Sorry, I haven’t done my work, yeah, I’m in spoon jail. Yeah, I was in really bad spoon debt, and I stopped paying my spoon taxes. Yeah, I can’t do anything until I gather enough spoons to pay my spoon bail.
this valentine’s day i would like to profess my undying, ardent love for the callistephus chinensis (china aster)! the flower that contributed to me giving myself my name!!
not only are they a part of the (superior in my opinion) family of asteraceae, but also the genus’ (callistephus) etymology is derived from the greek words “kalli-” meaning “beautiful” and “stephos” meaning crown. they have beautiful chrysanthemum-esque blooms and come in all sorts of colours (my favourites being purple and white).
straying away from taxonomy a bit, asters in general are one of the birth flowers for september (my birth month!). they symbolise hope, faith and wisdom. and according to greek mythology, astraea (“star maiden”: goddess of purity, justice and innocence) cried because there weren't enough stars in the sky and when her tears hit the earth, they caused asters to bloom! continuing to follow the greek myth, she was the last goddess to live amongst the humans after the golden age, symbolising the decline of hope for humanity along with the decline of the ages. she left and became the constellation virgo i believe!
some more fun fun facts, asters have a most frequently observed number of n = 9 haploid chromosomes (2n = 18 for diploid). the numerology of the word “aster” also happens to be nine and guess what! september is the 9th month of the year! is it obvious i really like the number 9? almost as much as i love asters <3
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Because they all make me so happy, here’s a list of canon things that Bertie calls Jeeves on a regular basis:
- a gazelle
- a governess
- his spouse
- his parent
- a god
- a genie
- a prince among men
- a stuffed frog
- a dignified mountain sheep
- the united states marines
- a marvel
- a treasure
- a gift to the human race
- statuesque
- ‘bronzed and fit’
- ‘broad-shouldered and chisle-jawed’
- in possession of a ‘noble profile’
- glimmeringly intelligent
- stuffed to the brim with fish
- the descendant of vikings
- bursting with feudal spirit
- a man of strong will
- a knight in shining armour
and, of course,
I don’t know what it is about Star Wars but even if it’s not your biggest fandom, it still has the funniest memes by a long shot I mean “look at all the fucks i give anakin” and “your poncho is a piece of junk” and anakin hates sand it’s all just 1000% pure class
poking the hornets’ nest with this one but the current insistence that not only should teenagers/“minors” not have or read about sex, they should also be shielded from any knowledge or generational exchange about it is a) US-American as fuck b) really weird and against the nature of teenagers and the fact that puberty is a whole thing c) literally proven to be the worst approach to protecting teenagers from abuse and/or pregnancy and STIs
the best time to grieve is when it spites the people who tell you not to
[ID: a 4-panel comic in medieval manuscript style of a person in blue sitting on a basket. /In 1 a person off-panel says: "What are you doing over there?" /2: That person comes on panel wearing yellow and helps Blue hold down the basket. Blue: "Trying to push down my grief about my illness" Yellow: "Have you tried platitudes?" /3: Blue yells at the basket: "'It could be worse!'" /4: A dragon pushes up the lid of the basket to yell: "It could be better" /end ID]
What the fairy vs. walrus thing demonstration to me is that humans are a lot more willing to accept an impossible event over an improbable one.
You see, for an event you believe to be impossible to happen, you must be wrong about it's impossibility. It's not easy to accept that you are wrong about the fundamental nature of reality. But once you do, you suddenly find yourself in a world where it makes sense for the impossible event to occur.
When it comes to improbable events, however, Because our brains are bad at processing probability, we treat improbable events like impossible ones, with one key distinction. An improbable event occurring doesn't disprove it's improbability. There is no re-framing that makes a walrus at your door make sense. you're just stuck grappling with an improbable event