Male robots: “I’m a machine, but I’m also a person. I’m more than an object. I have values and dreams and desires and, while I’m different from you in ways that might be strange and frightening, I’m an individual and I want to be respected as such.”
Female robots: “I’m a machine, but I’m also a person. In fact, I’m even better than a real woman – I don’t sweat or poop or age, and yes, I am fuckable. I can also kick ass, but like, in a sexy way. I can seem emotionless and cold, but that’s just because I haven’t yet realized how much I want to be your girlfriend.”
It’s Friday! Let’s all enjoy the sight of this chicken celebrating the arrival of autumn by going for a bouncy apple pick on the grounds of Ashley Farm Shop in Leicestershire, England. It’s apple bobbing, chicken style:
Because sometimes what you need most is to marvel at the sight of an enormous python coiling and uncoiling its long, muscular body to clime up a coconut tree in Thailand. It’s snek parkour:
i work as an actor at a haunted house and this little girl who was dressed as a cat came through she saw me and was like “no thank you please dont get closer i am already scared” and i was like alright i appreciate the good manners ill back off. so her dad picks her up and starts going down the rest of my dark hall and i just hear her yell “everybody wait! i dropped my ears” so i find them and give them to her dad and she goes “thank you but i hope i never see you again goodbye” and waved over her dads shoulder. i waved back and she gave me a thumbs up. honestly this kid has a lot of guts and props for being so polite when shes terrified i hope she gets a lot of candy this year
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anon wanted to know about this gal so here’s her blurb from the zine i’m working on :
She gives them a pretty good head start all things
considered. This part of the woods was perfect for running, nice full moon,
well-kept paths. Should be no problem steering them back to the cabin. It was a
standard night. Rowdy idiots come down for a weekend at a deserted cabin, find
disturbing journal written by an unknown author, disobeys its rules for kicks.
The usual. The blond lady trips on what has to be the only rock on the entire
20 mile trail and the man, a hiker they met at the lake, pushes her ahead and
tells her to run. When they reach the cabin door she’s the last one in and but
not the only one to hear the wet impact of crushed meat behind her. The creature
has a huge twisted hand sunk into the hiker’s chest, dragging him into the
trees as he gurgles and twitches on the forest floor. She looks into his wide
glassy eyes one last time and bolts inside, locking the door behind her.
Minutes later Cynthia watched the pandemonium unfold
from her laptop screen on the only good wifi spot for miles. She took another
wet nap and wiped blood off the touchpad. George sat nearby, rinsing out his
chest cavity with a bottle of water. She watched as the terrified group cobbled
together weapons and barricaded doors. George shook the water off of his right
lung and looked over her shoulder.
“They hunkering down Cyn?”
“Yeah,” she took another sip of coffee “looks like
they’re gonna wait it out till morning. Probably for the best by the state of
all those beer cans left at the lake. I’ll call the station and have them
picked up. We spooked ‘em pretty good.” That was an understatement. At least 3
of them had pissed themselves. A personal best.
George sank into the chair beside her. “Serves ‘em
right. Littering, setting off fireworks in one of the driest seasons we’ve had
in years. Fuck ‘em.”
Cynthia pulled her ranger jacket on and poured
another cup of coffee. They had been warned. Said it right there in the
book. She handed the mug to George and
started in on a pack of oreos.
Fairy shrimp again! These are redtail fairy shrimp approaching adult size, most of them about 1.5cm long. The water is cloudy because that’s how you keep them fed, you make sure there are suspended particulates of food (yeast and algae) for them to filter out and eat.
Also the old, hydra-infested tank. I think those must photosynthesize, they’ve been multiplying despite having no food in that tank.
Video description and captions under the cut.
[about a dozen small creatures are swimming in slightly murky water. The creatures resemble feathers with two black dots of eyes at one end and a slightly forked, red tailtip at the other end, and they swim around upside-down by waving a series of fine legs on their upward-facing bellies. They are swimming towards the surface of the water, where a light source is visible.]
“These are my fairy shrimp. Look how big they’ve gotten! Most of ‘em are over a centimeter long. Which is great, considering these things are born, like, a third of a millimeter long.”
[camera pans back and forth to show the creatures, then lingers and follows a large one up the glass as it comes close.]
“Hello, shrimp. They’re in a different tank {referring to the fact that this tank is not the same as seen in previous videos} because the other one has hydras, which are little stinging things that eat these guys. And this girl-”
[camera lingers on the largest shrimp, which has a tiny, pointed white pouch just visible behind the last set of legs]
“-this is big mama shrimp. You can just barely see she’s got a pouch full of eggs behind her legs, which the others don’t have.”
[all the shrimp are now at the surface of the water, pressed against it and swimming slowly in no particular direction. One is startled by something, and jerks downward a few inches to get away, then slowly edges towards the surface. A few small round creatures are now visible, much smaller than the shrimp and moving in jerking patterns.]
“Still very attracted to light! As you can see here. Oop! Something scary happened, apparently. I got sixteen of ‘em, these are the ones that didn’t get eaten. There’s a daphnia, pretty much all the daphnia got eaten. But-”
[camera zooms out to show the entire aquarium. It looks to be about a foot long and half that height, and is full of nothing but the shrimp, a vertically floating thermometer, and slightly greenish water]
“New tank, no more hydras. Old tank-”
[camera pans to the side to show a slightly larger aquarium, this one with rocks, sand, and a clump of moss in it]
“-full of hydras! Like, I’m talkin’ hundreds of those things. Let’s see if I can film any.”
[camera zooms in on the white sand, showing a few small, greenish creatures. The creatures are small, vertical, green stalks with a few tendrils coming off the upper end, and do not move. They are also anchored to a pink, speckled hunk of granite, and on the surface when the camera pans up to show that. Only a few are visible on the rocks and sand, but several dozen are attached to the surface.]
“Alright, you see those green lines in the substrate? Those are hydras. Those are the biggest ones, right there. More on the rock, aaand, here we go, those are hydras. They’re basically freshwater sea anemones. Aaaalll over the surface, all over the sand, all over the rocks. That’s why these guys are over here. But, hydras or not, they’re happy. And they’ve got eggs. Yay!”
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