Seeds For Tomorrow

dropping this here

and this one too. they let refugees fleeing a different war freeze to death in the middle of winter while the world turned a blind eye at the frozen corpses of children who were denied asylum and died because of it. this was happening as of two months ago as well, it’s not old news

i stand with ukraine, obviously.

i also stand with those who are calling out the blatant hypocrisy in how others in the same situation were treated, as well as those who are rightfully upset in the world’s support of and reaction to of one group of people but not others who have faced the same and much worse.

I’m going to help train our friend, I won’t stand to see him take this abuse any longer

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but idk

this is alexandrias melon (wow)

it never grows seeds but it can still produce other melons (its magic)

it is grown deep in the jungles of peru and can prevent you from aging well into the hundreds

it is known by the natives there as k’uhul ajaw cacao shi-jiiy.

This is the Peppermeloni. (seriously gosh just look at that sexy mother fucker) Its scientific name is Tumblrous Pepperonus.

The only known specimen is in a pot in David Karps treasure dungeon. It is a tradition that a single slice is given to every tumblr blog that reaches 500,000 followers.

It has the remarkable property of being as healthy as watermelon but tasting like cheesy pepperoni pizza.

Patrickmelon

This is the evermelon.

RADISHN’T: Prithee, which one of you had planned to tell

Of diff'rent flavours gained by simple act

Of brewing tea with water hot, not cold?

MOTHMAN: Egad! you poured the water cold? Wherefore?!

FROG: An answer from you, Radish, I must beg.

RADISHN’T: Indeed I did, dear friends - why does this shock?

Without the guide of others I assumed

That heat was merely added for the sake

Of expediting this solution’s brewing!

Half a decade I have spent, or more,

Not questioning this worldview I had made.

In fact, I am myself a bit surprised

That you might think that I, your dearest friend,

Might have a patience of sufficient stock

To wait until a pot of water boils.

FROG: Three minutes overtaxes patience so?

The microwave will beep when it is done!

CATS'N: My friend, this answer vexes me the more!

Can it be true that thou dost boil by nuke?!

FROG: Are you in turn, my friend, so shocked to know

That I have not the patience, like our Root,

To boil upon the stove our favour’d drink?

CATS'N: It takes less than a minute!

FROG: On what plate?

Perhaps your dinner cooks atop the sun?

CATS'N: How long can take your stove to fill the task

Of boiling but a single cup alone?

FROG: In minutes?

CATS'N: Yes!

FROG: I counted seven, once.

CATS'N: Perhaps you ought to have your timepiece checked!

If on a middle heat you place the cup

You soon will have the scalding drink you crave.

Two minutes, in a mug upon the plate

Or even less, if you should have a pot.

FROG: You cause me tears - is this how thou dost live?

You place upon the iron stove a mug?

A mug, ceramic, filled with water cold?

How do these flames, though medium in height,

Not shatter like a glass this fragile thing?

Surely, then, your kitchen is bewitched

With magicks far beyond the mortal ken!

(The FOUR realise they have wandered into the THRONE ROOM. The ROYAL COURT watches with fascination.)

First, Defender of the Integrity of the Color Red and Let Me Tell You About Color Theory: shine the hell on you crazy diamonds. My greatest hope is more random appearances of color theory in borderline applicable posts; in this case, technically speaking, it was rather applicable in letter if not in spirit. And the chart showing positive associations with red…I mean, I didn’t realize they did indeed outnumber the negative, so I learned something new.

Second, this post encapsulates one of the many reasons why tumblr is a hellsite none of us will ever actually leave. We all–every one of us–is brimming over with far too much information and enthusiasm about a subject so niche that outside academia or some poorly considered acid trips in college there is literally never an opportunity to even segue into it IRL and you can only adhoc lecture on the subject to an empty room so many times; it’s lonely, sure, but you’re super tired of restraining orders so no more street corners or coffee shops for you, buddy.  No, you were not holding anyone hostage, either, at least by any legal definition, and the judge agreed, so good job, lawyer.

Tumblr though…here, no matter what that interest or niche is or how incredibly unlikely anything related to it could possibly come up, someone will post something with a set of words that could reasonably be inferred as Invitation to Speak On My Topic, Fuck Yes I Was Waiting For This. You may have to squint for ‘reasonable’ but if you have an interest, you will make it work.

So let’s not pretend any of us  have ever–even once–resisted the siren call of Thing I Want to Talk About Until You Wish You Were Dead But You Can’t Stop Me So I Win. Color theory, the glory of graphene, deeply unsettling facts about snails, top ten lists of personally terrifying lakes, the evils of mint and a short history of brutal mint invasions into unsuspecting yards, Victorian nipple play, we all have one of these and these comprise subjects fairy easy to find a jump point.

And as a one, we all value those posts; who didn’t suddenly look at mint in a totally different way?  Who is terrified to go to England because you’re pretty sure the Strid will somehow find you?  I rest my case.

Each of us–in our own way–have looked upon the equivalent of a blood soaked hallway and thought–and were not wrong–”It’s finally happened. I can tell them they are maligning the color red and explain exactly why. Color theory.”

This is a cranberry bog (unflooded) it’s how cranberries grow. Once they’re ripe, the blog is flooded and the cranberries harvested.

His farm was on the leading edge of kinda using organic/sustainable pest control methods, and one of the things that they did to keep insect damage down was that they encouraged wolf spiders to live in the cranberry field, to eat the bugs. 

This was all fine and good until they flooded the bog. Now, you don’t just like flood the bog and then go around it in a boat or whatever. No, you use hip waders to get in there and put the big floaty things where they go and get all the berries and such.

Well when you’re in the bog in hip waders, that makes you the tallest thing. Wolf spiders can swim a bit, but they don’t like it, so they’re, quite understandably, looking to climb out of the water onto a tall thing.

So yeah the first interview question he always asked potential cranberry bog harvester hires was “are you cool with spiders?”