#proudbright

my favorite part of uchronia.net is the blasé way in which they describe some very strange world setups. for example: 

Berman-Gorvine, Martin. Save the Dragons!Divergence: 1775 CEWhat if: American colonists never revolted against Britain, and there are dragons descended from quetzelcoatlus. [emphasis mine] 

so NATURALLY i sorted them by art historical period they make me think of lol

it's not weird! 

I want to smell like roses at least 80% of the time – Jo Malone's Red Roses is particularly good for that, because it's not too sweet. Also balsam, because I know most people's first association is Christmas but mine is the North Woods. Jasmine is good. Honeysuckle. Coffee, but not if I have to drink it. Cedarwood. Many citruses, though preferably not the sweeter ones.  Cut grass. Clover. 

8. Best “Homeric” hymn.

@copperbadge​ Deebs looks like she regrets everything in that last picture. Same Deebs. Same.

She’s mostly just confused as to how she ended up in that configuration. It’s the least pettable of all lap positions! 

proudbright replied to your post “junker5 replied to your photo “Tol Bab vs. Soft Bab” ...”

One of my two (sibling) kittens has always been the slow one, the one who was last to explore, who doesn't climb, who is perfectly happy to lounge near you for hours and be belly-rubbed to oblivion. He's also the one who opens the dry food bag by removing the clothespin on top and unrolling it, rather than tearing into it, so y'know, dim is a very relative concept... =D

That’s exactly it -- she is less destructive than Polk (doesn’t knock things off shelves getting up them, doesn’t chew on plastic, doesn’t rummage in the toy bin) but she manages to cause more trouble, somehow. 

niennanir replied to your post “junker5 replied to your photo “Tol Bab vs. Soft Bab” ...”

I have a dog like that. You'd be tempted to think she's dumb because she's not nearly as intensely curious or hyper affectionate like her sister but the opposite is true. She's laying on the nice cold floor and refusing to go out because she knows it's too hot to be outside, she doesn't need to poke and prod at things, thank you, she's seen them already, she's fine, she'll just have another nap until the weather's more reasonable.

Reminds me of a photo I once posted of the dogs I was dogsitting, where the Big Dumb One was on the futon and the Small Irritatingly Smart One was underneath. Someone said it was so sad the Big Dumb One bullied the Small Smart One off the futon, and I was like “Oh, no, she bullied him onto it. It’s like 80 degrees here and the floor’s nice and cold.” 

philosophykitten replied to your post “junker5 replied to your photo “Tol Bab vs. Soft Bab” ...”

If you figure out how to keep your cell phone on the nightstand, please share the trick. My beast has cracked the last two screen protectors I bought doing the same trick. Not sure how to get them to lose interest in the phone, but they only bother when I'm trying to sleep.

I think probably just putting it in a little tray with a lip on it will do the trick -- she’s too lazy to do much problem-solving. But we’ll see! I have a few other ideas in reserve. 

waititsyu replied to your post “junker5 replied to your photo “Tol Bab vs. Soft Bab” ...”

There's a school of study of animal behaviour that places individual behavioural profile on a shy/bold axis; this separation in not only in regards to what it says on the tin, but also a kind of active/passive; curious/cautious etc sort of classification. Anyway, I think this might be what you're dealing with, two different behavioural profiles along that axis :)

38. Ever had a paranormal experience? 

Kind of?

When I was little I used to have dreams that were of places I hadn’t seen, which were highly specific if a bit jumbled. And then months later would turn out to be real places. Sometimes I would see them on TV, which might have been an explanation for something I couldn’t remember, but the one that stands out to me most was just a campsite we went to with Girl Guides, cabins in the bush a short ways away from some sort of Wild West Cowboy enactment that was closed at the time. But the thing I’d dreamed of was just this water pump hidden off the road from it with a profound sense that I had been there before, lived a story there before, cowboys near by and everything.

The last sort of dream was shortly after my Uncle died when I was 16, and I dreamed of him at his house, though it wasn’t his real house, the gardens were too bright and green, everything was repaired and clean, and there weren’t neighboring buildings. And he had a frankly over the top lion’s mane of hair instead of what chemo had left him with. He would have loved it. I am undecided as to how to interpret that.