Pond Update: it’s planted now! It has been for like a month and a half but I was waiting to make sure everything took. I tried to organize the plants along a gradient of dry-wet so everyone’s happy and it seems to be working out so far! I was kind of surprised at how well the succulents are growing in particular. I put some sagittaria and pondweed in amongst his hides but I still want to add more aquatic vegetation in the future. Most importantly: look at my boye
Hey hey we’ve got some new faces in the terrarium, straight from the beautiful wilderness of Wakayama!
First up is Minchi, a baby Gyuriki-maimai (just like Dala).
She’s just starting to get the speckles indicative of her species. She’s gonna get big big BIG - we’re talking biggest land snail native to Japan big! So like, what, 5-6 cm? Adorable.
Next up is Wilt, a Siebold’s globular snail (Usukawa-maimai). He’s got a wonky short eye and a white mole on his face…and I think he’s charming! He recently achieved a fully grown state, so he’s probably at least 2 years old.
Finally we have Milky, a Kuchibeni-maimai just like Godzilla (who is still missing). All white except for light brown racing stripes and eyestalks, Milky looks like she’s made of white chocolate! She’s also got a cute little brown diamond on her head. A pale red stripe near the opening of her shell indicates she may be nearly full-grown.
Oh, also, I bought a macro lens for my phone camera.
Oh yeah this might be a “yeah no shit” moment for some people but I sure was trained most of my life to think our veins looked like this:
Like a bunch of branching pointy tree roots, right?
But that’s just because that’s how much of them we can see when they’re on the surface of something. It NEVER crossed my mind how little physical sense that makes.
The veins in our bodies are actually like this:
There are no tapered points. Those would be dead ends for the blood. They all just keep going in a loop and back around, because DUH, HOW ELSE WOULD THEY CIRCULATE
Nobody ever talks about this or portrays it that way in virtually any art.
The first picture gave me whiplash so hard I thought this was gonna be connected to homestuck
Always falling into a hole, then saying “ok, this is not your grave, get out of this hole,” getting out of the hole which is not the grave, falling into a hole again, saying “ok, this is also not your grave, get out of this hole,” getting out of that hole, falling into another one; sometimes falling into a hole within a hole, or many holes within holes, getting out of them one after the other, then falling again, saying “this is not your grave, get out of the hole”; sometimes being pushed, saying “you can not push me into this hole, it is not my grave,” and getting out defiantly, then falling into a hole again without any pushing; sometimes falling into a set of holes whose structures are predictable, ideological, and long dug, often falling into this set of structural and impersonal holes; sometimes falling into holes with other people, with other people, saying “this is not our mass grave, get out of this hole,” all together getting out of the hole together, hands and legs and arms and human ladders of each other to get out of the hole that is not the mass grave but that will only be gotten out of together; sometimes the willful-falling into a hole which is not the grave because it is easier than not falling into a hole really, but then once in it, realizing it is not the grave, getting out of the hole eventually; sometimes falling into a hole and languishing there for days, weeks, months, years, because while not the grave very difficult, still, to climb out of and you know after this hole there’s just another and another; sometimes surveying the landscape of holes and wishing for a high quality final hole; sometimes thinking of who has fallen into holes which are not graves but might be better if they were; sometimes too ardently contemplating the final hole while trying to avoid the provisional ones; sometimes dutifully falling and getting out, with perfect fortitude, saying “look at the skill and spirit with which I rise from that which resembles the grave but isn’t!“
i love housesitting because it’s the opposite of rent…like ur gonna pay me to pet your cat and eat your perishables and shower in your fancy bathroom? ok?????
This could be articulated better but like… i think one of the worst things to happen with trump is that people have identified him as like the only evil going on in the world and rather than look at issues in general as they’ve existed before his presidency or in other countries… its all just trump.
An example would be canadians patting themselves on the back because of trumps immigration policies when we have a shitty record with immigration detention, treatment of refugees etc. And unjust deportations are happening like right now in Canada. Its not.. a past thing.
Or the british people staging these protests against trumps uk visit when its pretty gd awful itself.
Everyone focuses on trump because its obvious and easy and requires honestly very limited critical thinking because he’s like a caricature of evil and they get their “feel-good” moments from taking a stand against him when its literally the easiest thing to do and then ignore literally everything else going on around them, stuff that’s been going on long before trump, because that stuff requires more effort, or more self-reflection or more critical engagement..
(ELMER SUBMERGES HIS HEAD UNDERWATER AND CANNOT HEAR ANY RUMBLING; HE IS DIPPING HIS DRINK.)
*FROM THE UNCULTIVATED HEATH EMERGES THE SIZABLE STAFF SARGENT RUSSELL!, GLISTENING WITH LINSEED OIL AND GLISTENING IN THE AFTERNOON SUN.*
*STAFF SARGENT RUSSELL! HEAVES A BELLOW LIKE A THUNDER’S CLAP AND SLAPS THE DIPPING DECK WITH THE SPEED OF LIGHTNING AND THE FORCE OF A HURRICANE.*
(UNCLE ELMER’S HEAD SNAPS UP TO ATTENTION.)
Yes Sir Thank You Sir Just Dipping My Drink Sir
*STAFF SARGENT RUSSELL! CLAPS A HAND ON ELMER’S SHOULDER.*
WORTHLESS, LAZY, SHAMELESS UNCLE - DIPPING YOUR DRINK AFTER THE NOONDAY SUN LIKE SOME SORT OF INFANT. WHAT IS THIS SLOP, YOU HEAP?
Yes Sir Thank You Sir Its Pepsi Sir Im Dip My Drink In Pepsi Sir
*STAFF SARGENT RUSSELL! LOOKS PLEASED.*
AH, PEPSI. GOOD, THAT’S GOOD. GOOD STUFF. DON’T MIND IF I HAVE A TASTE.
*STAFF SARGENT RUSSELL! EXTENDS A FINGER OILED WITH THE GRISTLE OF LAMB DELISH AND DIPS IT BOISTEROUSLY INTO ELMER’S MOUTH AND EXTRACTS A PRECIOUS, GLISTENING DROP OF BROWN LIQUID.*
Thank You Sir Wait Sir Please Sir Dont Eat That Sir...!
*STAFF SARGENT RUSSELL! DIPS THE DRINK ONTO HIS OUTSTRETCHED TONGUE. HE SNORTS SUSPICIOUSLY AND SMACKS HIS LIPS ONCE, TWICE, THRICE…*
THIS IS MR. PIBB.
THIS IS MR. PIBB.
*STAFF SARGENT RUSSELL! FORMS HIS FINGER INTO A FISHHOOK AND LIFTS ELMER UP BY THE CHEEK.*
GO IN THE WATER.
GO IN THE WATER FOR A YEAR, YOU SHRUNKEN DOLLOP.
*STAFF SARGENT RUSSELL! HURLS ELMER WITH ALL OF HIS STRENGTH INTO THE SEA.*
Im Swimming Away Away Away And Never Going Home
This Damn Watter Pruning Me Up And Shrinking Me Up
