dad’s boss al went down to his condo for the week. he always brings his german shepherd, but normally he also brings his crate. it was kind of a last-minute trip and he really just packed the dog in the car, packed some stuff, and left (long story)
but anyway, the dog is super confused without having his crate. he doesn’t know how to sleep. but today, al replaced the water heater. he went out for a while and left the door open to the utility closet. he came back and found the dog snuggled up in the closet next to the water heater.
big honkin’ GSD in a tiny little closet taking a nap because he couldn’t figure out where he was allowed to sleep since he didn’t have his crate. he woke up when al came home, but still chilled in the closet. so al took a picture and sent it to dad, who sent it on to me.
the picture is so adorable but i don’t want to post it because it’s y’know… not my dog. but it’s cute. so even though i’m not going to show you… you can probably imagine what it looks like. it’s adorable let me tell you.
wait a tick, being shorter than 5’8” makes you a “hobbit”?
5’8” is a LOT taller than me, but i don’t feel particularly short. i mean, i know i’m short, but not abnormally so.
is 5’8” really an average height?
Nope. According to Wikipedia, the average height of a female in the United States is 5’4. Link takes you to a table of average heights around the world, distinguishing between country of origin and race. Even sillier, the average height of a Hobbit is 3’6.
excellent, then i’m only one inch shorter than average! and significantly taller than your average hobbit.
i’m really glad i know the average height of a hobbit. thank you!
“When I started making those weird voices, a lot of people told me how whack it was,” she says, “‘What the fuck are you doing?’ they’d say. ‘Why do you sound like that? That doesn’t sound sexy to me.’ And then I started saying, Oh, that’s not sexy to you? Good. I’m going to do it more. Maybe I don’t want to be sexy for you today.”—
I couldn’t find this to reblog it, so I just found the quote instead. BECAUSE FUCK. Yes.
I talk funny. I lift weights. I do shit that people take to mean that I’m trying to be sexy or attractive, I do shit that people don’t think is sexy or attractive. I get shamed for it, like everybody does. And nope, nope, nope. I don’t do shame, sorry.
It’s so typical for people, mostly men, to think that a woman’s world revolves around men. People have questioned the genuineness of my actions/activities assuming that I only did them for men and not for myself. Even as a little girl I got the “You’re only looking pretty to meet a boy” and it went from that to “You’re only wrestling to meet boys” which I fucking hated hearing. I even had one of Mission’s assistants ask me that. it completely ignores everything that I’ve put into the sport. Do people really fucking think that I went to practice & worked out every single day, restricted my diet, bruised up my body, lost my weekends to tournaments, got into endless arguments with my parents, received sexist remarks from classmates and other wrestlers and other shit just to meet a fucking boy?! Jesus fucking christ. it seems like women can’t fucking do anything without someone thinking it’s for a man. Well guess fucking what? My life does not and never will revolve around finding a man. I do not dress for you. I do not have sex just for your pleasure. I do not take up activities for you. I do not smile for you. I do not fucking exist for you.
There is a sound like the crinkling of aluminum foil as the scytheflower slowly unfurls its petals. The stem flexes and they turn to face the rising sun, the petals angling to best catch the light. The plant’s leaves make use of sunlight for photosynthesis, but the mix of metallic elements in the petals allow it to produce energy more directly as they heat up throughout the day.
The energy produced by the living thermocouple is difficult to store, but it still contributes to the scytheflower’s sustenance. The silvery sheen on the surface of the petals as they twitch in the sun has been designed by evolution to catch the eyes of birds in flight, a trait which helps give the scytheflower some of its other names: magpiercer and crow-murderer.
Down swoops a blackbird, attracted by the shiny flash of the flower. There’s the whining whir of a buzzsaw and a brief, aborted squawk. The bird’s carcass will feed the soil, which feeds the plant.
Though its metallic petals are valued by collectors, the scytheflower is best approached with care, or not at all.