Behold my dogs or else (...I'll be sad)

with my dad being a computer technician and showing me the *magic* of the internet at a very young age, growing up on the internet was inevitable. it is often why i felt like i didn’t belong in my own friend groups when i was a teen, because they grew up watching greek tv series and i grew up watching say, doctor who and supernatural before these shows even aired here. i found community online so easily when i should have been cultivating it irl instead.

i lost out on so much of my country’s culture (things that even to this day i am oblivious to) and it’s often a lighthearted laughing matter within my friend group –how much i don’t know about my own country, about actors, artists, memes, references, series, even greek online culture– but it also comes with a heavy sense of not belonging. bc i dont feel like i 100% belong here and i surely don’t 100% belong in any of the English-speaking countries whose culture i have consumed since i was little.

from years ago, still very

relevant i guess

as im considering how i might go about setting up a persistent instance of thunderbird desktop (since mobile lacks ANY filtering capabilities) i remeber the mail.provider.com interface and decide to try it's filtering on a whim

The cup fell, blew, or rolled into a sideways position on the rocks where it could hold some water and rain could still splash into it, but it wasn't immediately cooked by direct sunlight. There hasn't been enough rain to fill the surface of that ditch itself for years, but evidently at least one shrimp egg from the soil from a past year must have rolled into the cup or been pushed there by a bug or animal, plus some dried bits of algae and microbes, and enough dead leaf bits and soil to feed them. Then, for at least a week (based on shrimp's size), enough rain fell to keep the cup full enough to grow not only the shrimp, but enough things for it to feed on. So, now it's just in there, quietly eating microbes and filtering water in a single cup on the ground, laying clone eggs into the tiny bit of dirt at the bottom and doing whatever. It's good sized and healthy, too. This isn't even that unusual of a container; I've found them in old tires before.

Audio: A recording of Leonard Nimoy reading it on Internet Archive.

Text: A PDF version.

Nemoy’s voice is PERFECT in this!

maomao gets a masectomy