So I was talking with my brother yesterday, and I came up with what I think is a real useful analogy to show why motivating yourself with shame and negative self-talk is a bad idea:
Imagine you’re trying to make an epic leap between two buildings. If you try and don’t make it, and land on spikes at the bottom, sure you’re going to be motivated to not land on spikes again, but probably not by trying to jump farther. You’re gonna think “bugger this for a lark, I’m not jumping over that bleedin death pit again. What if I land on the spikes?”
HOWEVER, if you miss the jump and land on a big crash pad, you’re probably gonna be like “Ah shoot, whiffed it. Alright, let’s go again.” Like why do you think gymnastics gyms have giant foam pits and springy floors rather than unforgiving concrete slabs?
So, if you mess up and you start poking yourself full of spikes, you’re gonna want to avoid the failure even more – it’s too much of a risk. But if you give yourself a nice soft landing, you’ll almost certainly make it eventually, because you’ll be able to practice, to try again.
I dunno, I just thought this was a cool way to think about it.
I feel that we as a fandom are not being sufficiently appreciative of Tony’s explanation of the fight with Ebony Maw being “He’s from space. He came here to steal a necklace from a wizard.”
What I love about that moment is that it shows just how good a communicator Tony is in a combat situation and how accustomed he is, by now, to command. He knew Peter wouldn’t blow him off if he said something ludicrous, so he gave him exactly what he would need to understand the situation in two bare bones sentences.
He said less than a haiku.
He didn’t even have to say which side he and Peter were on, because “from space” and “came to steal” implied that information.
And then when they actually got hold of Strange, all he had to say was “That’s the wizard” and Peter knew a) exactly what was going on and b) exactly what to do.
Well, most of the ‘horses are omnivores’ argument comes from a guy that wanted to sell his book about ‘deadly horses’ around 2012, as if having a taste for flesh is required to make these creatures deadly.
But no, a horse is still a herbivore even if it eats the occasional meat, just like a cat is still a carnivore even if it eats a potato chip.
Many stories of horses being fed meat or fish (like Iceland, Tibet) involve feeding relatively soft meat products to horses in otherwise austere conditions, eg not much grass. Horses are a monogastric animal, they absolutely are capable of deriving nutrition from meat that they eat. However, their enormous gastrointestinal tract requires a minimum amount of plant fiber to not do something catastrophic and fatal. Seriously, colic is bad news.
A horse is a highly adapted herbivore and it’s quite capable of happily living its life on a 100% plant diet. Most of the meat eating horse stories seem to be extreme conditions where the horse will eat something to not be hungry, or humans have deliberately exaggerated an otherwise natural survival behavior.
If you give the horse free choice and plenty of food, I’d not expect it to go for the hamburger terribly often over lucerne and molasses. If it’s ‘eat meat or starve’ then yeah, just about everything will give meat a go.
Horses are a lot of things, but I’m not about to stop calling them herbivores.
You know those fish that stick onto the sides of aquariums, plecos? Those guys eat nothing but algae and the bio-film (bacteria) that grows on various hard surfaces, as well as occasional soft plants. You can keep one in an aquarium and it will live its whole life happily eating nothing but plants and bacteria.
They will, however, chew on dead fish if they get the chance. Not just if they’re starved,they’ll chew on fish for no other reason than because it’s there and has a lot of energy in it.
Meat has plenty of energy in it. Even herbivores can benefit from a bit of protein sometimes. Doesn’t make them not herbivores.
Also worth mentioning: giraffes and some other ungulates will chew on bones, probably to get minerals. I’m not certain if this counts as eating meat or not, we’re talking about very dry, bleached bones. It happens, though, and pretty regularly.
I need to send you this relic of the Old Internet- inky caps growing from a bath towel. That towel was so dirty, that when it was nice and moist after a good re-use for god knows what in a teenager’s bathroom, it was quickly colonized and fruited upon. (submitted by @cultivating-echo)
*academic voice* theres a lot to unpack here
this image has such a charged energy i literally cant believe this like look at this shit. like lets break this down. the two mushrooms, in comparison to the apparent size of the towel and the clothing piles around it, are fucking massive. like literally i have never seen a mushroom that tall outside of textbooks and never in my life would i think that i would see mushrooms, like real ass basidiomycetes that size, growing on a fucking bath towel. also, there are TWO of them. this means that these two fungi growing on the towel were like this is too good of an opportunity to pass up we gotta put up TWO sex organs. the shaky camera/slight blur of this makes it looks like a screenshot from a mid-2000s indie slenderman film like u find a flash drive on the street and this is the only image on it and seven days later u wake up and theres a mushroom sprouted ominously in the middle of ur room with a knife taped to it. also i cannot for the life of me figure out how this could have happened like do u know how little. just like how LITTLE we know about how to grow mushrooms. we know NOTHING. the commercial industry funnels SO much money into research and STILL for like 80% of mushroom species (the kind of mushrooms you have on pizza are a notable exception), we do not know how to make commercial farms for them. people put their lives into trying to create the most perfect conditions in which to sprout mushrooms and they just. they do not care at all. this image resonates with me so much because it carries such a strong message about the nature of mushrooms like the sheer nihilism of this image is absolutely astounding like people are really out there with like state of the art equipment and its just like ‘fuck you i shall grow upon this filthy towel you peasants, you fools, you absolute buffoons. you are but ozymandias in the desert compared to me. fetchith me the axe body spray, knave’
Cats have bacteria in their saliva that can cause lethal sepsis from the tiniest of scratches, and that bacteria is often on their claws from when they groom themselves. If that cat nips or scratches the little furry thing, even in play, and breaks skin at all, that adorable fuzzball has a high chance of dying a slow death. Those playful swats could have done the job.
It’s freakin’ adorable, but you should not put predators and prey together, ever.
adults, while forcing all children above the age of 5 to sit still, be silent, and obey orders for 7-8 hours a day with minimal breaks, reducing their exposure to fresh air and sunlight to almost nothing, forcing them to alter their natural sleeping patterns to increase productivity, and repeatedly telling them their self worth depends on their being able to follow these instructions perfectly for 13 or more years: kids these days are so lazy! they never go outside! they never want to do anything! clearly it’s not because of us!
The way we treat children is extremely inhumane, but so many adults want to dismiss it because it’s so normalized
You… You do realize that’s what it’s like to be a working adult…? And our days are even longer.
thats because an 8 hour work day is extortion and should be illegal. next question.
Either you’ve never had a job or you’re just lazy af. There’s nothing wrong with 9 to 5 jobs. Nobody is forcing people to work them and people need the hours to make more money. People get breaks too.
Please take a biology class & get some help. People shouldnt have to do work 80% of the day to survive.
2. capitalism is forcing people to work. i could just quit my job and hang out at home – but then i would lose my house and most likely starve to death, because of the way our economy works.
3. breaks for most establishments are a mere 30 minutes for an 8-hour shift; at my first job, for a 6-hour shift, your break would only be 15 minutes and any longer shift would only get 30. studies say people are more productive if for every hour you work, you get a 15-minute break – meaning, for an 8-hour shift, you’d need an hour-long break, and so on and so forth.
the way modern society views work is unhealthy for loads of reasons, not just what i mentioned here. the fact that we’re preparing children for such a torturous lifestyle is horrific.
Peter Kropotkin estimated that a well-organised society would only require people to work 4 hours a day, *in a book written in the 1890s*.
The Soviet Union established a 6 hour work day *in the 1920s*.
These are not new ideas, and the increasing development of technology and automation of labour only make them more practical and feasible.
If you’re an adult, do the stuff you couldn’t as a kid.
Like, me and my sister went to a museum, and they had an extra exhibit of butterflies. But it cost £3. So we sighed, walked past, then stopped. We each had £3. We could see the butterflies. And we did it was great. We followed it up with an ice-cream as well because Mum and Dad weren’t there to say no.
I was driving back from a work trip with 2 other people in their early 20s, and we drove past a MacDonalds. One of the others went “Aww man, I’d love a McFlurry.” And the guy driving pulled in to the drive through. It was wild. But it was great.
I went to a park over the weekend and I was thinking “Man, I’d love to hire one of those bikes and cycle round the park.” It took me a few minutes to go “Wait, I can hire one of those bikes!”
I guess what I’m saying is, those impulsive things you wanted to do as a kid – see the dinosaur exhibit, play in the fountains with the other kids, lie in the shade for 2 hours – you can do when you’re an adult. You have to deal with a whole lot of other bull, but at least you can indulge your inner 8 year-old.
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