un intrus! ce dramă (would have been less dramă if my dog was not trying to eat the poor thing)
(god my phone camera is amazing)
99% sure she is a superb fairy wren, maybe a juvenile because she was pretty tiny even by wren standards, but her tail was adult length so who knows. I have no visual memory so I wanted to take a picture or two for identification, and she was pretty quiet once I had grabbed her, so hopefully I didn't cause too much distress (a bit of mild distress is acceptable if it stops her getting eaten by an overenthusiastic kelpie. I never feed him, just ask and he'll tell you)
Anyway she is probably the same one who visited yesterday, and again she was all over cobwebs and had a dark spot on her head from headbutting the ceiling repeatedly (didn't work today either, silly bird). I couldn't do much about the head but I cleaned her up as best I could and sent her on her way. Probably I will see her tomorrow night.
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My sister mentioned at the dinner that one of her former classmate who moved to the US (we’re all hungarians) just had her prom.
And it suddenly hit me that America is like, a real place. A real place with real people living in it, doing things like prom and going to the University of Georgia.
Like it’s not something made up for the movies and for the social media.
Wild.
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King: They choose to have magic
Peasant: There’s no way that’s true
Knight: Excuse me? Are you talking back to the king?
Peasant: I’m just saying the truth
Peasant: You’re all out here, trying to claim that people choose to have magic and they should be killed for it, well I say they’re born with it!
Knight: And what’s your reasoning for that preposterous statement?
Peasant: Because I just walked up fifty fucking flights of stairs, and these are cobblestone stairs! Do you have any idea how many times I almost broke an ankle from how shitty those stairs are?
Peasant: And you think I chose to walk up those stairs? No! If I could choooose to have magic, the law be damned I would have magicked myself up here!
Knight: How dare you try and talk back to the king, I’m sure that-
Peasant: Do it, then.
Knight: …What?
Peasant: Do magic.
Knight: I-
Peasant: C’mon! If we can all choose to do magic, then choose to do it now! Any one of you, king, knight, anyone! Do it!
Knight:
King:
Peasant: Yeah, I don’t think any of you can. I think this whole thing is a lie. I think there’s some people born with magic, and you’re all hunting down innocent people just to fuel the king’s bloodlust. And once all the magicians are gone, who’s next? Which of us will he target then?
Knight:
Knight: Sire…why can’t I do magic?
King:
Peasant: Because he’s a liar! And I’ll keep thinking that unless someone can teach me a damn spell for those stairs! >:(
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tfw you think you'll have an early night but you have to spend half an hour chasing a baby fairy wren around your house so you can remove the cobwebs from its tiny feet and put it safely outside
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save do you have any tips for managing migraines
uhhhhhh lessee
personally i have prescriptions for it cause mine screwed my brain up but obvious ones like proper rest + maybe log what you eat and see if theres any correlation + general put nutrients in your body stuff which is actually kind of hard to keep track of
i have some REALLY WEIRD scent based triggers so i have to stay away from ammonia-like scents and eucalyptus cause those will put my ass out flat IMMEDIATELY, thats not an everyone thing but maybe note if theres sensory stuff around you that might be a trigger
for me warm toned lights and screen tints are way better than cool tones/white light and if youve got light colored eyes wear amber tinted sunglasses outdoors
water + salty snack > pedialite > gatorade and depending on caffeine sensitivity maybe moderate that cause it can either help or hurt, kinda depends on the person, but water and saltines will get you electrolytes and its cheap as fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck even if it doesnt taste as great as gatorade
sunlight on your skin and not in your eyeballs
also vitamin d just in general helps but its way better to actually use the sun for that than trying to digest it so like just 10ish minutes in the sun is what my neurologist recommended on top of taking 2000mg tablets
thats what ive got off the top of my head
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So I’ve been trying to just let myself PLAY with my art more, just have fun, while also making things I could sell just as little originals without the pressure of getting prints and other products made and making them part of my line.
That’s my explanation for why I’m on a so-far-weeklong kick of drawing quick, simple ink sketches from photos of friends’ cats, with their permission (the friends, not the cats). They’re so ridiculous, I thought maybe they’d be worth sharing here. This is the first.
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our esteemed president is convinced that in medieval times people didn't bathe regularly. he uses this excuses during reenactments, to stay dirty, convince us to sleep in the same clothes that we sweat all day and use them the next day too and shut down any request of finding accommodation for us to shower after we close up camp.
I know, shameful for the president and founder of a medieval reenactment company.
unfortunately for him, we're no as uneducated as we used to be when we first joined, so we know better now (medieval times were the times when personal hygiene came back in vogue after the fall of the Roman Empire and the first wave of "our bodies sinful and taking care of them is reproachable" - courtesy of the first Church). as for many things, we have to thanks the Arabs for this, but it's another long parenthesis.
truth is, especially in the period we're reenacting, everyone loved a good daily scrub after work and a full bath every few days. and soap existed (thanks the Arabs, again).
now, to the fun part. till now we always camped in mountain valleys without water bodies nearby, but we might have the chance to start doing them regurarly in a valley where I usually go in Summer to bathe in the river (I honestly prefer rivers to seas and lakes).
which it means that I'm already plotting to force people into the river to bathe themselves after we close up camp. with soap (do you know that Marsille's soap is very very old? and we live next to France and we always had a close tie with them - still had it till we kicked out our useless royal after WWII).
so, no more excuses. our president will have the chance to prove how much of a macho he is by bathing in the frigging river. I will dare him.
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10 Facts about me
Thanks for the tag @midnightprelude =)
I currently have ~44 houseplants. My favorite changes by the week, but my christmas cactus, pink panther, and philo brasil are often up there. Oh and my tineke. And begonia. And birkin. Oh and my piper crocatum. Actually I love all of them except for my aloe and the jade plant that is intent on dying. If anyone in Chicago wants an aloe, it's yours.
In high school, I won second place with my bestie in a lip sync competition at the Valentine's Day dance (which was called Cupid Night Out, which was a riff on Stupid Night Out, the autumn dance, and needless to say it was less a formal and more a ridiculous costume party).
Bestie and I reprised the award-almost-winning performance at her wedding reception.
When I lived in China, my (awful) boss once called me drunk at 10pm to demand I take a taxi into town to the karaoke he was at and sing "Tian mi mi" for his Communist Party friends. I pretended my phone cut out and went to sleep.
That same boss did successfully bully me into pretending to be a member of the American Kung Fu team so that the local kung fu competition would count as "international." I had to wear athletic clothing and march in a parade similar to what you see in the opening ceremonies in the Olympics, complete with a young girl in a fancy dress holding up a sign proclaiming us the American Kung Fu team. We were on tv. No, I do not know how to do a single move of kung fu, and neither did anyone else on the "team."
Around five years ago, I stopped using an alarm clock to wake up and learned I naturally have "the sleep schedule of a medieval peasant," aka I tend to wake up with the dawn and rarely stay up past 10.
During my first trip to China (mainland) in 2008, while a friend was taking me to his favorite restaurant near his college, I fell into a manhole. The manhole had a cover, but it flipped up when I stepped on it. Only one foot fell in, and the cover hit me in the chest so hard it's possible I cracked a rib. I could not get out of bed the next day. Dinner was good, though, once my friend pulled me out. Honestly I was just thankful my sandal didn't fall off.
The first time I ate a deviled egg was in high school during the regional tennis matches. A local elderly woman would come every year with a picnic for our entire team. As far as I know, she never came to a single other event at our school (maybe the boys' regionals?). When we made it to state, she sent another picnic with us. I wish I remembered her name.
I got my driver's license the day before I was starting a job I had to drive to. There was a bug in the car, and the tester, after warning me she wasn't going to say anything to me other than directions, whacked me repeatedly with her clipboard when the bug landed on me, and then spent the rest of the test talking about how insane it was that there was a bug in the car. I passed.
I was taught badminton from my college's football coach and he told me I was his favorite student because I never stopped smiling. And that is because badminton is the funnest sport I've ever played.
tagging @queso-magnifico @ninepoints @juliafied @redmapleleavesonwhitesnow @vimlos
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