We’ve a first class assortment of magic
And for raising a posthumous shade
With effects that are comic or tragic
There’s no cheaper house in the trade.
shoutout to my coworker for thinking that “illuminati” and “alumnae” meant the same thing and absolutely destroying everyone in the room when he casually dropped the sentence “i get a discount there because i’m an illuminati” into the conversation
Nuestra Señora de la Santa Muerte (Spanish for Our Lady of Holy Death), often shortened to Santa Muerte, is a female deity or folk saint in Mexican and Mexican-American folk Catholicism. A personification of death, she is associated with healing, protection, and safe delivery to the afterlife by her devotees. Despite condemnation by the Catholic Church, her cult has become increasingly prominent since the 2000s.
The worship of Santa Muerte is condemned by the Catholic Church in Mexico as invalid, but it is increasingly firmly entrenched in Mexican culture.
Santa Muerte is also seen as a protector of homosexual, bisexual, and transgender communities in Mexico, since many are considered to be outcast from society. Many LGBT people ask her for protection from violence, hatred, disease, and to help them in their search for love.
I had a dream that all the Golden Girls were still alive and had their own Queer Eye type show (I’m not sure if it was the characters or the actors, tbh) so Blanche gave sex advice and Rose held your hand and said you were worth it etc
Also I just read a book called The Heretic’s Apprentice that is part of a series about a not-quite-monk named Brother Cadfael who solves murder mysteries in the Middle Ages
And while I think I need to reread to make sure I properly liked it… I think I wanna pick up more books in that series, if they were all as good as that one.
I really like this series! (And I say this as a medieval historian, as well as an aficionado of mystery novels.) They can turn a bit formulaic in the personal relationships – young love usually triumphs – but the plots are thoughtful, and I think the characterization and atmosphere are good. And the way Ellis Peters handles historical attitudes and historical imagination works for me; she is sympathetic with the characters, and also willing to make their habits and attitudes visibly strange to modern readers, if that makes sense. The first two in the series, A Morbid Taste for Bones and One Corpse Too Many, are both very strong, I think. The sixth one – The Virgin in the Ice – is also a particular favorite of mine. Oh, and Brother Cadfael is totally a monk! it’s just a second career for him, as it were.
The fact humans can’t eat grass to survive in the wilderness is a failure of evolution
Are you out there eating grass and trying to justify it again?
Horse instincts took over when I wrote that post
Disagree – eating grass is a specialized ability that leaves
you unable to acquire and digest many other possible foodstuffs. Just because
ungulates decided to put all their stats into cud-chewing doesn’t mean the rest
of us have to.
Thousands of years ago, somebody looked at a flock of sheep and went, “well, they aren’t cold.”
Guys. Guys.
It’s so much better than that.
So once upon a time, goats and sheep were essentially the same animal, and all of them had hair. Now, you can do some stuff with hair, but you can’t do a lot, so mostly sheep/goats were kept for meat and milk.
Except then a mutation showed up, and some of the sheep/goats had WOOL instead. And someone realized that 1. you could spin that shit, and 2. then you could WEAVE that shit, and 3. IT GREW BACK.
Generations of selective breeding ensued. Two visibly discrete species emerged, one primarily for meat and milk, and the other primarily for wool. They also have different behavioural characteristics, because independence was not helpful in a sheep, so it was bred out of them. Sheep remain one of the few non-draft animals that we farm even though they are not delicious.
The most similar part of sheep and goats that remains today is their skeleton. On an archaeological dig, you find THOUSANDS of bones and bone fragments that can only be identified as “sheep/goat”. It’s incredibly frustrating, but also kind of hilarious after you’ve spent enough time in the sun.
ANYWAY, human beings have always been smart and surprisingly good at changing nature because they want a sweater.
The entire knitting community needs to hear this.
Oh man I’m so glad I can add this to my arsenal of responses to people who say all GMOs are made of poison.
In zooarchaeology, sheep/goat is a valid category and no one will press you further on the issue.
Huh, I wonder if this is part of why Chinese only has one word for sheep/goat (羊). You can distinguish as 绵羊 “wool-sheepgoat” for sheep vs 山羊 “mountain-sheepgoat” for goat.
“we should stop trying to get kids to go to college and encourage them to go to trade school instead” is one of those things that sounds perfectly reasonable and isn’t inherently wrong or bad but in practice seems like a good way of funneling poor and/or minority students into being a dedicated underclass of service workers
especially when it’s presented as an alternative to making higher education more financially accessible
like ideally everyone would be allowed to pursue whatever careers they want without stigma or financial barriers but when I get people like Trump pushing vocational schools at the expense of community colleges I am, shall we say,,, suspicious
so the thing about my family is that we have two ancestors on my dad’s side who were buried in france, where I currently live. one died in the spanish civil war, and one died prior doing…we don’t know what. but he somehow managed to get buried in père lachaise.
so anyhow, my gran sends me a message like “pls put flowers on ur uncle samuel’s grave because he’s gone over a century with none and it will make the ghost mad if he hasn’t already” because my family spends time in europe but never long enough to go all the way to père lachaise and give ya boy samuel jr. his death rites. so im like “ok gran I can do that” bc im a good grandson and you do not fuck with gran she doesn’t DESERVE THAT
i figure out which plot he’s on and ask someone specifically where you can find uncle samuel jr. and they tell me where and so I arrive at the junction and.
HE GONE.
WHERE DID YOU GO UNCLE SAMUEL.
*celine dion’s smash hit “my heart will go on” playing in the distance*
in other words either someone stole my entire great great uncle samuel or he has risen again, ready to party in paris for all of eternity.
You’re pretty chill about a corpse disappearing.
My guy, my dude, he’s been dead since 1851. He could be anywhere. He does what he wants.
I saw this come around again and hoped there was an update but nope. Uncle
Mooncustafer 