i have disproportionately strong feelings about this.
every time i say “nah i’m not gonna watch it again.” BUT I STILL DO EVERY TIME.
YEAUGH
the comments are painfully accurate.
the freeze-frame makes it even more incredible
Well, since all my US friends are already going *~SPOOKY~* because it’s only a few months till Halloween, have some PUMPKINS.
I grew pumpkins this year, an heirloom variety I’ve forgotten the name of (though it may be Jarrahdale?). We got a couple of immature ones I knocked off by accident, and one great one that grew up in the crown of the lime tree. That one was amazing, and we finished the last of it a few months back. Then today, I was eyeballing the lime tree, working out how I was going to go about pruning it this week… when I spotted something. Something that may have been contributing to that lower branch bending down so far… Can you spot it yet?
Also, have a look at the amazing one I bought at the Farmer’s Market yesterday. I think it’s probably a Turk’s Turban, and I’m hoping the seeds are mature enough and will dry well!
Saving pumpkin seeds is just about the easiest thing in the world. Wipe off the majority of the pulp, spread them on paper towel to dry until COMPLETELY dry (a week or two) then store them in a jam jar until you’re ready to plant them.
Happy Pride Month Eleanor Roosevelt was queer, the Little Mermaid is a gay love story, James Dean liked men, Emily Dickinson was a lesbian, Nikola Tesla was asexual, Freddie Mercury was bisexual & British Indian, and black trans women pioneered the gay rights movement.
Florence Nightingale was a lesbian, Leonardo da Vinci was gay, Michelangelo too, Jane Austen liked women, Hatshepsut was not cisgender, and Alexander the Great was a power bottom
Freddie Mercury is well known for his attraction to men but was also linked to several women, including Barbara Valentin whom he lived with shortly before he died. Friends have talked about being invited into their bed and walking in on them having sex (documentary Freddie Mercury: The Great Pretender)
Marsha P. Johnson and Sylvia Rivera are two of the best-known activists who fought in the Stonewall riots
so a little while back, i wrote a cookbook, and the post’s being passed around tumblr a whole lot lately. (thanks for that, by the way! i’ve made like a hundred dollars this week and my cat’s very excited about the fancy pumpkin-and-nastiness catfood that she’s going to get in celebration.)
when i released the book, i was like, oh, i oughta do something for promo! which i promptly did not do, at all. but i’m doing it now! free cookbooks for all! well, for some. five. five, to be exact, free cookbooks for five.
anyhow, this is the book i wrote:
Cooking is terrible, and food is often a massive pain in the ass. Eating is sometimes ok, sometimes a giant drag, and somehow still a thing that you have to do multiple times a day, which seems enormously unfair.
This book isn’t going to teach you how to cook, or turn you into the kind of person who hosts effortless dinner parties, or make you more attractive and popular and interesting. At best, it’s going to make it slightly more likely that you manage to eat something in the ten minutes between walking in the door and falling into the sweet embrace of the internet. I’m not joking—a lot of this can be done, start to finish, in ten to fifteen minutes. I resent thirty-minute meals because it feels like about twenty-eight minutes too long to spend on feeding myself.
If you’re excited to get home from work and spend an hour cooking dinner, this isn’t the book for you. If you really value authenticity, this isn’t the book for you. If you literally only eat three foods and you’re happy like that, this isn’t the book for you. If you, like me, are tired and depressed and just need to get some food into your face once in a while, this is definitely the book for you. You should buy it. Maybe it’ll help.
you can buy it on amazon or gumroad, or you can win a copy (in pdf, epub, or mobi format) by reblogging this post.
other important stuff:
winners will be chosen by a random generator
please don’t spam people–reblog no more than twice
wallflowerarts Winter squeezed in between Ruth and his mum Nick and wants all the attention tonight #catsofinstagram
My ex feral snuggle bots
It’s another snuggle night for these former street kitties. Winter came and shoved himself physically between my knee and his mother, Nick, and demanded all the attention. My playing with his feet serves a purpose. I’m deliberately touching their feet when they’re relaxed/getting pets because if they’re used to me touching them there, it’s easier to make sure their nails and pads are in good condition, with no injuries, grass seeds, or burrs. This is something I got in the habit of doing with one of our senior citizens, O’Reilly, who since kittenhood has a combo of weak front nails and nail biting leading to lots of ragged nails and split nails, putting him at risk of infection. If you can get a cat used to casual touches to all parts of their bodies in a relaxed setting, it makes preventative health care so much easier. I also scrape tartar from my older cats’ teeth with my fingernails. They’re used to it, and at seventeen, still have great teeth.
Because it is, as I have said, magical thinking bullshit that damages people, especially people with conditions like OCD or Generalised Anxiety Disorder. It hurts people. If you want to reblog things, nobody is stopping you. But posts that are deliberately phrased to make people feel powerless if they choose to not reblog them are never helpful. And posts that trap people into patterns of superstitious, compulsive actions can ruin lives. I know that sounds like an exaggeration, but some people already can’t leave their house without rituals and compulsions that their brain tells them they must complete or people will be hurt or die. Reblogging a post that has no purpose, that is purely a superstition or a guilt trip, helps no one, makes you more likely to compulsively reblog posts like it in the future, and exposes people who follow you to perpetuate the same cycle of behaviour. A blog post cannot hurt your mother. By reblogging it, you’re acting as if it has a power it literally does not have, and you’re spreading it, like a virus, through the internet. It’s a chain letter, and like a chain letter, the only power it has is the power to spread unhappiness, and it only spreads through you. That’s the point I’m making. You never have to reblog something. It literally has no power. But you do.
knitting in the dark 
