just to prep you for Rotten: Behind the Foodfight by Ok so...

[midsummer-dndingo]

I gave my favorite girl a rawhide treat. I asked if I could take her picture and she posed.

She is so regal.

[solplparty]

[4K] Rich Brian - Gospel, Cold, History, Midsummer Madness @HITC 2021 | [DF CAM] DF X 88rising  https://youtu.be/VJvhy7759To 00:00 Gospel 02:03 Cold 03:59 History 07:20 Who That Be 09:52 Edamame 12:21 Midsummer Madness ▶딩고프리스타일 (Dingo Freestyle) : http://bit.ly/Dingo__Freestyle ▶딩고뮤직 (Dingo Music) : http://bit.ly/Dingo__Music ▶일소라 (일반인들의 소름돋는 라이브) : http://bit.ly/ilsora contact : musicbiz@makeus.com #RichBrian #리치브라이언 #HITC2021 #88rising #딩고프리스타일 #DingoFreestyle dingo freestyle

[twoarchersonecity]

tag things

Rules: answer the questions, then tag 20 followers you’d like to get to know…

I was tagged by @lunarlooroo - sorry for taking this long to​ answer, and thanks for asking after me!

Nickname: Usually I just go by my name, Maree, but some people have occasionally shortened that to Ree.

Gender: Female

Star sign: Sagittarius

Height: Last time I checked, either 157/158cm.

Sexuality: This has always been hard for me to pin down, so the best answer I can give is grey aro/grey ace, with no specific gender preference.

Hogwarts house: I've never done the Pottermore test, but just going off of online quizzes and such, it be Slytherclaw.

Favourite animals: Currently? Crows and foxes.

Favourite colour: It's a tie between blue and grey.

Current favourite song: I can never choose just one song, EVER, but the last thing I was listening to on repeat was Giver, by K.Flay.

Favourite ideas to get creative with: Not sure how to answer this - aside from generally seeing or hearing something that makes me think about writing or drawing something....?

What do I like to do when I’m alone: Read (more fanfic than books lately), play video games, view content from my favourite YouTubers, etc.

What do I think of my friends: Love 'em to bits, even though there's been less time to see them lately - they accept me whether I'm behaving like a hyperactive 5-year-old or having a really quiet day, and that's what counts.

Average hours spent sleeping: Not nearly enough. Usually 4 hours or less, maybe up to 6 when I'm really tired? Offset by the occasional day where I crash from exhaustion.

Cats or dogs: Love both, but probably dogs.

Number of blankets I sleep with: Unless it's a cooler night, I usually just sleep on top of my bed with no blankets at all.

Dream job: Never really had one. I'm happy with anything that's steady work and lacking in asshole co-workers.

Dream trip: My sister and friends have brought up heading to Japan in the future, so hopefully we'll find time.

When I made this account: Probably 5 years ago or more? I don't really remember - it's been a fair while, though.

Why I made this account: To keep up with certain fic writers and artists who posted most of their work on Tumblr.

Number of followers: Right now it's 130, and I have no idea how that happened. :)

I'll tag @the-loquacious-lark, @snickering-maniac, @bandersnatchers, @gigglesandfreckles, @sunshine-jim, @the-midsummer-dingo, @the-punslinger, @kaytikazoo, @kallistothekrow, @missdreawrites, @deathdaydungeon, @mosellegreen, @thealextheshipper, @interferonalpha, @tinygaycommander, @nagia-pronounced-neijia, @24chlack, @thetwowriters, @horizonprospects, @calebs-frumpkin

On that note, I'd just like to say that I tend to be a silent follower - I'll respond if people ask me something directly, but most of the time I have enough anxiety about talking to people that I don't reach out. I do appreciate the people who follow me, though, and if you feel like responding to this that's great, but if you don't, that's fine too. :)

[amilst]

Eupatorium, Joe Pye Weed, Boneset. This is truly one of the wonders of the garden. Late every spring, it starts to shoot up asparagus looking stems. By midsummer they are 12 feet high sporting florets of purple flowers. Once the first day of frost arrives, the plants die completely down to the earth leaving  semi-woody posts I have fun knocking to the ground. The first two weeks of the next May, the process starts again. The plant multiplies like mad, sending offspring to far reaches of the garden, which are easy to dig up and replant to places that can handle the giants. I started with three plants and now have close to fifty.

It’s one of those plants where the flowers are nice as a group but, as you can see in the closeups, not very attractive individually except to the bees.

The scientific name Eupatorium was, for no reason I could find, in honor of Mithridates Eupator, the ruler of Pontus, a Kingdom in what is now Greece and Iran, a century before year 0. Aside from waging at least three losing wars against the Roman Empire, marrying his younger sister when she was 16, and killing his sons who rose against him, Eupator is mostly known for being so paranoid about being assassinated he ingested small amounts of plant poisons each day to gain some immunity from such toxins. Clever or not, he had an amazingly early understanding of immunotherapy.

James Joyce even penned a nice little ditty about the King in classic Joycean syntax:

“Though I thy Mithridates were

Framed to defy the poison dart,

Yet must thou fold me unaware

To know the rapture of thy heart

And I but render and confess

The malice of thy tenderness.”

The common name Boneset stems from its use to treat the oddly named Denque Fever, also called “break bone fever,” a mosquito borne virus which causes such severe joint pain you feel your bones are breaking. Dengue Fever takes its name from the Swahili phrase “ka-dingo pepo,” meaning a seizure caused by an evil spirit. That would have been a better common name than Boneset.

Then there is the name most everyone calls the plant: Joe Pye Weed. Many gardeners will tell whoever will listen that the plant is named after a famous Native American medicine man who used every part of the plant to treat every kind of illness. I confess I may have been guilty of the same offense, such as in the August 3, 2017, entry in this very blog. But I always thought the familiar story sounded a bit suspect. For one Kevin Doyle and I went through school with a kid named Harvey Pye and he certainly wasn’t Native American.

It turns out some writers have coined the phrase “Joe Pye’s Law” to mean the following maxim: An anecdote worth telling about one particular legendary figure is worth telling about any other particular legendary figure.

Indeed, depending on which garden book you read, Joe Pye was either a Caucasian who learned from Native Americans about the medicinal value of native plants or a Native American medicine man named Zhopai, whose name was tortured by the whites. Some claim Joe Pye used the plant for everything under the sun while others are adamant he discovered  it could be used as a fever inducing tea to cure Typhus. Still others say the name comes from an early Native American word for Typhus, you guessed it, “jopai.” Curiously, the word “jopi” is now in the urban dictionary meaning “a good-looking dude.”

A magazine I am sure you can find on most coffee tables, “The Great Lake Botanist,” published a 20 page exploration into who was the real Joe Pye. See https://quod.lib.umich.edu/cgi/p/pod/dod-idx/joe-pye-joe-pyes-law-and-joe-pye-weed-the-history.pdf?c=mbot;idno=0497763.0056.303;format=pdf. One of the Joe Pyes they uncovered was a white guy from New York who entered into a contract with the Mohicans to allow him to cut and carry away ten pine trees from tribal land or to assign his right to do so. He did the latter only to have the state of New York move to set aside the assignment. As a law practicing gardener, I felt compelled to look up the case, captioned Chandler v Edson, 9 Johns 362 (1812). In holding that the contract between Native Americans and a white was void if not criminal absent legislative approval, the court’s reasoning demonstrated an incredible lack of insight: such a law, they said, “was indispensable to save the Indians from falling victims to their own weakness and to the intelligence and sometimes the cupidity of the whites.” (Cupidity is an old word for greed.)

In the end, the Great Lake botanists concluded with not much certainty that the most probable Joe Pye was an Algonquian Sachem or Chief from Stockbridge, Massachusetts named Joseph Shauguethqueat, who lived at the turn of the 19th century. (No wonder the neighboring whites called him Joe Pye.) They say the Chief was not a medicine man but probably knew how Eupatorium was traditionally used by the tribe and so passed his knowledge on.

 I go with the anglicized Native American word for Typhus.

[madamepigota]

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[midsummer-dndingo]

Yesterday I said Id post a selfie, but I never got around to it. Heres the pic I took though. Pardon the messy hair.

[sammichkhaleesi-blog]

Hi.

1. First impression: You have a really cool blog, and ya kinda cute. 2. Truth is: We've been following each other for a minute. 3. How old do you look: 244. Have you ever made me laugh: Yuup5. Have you ever made me mad: Nah6. Best feature:  Dunno7. Have I ever had a crush on you: Nah

[wolfywolfy]

the-midsummer-dingo replied to your post: somEBODY HELP ME PLE ASE I NEED AD VI CE ...

Easiest way to find out is to ask him out. If he isn’t interested, he’ll turn you down. And you’ll know “OK. He isn’t interested”. And you’ll be better off for it.

yeah but see this dude drives me home almost every day now and i'm getting onto this semi-comfortable friendship platform and i dont want shit to go downhill because i have a freakin crush yknow

[midsummer-dndingo]

When Life gets you down

Dance unapologetically to old ABBA records.

[fireyams]

the-midsummer-dingo reblogged your photo: Dont move, tumblr. This is a stick up. Give me...

hehe. clever with the doctor who at the bottom. only reason Im blogging actually. I dislike guns.

Way to pick the literal worst reason to reblog it.

[bookofwisdom]

I can understand that some contraception would have negative affects. However, I find it difficult to believe that there weren't safe ways to accomplish this, or safer ways to reduce your chances of having children. I find it more likely that it was illegal because their numbers were smaller, but I could certainly be wrong about that.

I understand that you probably didn't mean the bit about the 'gods deemed it bad juju,' to be ruffle my feathers, but I'm a bit uncertain as to where you got this information.

Unfortunately, part of my issue with my inability to find a comfortable middle between my modern beliefs and my recon practices is that I don't have contact with my deities. I don't talk with them, we don't have conversation, and I eat, sleep, and breathe doubt. :/ It tends to make things tricky.  Even if I found out that they didn't approve, I would pack up my things, let them loose, and go find myself a new pantheon. I chose them. I wasn't picked, called, etc. I like the pantheon, and it currently works for me. :) Thus far, I've seen nothing to change this.

I do understand what you mean. :) I'm just having a negative charge, negative charge magnet moment.

I appreciate the messages.

[yumisdreams]

I love Dingo's they make me laugh!

[braevemaeve]

My puppy Dobby!  She is a Chiweenie and she is 3 and a half months old.

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I don't mean to sound cliched but. ready for round 2? I'm always good to come at a different angle.

Innovation always requires a new angle

[midsummer-dndingo]

Sometimes visiting someone patreon can really make you sick...

Just visited the patreon page of an artist that I love. And I want to cry. Its not a disgusted kind of sick I am feeling. Its one of despair. I want to vomit because I am so dissatisfied with my entire fucking life. Here there are, doing something they love. And making 24000 a MONTH off of it. A month! I just... I feel ill. They can make that from the contributions of other people who love their work. I can't even get up the motivation to DO the things I love, let alone profit off them. Why? Why do I have to be chained into this god awful job. Making literally a 12th of what they make. Maybe the work is important, sure. But I dont want to do it. I have no passion for this industry and I cannot leave it because I have to survive and make a living to continue having a roof and food. I hate this. I hate my life. I hate everything. I just want to get away from it all. ...why cant it stop. Why cant I do what I love... i dont even want to be that fiscally successfull. I dont want to be rich or make 24000 a month. I dont even know what Id do with that much money. But... it wont buy me happiness, but its comfort I am after. Just enough to not have to worry about the bills and the rent. And for heavens sake maybe be able to get a real house that I can modify and make changes to. And fix up and look nice. Have a little garden in the backyard and be able to afford to go out and eat occasionally. Just enough. I want to carve. Learn to make furniture of wood. Carvings and trinkets and jewelry. I want to write books. Stories. Shit. Finish writing the next chapter of the ongoing smut series I had going a while back. I feel like these things would lead to me being happy. But i havent the energy. Or the time. And what time I do have left after my work day is done. I spend on other interests. And while I know they get in the way of me doing what I want. I dont want to give them up either.... Fuck. Just fuck... i dont know how to do this. I think I am going to be sick... Just fuck me. Why does everything have to overwhelm me and make me so scared to try. I should just do these things. Ive contemplated making my own patreon... but how in the hell would I garner interest from my writing and carving... no one cares about it. Maybe my smut had a fan base, but I dont want to just write smut. And if I did write that and then tried to write my other novels, theyd be forever linked. "Oh kids, you cant read anything by THAT author. He writes gay furry smut too and we don't want you influenced by that garbage" Career tanked... And looking at pics of carved stuff just... wont cut it. Its pointless... The things I am interested are not marketable. My happiness is tied to hobbies that are not interesting to the general populace, and thus not marketable and will not earn me a living. Born a starving artist- I will die a frustrated, bored, angry, bitter old man who never could follow his dreams. Dreams dont pay..