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A Pair of Greek Gold, Hardstone & Enamel Earrings,

The enameled swans hang from a granulated disc, which is reminiscent of the decoration of Macedonian shields due to the semicircles extending from the edge.

Chains decorated with emerald beads hang down from the sides.

Hellenistic Period, Circa 3rd - 1st Century B.C.

1 7⁄16 in. (3.6 cm.) long.

NOT cat asses.

Commodore SpyBoy Captain of the SS TinyMan

*glances at the local wildlife*

Then in that case:

Now, you can go to Península Valdés and find that the whale population there is growing year after year, people can see them from their windows. In Iberá, where yaguaretés were extinct for over 70 years, there's now a population of 35 and growing, after being reintroduced just five years ago. As for rainforests?

We've becoming very, very good on restoring them. Natural environments, when given space and time to heal, can return to that they were. And after all, all natural enviroments are managed by human societies. It is up to us to implement a good management, un buen gobierno.

I firmly believe our children and grandchildren will see a restoration of Earth like never before.

I'm clumsy. Living on my own for the first time, there's always a chance I'm gonna lose stuff--I'll break it, or it'll get contaminated with something, or some other weird.

But I really wanted some nice dishes. So when I saw a horrific 70's-style mug, I thought, you know what? This is awesome. I should buy it.

So I did.

And it broke. Took out my silverware, my other dishes, and my can opener with it--the shards got everywhere.

So I could've given up. I could've gotten paper plates and plastic cups and never gotten anything nice again. Obviously it'll just get wrecked, right?

Or...I could have gone to the store and looked for plastic.

Why plastic? Because the problem was it breaking. But plastic will just bonk the floor and be fine.

And I found some absolutely gorgeous plastic, and I am now eating and drinking out of my Very Nice Dishes. And when they fail, I will find the problem that made that happen, and I'll try again.

When we think about nuclear war, that's terrifying. And it seems like there's no way to stop it. It seems like we'll all just die tomorrow and nothing will work.

But that's kind of like me being clumsy. Part of me says 'you'll just break it'. And I might...but in the meantime, I got something just a bit better.

We might die tomorrow. But what if we have more trees? More flowers? Better parks?

In the 50's, people were very sure that nuclear war was coming. They wouldn't live past five years from then. They built bunkers, but never expected them to work.

But they also planted trees, and made parks, and started figuring out how to clean up the planet. Because sure, they might not get a lot out of it...but it was sure nice to have rivers that weren't on fire, and more flowers, and parks, and maybe it was worth it.

It's 2025. We aren't dead. Our grandparents planted trees and we rest in their shade.

And if we plant some more trees? We get to watch them get bigger, and even if the bombs fall--and they haven't yet--then we still may get that week, that month, that year...

Of enjoying what we did.

Even if we all die tomorrow, we can be happy that we tried tonight. We can enjoy getting outside, meeting other people, planting trees and cleaning rivers and being able to do something good with ourselves.

I really like my new dishes. Even if I lose them, they're worth having them for a while.

If we fight for the environment, it may pay off in the long run. If it doesn't, we still got to be happy.

Ignore the fun police.

If you like it, order your steak well done. Get your bagel toasted with jam and butter. Put ice in your scotch and ketchup on your hotdog. Get red wine with fish and white with steak. Who cares?

If you want to, listen to pop music. Watch blockbuster popcorn flicks. Read dime store novels. Enjoy them.

Dye your hair or cut it off. Paint your fingernails blue. Wear whatever the fuck you want on your own time (ie, when not at a job or school or whatever where you can get penalized for breaking rules) as long as you aren’t like welding or shoveling snow.

Anyone who tries to tell you you’re wrong? Say “okay” and go back to what you were doing. You’re not hurting them by enjoying yourself or having things the way you like them.

There are no caveats or addendums to this. No “but what about x?” Nah. You’re allowed the things you like. You don’t have to justify your taste or apologize for it if it’s not hurting anyone.

Discussion questions:

What did OP say in the last three paragraphs of the post?

What is the difference between a list of things, and a list of examples of an idea?

Your commanding officers sound like they knew their audience.

This is better than I'd ever hoped for, I bet a rat could kill you with that thing by firing a laser back in time and electrocuting your grandfather

Just look at this thing

This is getting notes again so I will admit that "rat gun" was an autocorrect error and it was supposed to be "ray gun."

It was actually $75.

Hi you asked this question and I immediately went to the pottery studio to make a calcifer to put in my woodstove.

Right now it's not going into a secret room (but the Angel of Death (And WiFi) behind it does have a secret compartment for my router? Does that count) but Malice and Vice are still exploring it like it's a whole new world.

Not people's teeth, no.

progress on this includes:

attached the back and the yoke; did the yoke with wonky little panels for reinforcement(?), as it's not double-layered, and for a fun symmetrical piecing moment

attached fronts to back at shoulders (not pictured)

constructed a collar and collar stand and arranged Leafs upon it

started hand stitching down leafs. it would be more elegant to do this before assembling the collar, but i can't visualize how both the seam allowances and the crease in the collar work + the tulle is itchy if misplaced

Shirt's done except for finishing the collar handstitching & touching up some of the buttonholes (used a friend's fancy machine with varying success). Lots of things wrong with it that are hard to see from more than three feet away

No pictures of it on me because I have yet to obtain a suitable layering piece which is a really funny problem to have!

roughly cut out and place embroidery. baste with glue stick (glue sticks to the back of the embroidery and not the tulle)

tack it down with a color matched running stitch (or whatever) along the stems and centers

cut off more tulle from the edges with tinier scissors

tack down the edges. with, in this case, a different thread color, do a faux chain stitch where you grab the very end of a stitch from the extant embroidery

like so

this has the benefit of kind of squashing down any tulle that didn't get trimmed

BAD???? By YOUR standards?

Two squares off a 1x4, holes drilled in the top piece for a rope handle; popsicle sticks for the sides, stuck together with woodglue (and stained beforehand) with magnets in the corners. Cicada wing paper glued to the frames. The magnets attach to little tack nails hammered into the squares of wood.

I think on the next ones I'll make the rope handle go though both the top and bottom for extra strength. But this can be held up with just the magnets holding it together, which is pretty good!

Do you think vice wants some? Do you think he craves the cheese??

You can get LED 'candles' at the dollar tree. New. No thrifting required--it's a dollar for a pack of, I think, 20 or 30 tealights? And a full votive is a buck.

Strange Appetites, Part Two Michael was renowned for his phenomenal jumping ability, his passion for committing crimes, his maniacal genius as an escape artist, his implacable hatred for all things feathered, and his murderous rage. Most of all, though, he was known for his bizarre taste in food and his Strange Appetites. It put his biteyness into perspective...yes, his desire to bite any human that came within reach was an aspect of his hatred of all living things, but more than that it was a compulsion to consume human flesh. He had Unspeakable Cravings and the mind of a Mad Scientist. Michael would eat anything. Anything at all. The weirder the better. If any food was left unattended, he would appear out of nowhere and inhale it. This is an incomplete list of Things Michael Devoured:

You were befriended not by a real horse, but by what is apparently a very you-friendly demon.

Someday you will clearly meet that demon again...and conquer the afterlife's equestrian tournaments, and then possibly a few planets.

You were Chosen.