Hydrogen Perfoxide

Tenna art by @9Aaaalt29 on twt

A decent chunk of the Tenna propaganda boils down to "Tenna the character would be sad to lose and he's so desperate to be loved/liked/relevant he'll do whatever you want" as if we're supposed to find that sexy?? And a *not insignificant amount of people* keep commenting as if they believe Tenna losing would actually hurt the character's feelings in some way.....

There is a very archetypal Tumblr Sexyman in the running with Grace, a conventionally attractive man ala literally almost every other Tumblr Sexyman who very much gets the usual woobification/"he can do no wrong!" that Tumblr always does for its Sexymen, and somehow not only does he have the least amount of votes by a significant margin, there's multiple people in the notes arguing that he "doesn't count". For some reason.

One thing I see a lot is people suggesting canes as a catch-all mobility aid for everyone who has mobility issues. Canes are not for weight bearing! If you use a cane for heavy weight bearing long term, you will hurt your wrists and back! Canes are for balance. There are also different types of canes, but someone else can probably explain those better than I can.

A crutch/pair of crutches is better for bearing weight, particularly forearm/support crutches if you're going to be using them a lot and don't want to strain your wrists, or platform crutches if you don't have a lot of arm strength.

Walkers/rollators are good for if you do have arm and hand strength and need a place to sit down or need to carry a lot with you, but very very bad if you can't weight bear well with your arms or pull the brakes easily. You will often need to be able to use your foot to maneuver it over a slight lip, too. If you can't do all of those things you will hurt yourself.

Wheelchairs are a whole lot more complicated and I don't feel qualified to speak on that (I've only ever used improperly fitted chairs, and have suffered permanent damage because of it).

Mobility scooters are great for going outside alone if you don't have the arm strength for a manual chair, as they can handle terrain that an motorised wheelchair often can't, but are harder to maneuver in small spaces (especially bulky class 3 scooters, which aren't designed for indoor use at all) and usually aren't suitable for full time use. If you need more support they most likely won't be suitable either, the seats are usually not designed with support for people who cannot hold themselves upright and generally do not have a seatbelt by default. I'm working on a proper guide for this and will hopefully post it soon!

There's also deconditioning to keep in mind, which is very important to think about if you aren't doing physiotherapy. You also need to consider things like pressure sores, which you will be especially prone to in seated mobility aids if you aren't able to reposition yourself regularly or have loss of sensation in or awareness of any part of your body.

Not often I see one that's new to me, hopefully new to you as well.

Moishe is putting together a luncheon party for a large number of acquaintances and friends, and so decides to go to a rather posh caterer to order some food. He is met by a smartly-dressed salesperson, who says, "Can I help you, Sir?"

"Certainly," says Moishe. "I'm putting together a little party for some friends, and I have a few things that I would like. For starters, we're going to need about five pounds of lox."

The salesperson raises an eyebrow. "Surely you mean, 'smoked salmon', sir?"

Moishe shrugs. "All right, all right. Smoked salmon. We're also going to need about six dozen blintzes."

The salesperson scoffs. "'Blintzes'? You mean 'crepes', I'm sure."

Moishe rolls his eyes. "Okay, have it your way. Crepes. I'm also going to need about two quarts of liverwurst."

"No, no," says the salesman. "You mean, 'pâté'."

"Fine! Pâté! Whatever!" Moishe throws up his hands. "Five pounds of smoked salmon, six dozen crepes, and two quarts of pâté. I need it delivered to this address at around one o'clock on Saturday."

Not often I see one that's new to me, hopefully new to you as well.

Moishe is putting together a luncheon party for a large number of acquaintances and friends, and so decides to go to a rather posh caterer to order some food. He is met by a smartly-dressed salesperson, who says, "Can I help you, Sir?"

"Certainly," says Moishe. "I'm putting together a little party for some friends, and I have a few things that I would like. For starters, we're going to need about five pounds of lox."

The salesperson raises an eyebrow. "Surely you mean, 'smoked salmon', sir?"

Moishe shrugs. "All right, all right. Smoked salmon. We're also going to need about six dozen blintzes."

The salesperson scoffs. "'Blintzes'? You mean 'crepes', I'm sure."

Moishe rolls his eyes. "Okay, have it your way. Crepes. I'm also going to need about two quarts of liverwurst."

"No, no," says the salesman. "You mean, 'pâté'."

"Fine! Pâté! Whatever!" Moishe throws up his hands. "Five pounds of smoked salmon, six dozen crepes, and two quarts of pâté. I need it delivered to this address at around one o'clock on Saturday."

Sure, it’s fun when a tasty human snack is something very poisonous to aliens, but I wanna take that gag about species differences further! Rather than “har har, the Nonsensoleans can’t eat spicy peppers like us,” and leave it at that, show me the Nonsensoleans being aghast at the things humans eat willingly, but also the humans who found that amusing doing a double take when the Nonsensoleans find the ship’s extremely toxic cleaning supplies, remark on humans keeping “the spices” in weird places, and having a good old fashioned Nonsensolean barbecue, which is so poisonous smelling it is dangerous.

Aliens that are surprised and impressed by the temperature differences humans not only can withstand but willingly subject themselves to, but find subjecting themselves to levels of sensory deprivation humans would consider torture a useful mental exercise.