So I've got a dog with depression. We've got two chiweenies, Elwood and Stimpy. Elwood looks like a pocket wolf with ridiculously huge ears. Stimpy looks like a regular Chihuahua, but with oh so soft fur. They were trauma dogs we adopted from the shelter, at about age 5 weeks, found wandering the streets, and Elwood had definitely been kicked in the ribs.
Two years later, they're my goofy little silly heads with wakeup kisses and all the snoogles (a cross between hugs and snuggles) one could ask for. Except, now there's a kitten. Scully is a beautiful little grey kitten about ten weeks old, who adores her older brothers, but constantly wants to play. Stimpy doesn't understand, he thinks she's being mean and avoids the pointy fur ball. Elwood took a shine to her the day we got her and is her big brother/wrestling buddy. Stimpy now gets sad, and sits in the corner, staring at nothing, whining to himself. We've increased his treats, I go out of my way to give him love, and basically force him to snoogle his mommy (he objects at first, but then remembers and isn't sad). Hopefully it improves soon, I hate to see the little guy so sad. Meanwhile, I'll keep sneaking him french fries and loves.
Watching the Last of Us, and so far meh. The third episode was masterful, had both of us crying, great story telling at its finest. The rest, basically generic tv action with farcical drama generated by asinine main characters. There's potential, they need to step things up.
i hate you booktok i hate you overly organised bookshelves i hate you hard cover supremacists i hate you reading challenges i hate you colleen hoover i hate you people who can only seem to read ya or romance i hate you same style of cover in every modern book i hate you rupi kaur i hate you plain boring prose i hate you buying books just for the "aesthetic" i love you pretentiousness i love you being a snob
I'm fascinated by the history of the Grand Guignol. Even read the collection of translated plays, and properly done with modern practical effects, they could still hold up today. If anything, it's deserving of a revival, possibly in concert with some dark burlesque and apropos musical acts.
Being punished for other's political affiliations or actions is called collective punishment. It's a war crime. Violates Section 33 of the Geneva Accords. It's also what Nazi Germany did when they'd machine gun villages when their occupation forces experienced sabotage. Also what the Soviets did when they machine gunned villages when someone collaborated.
turning universal human rights into an "all rights matter," promoting the ideas that civilians in a particular place are fair targets for a particular reason, that you can be lethally punished for the political affiliations of those around you is inane, morally monstrous, and politically inexpedient. it is in everyone's best interest that this line of thinking is not pursued
One thing all the cottagecore types either obfuscated or ignored: living in the woods in a cabin is work. The forest is perpetually trying to reclaim the cleared area. Firewood never lasts as long as you think it would, and it's heavy. We just had a really bad windstorm blow through, lost five white pines, and now I have to take a chainsaw and limb & buck them out. On top of that, there's cabin repairs to be done. Not much time for Instagramming bread or knitting.
Things they never told you as a child, nor did you think was coming:
You will have a favorite kitchen tool like a spatula or flipper
You will excitedly seek out new cups
You will have a preference as to food storage
You will have a signature dish
‘Legging’ was a method of moving a boat through a canal tunnel, especially in the early days of canal construction when tunnels were often built without a towpath. Such a path would have required a much larger tunnel cross-section and thus increased construction costs.
Before the introduction of motorised boats, ‘legging’ was one of the few ways to manoeuvre a boat through a tunnel. This technique involved the boatmen lying on their backs and pushing against the tunnel walls with their legs to push the boat forwards.
Through my actions, I both embody and seek Slack. Therefore, my life journey is to find myself.
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