In the dog show world, there are no abortions if an undesirable pregnancy occurs; it could harm the registered bitch.
Unfortunately, the issue would contaminate the bloodline, so when the pups are born it’s common practice for the veterinarian to euthanize them. Think of all the problems solved, if only we let the republican veterinarian define healthcare for breeding bitches.
There are some originals that shouldn’t be touched, and I believed IM Bust a Move was one of them, but holy fuck this Bliss remix takes it to the next level! Thanks for sharing!
My CS classes were 90% male, and every professor was male, too. They all genuinely enjoyed my participation, and it was the only environment where I wasn’t objectified or disrespected. Same with my coworkers (again 90% male) when I went into the FAANG workforce; the men were happy to see women excel in a previously male-only field.
The general public was a different story until recently. Women were thrilled, a disturbing number of men refused to listen to me.
Came here to shout at the horror show being planned with this crude oil pipeline crossing the Cascade Mountains, a pristine area which is in the Ring of Fire.
Then I read the details and holy fuck what a boondoggle! IF this shit doesn’t destroy the environment, Canadian taxpayers will still be in the hole for tens of billions of dollars. This whole thing stinks of corruption. Someone is getting sweet kickbacks.
“Let’s consider the possibility that Teri Blair’s pattern of shoplifting is an indication that she could be dealing with an undiagnosed mental health disorder or biochemical abnormalities, so we should respond with compassion and treatment” is something an educated liberal might say, had not their books been burned and their schools loaded with hate.
Kids: It’s your fault for not performing grueling manual labor 14 hours a day, 7 days a week, with no worker protections, in the Mojave fuckin Desert, whilst contending with food scarcity, during the Great Depression.
Shame on all y’all not-willing-to-die pudgekins.
Wondering the same. I think this is it?
I grew up with a lot of snow, skiing, etc in the PNW. As an adult I moved to Palm Springs, where my daughter was born. She and my friends had never seen snow, so one day I thought it’d be great to show everyone. We took the tram up to the top of Mt San Jacinto, where there was about a foot of fresh snow.
I loved watching them marvel at how oddly cold and bright the ground was. They tried and failed to copy me making snowballs, like it was some alien magic trick. I ran ahead and made a sliding jump down a small slope, then stopped and turned around, waiting for them to follow. They did, one at a time, and every one of them slipped and dramatically wiped out trying to navigate the slope. Gods, they just kept. coming. down.
I was horrified that I’d accidentally set them up to go careening everywhere, but the sight was too hilarious and I could only double over and belly laugh as they all crashed about like lemmings on ice!
It’s hard to know about all the wars and genocides, if they aren’t in the standard westernized nations. I only learned of the Rohingya genocide this year.
The best that most of us can do is be like ShittyBeatles and donate to legit charities of your choice.
I like the direction of this thought. I’ve imagined the same, until I remembered that before fossil fuels, humans used whale oil for lamps, lubricants, soaps, etc, and cut down trees for heat.
This is one of those “be careful what you wish for” scenarios. 8 billion people burning trees for heat and killing whales for lighting creates a whole new hellscape.
I learned about lucid dreaming from an old book I found when I was 18, and I began practicing. Because flying has been my passion since I was 5, I focused on that.
At first, I would run and take long leaps, like I was in low gravity. After a few weeks, one leap would keep me about 6 feet above the ground until I wanted to drop back down. I’d remain vertical with my arms relaxed at my sides, and just lean a bit for direction. About a year after I began flying every night, I could lay down and then close my eyes while making one push off the ground with my right foot and I’d be immediately at tree line. I loved flying through my neighborhood and the city, hovering over streets, visiting the houses of my friends, sometimes popping in to see them.
My dreams were in real time, so it was late at night and they were almost always asleep. It felt like an out of body experience.
I’d learned from the book how to make recurring dream threats your friend, and I befriended the wolves that had terrified my dream life at least once a week for over ten years. It was an incredibly empowering experience.
After a few years, I was in a lost time in life, and my dream flying reflected how out of control I was. By then, every time I laid my head on my pillow, my right foot reflexively tapped and I was off. But now, I was shooting straight up faster than a rocket and zipping beyond the moon in just a few seconds. I started panicking that I’d “lose my earth tether” and never be able to find my way back. I believed that I needed to return to my body in order to wake up. So now going to sleep was a threat in my mind. It took weeks to de-condition myself to stop flying.
In retrospect, I should have taken control, but my day life had really gone off the deep end and I think this is how it manifested. I haven’t practiced lucid dreaming or flying since I was 28, but I miss that exhilaration of zooming at tree line in a place I loved.
A federal judge has paused the lawsuit against Meade and Franklin County until after the criminal case. The officer had argued that simultaneously defending himself in both cases would put him in a no-win situation.
It seems a “no-win situation” is being Black while bringing sandwiches to Grandma’s house.