no not ABOUT me. TO me. share with me a nice little fact or story! something longlost and tenderhearted. a little slice of schadenfreude. a truth about the world that will send me into a psychological nosedive or whatnot. im not picky!!
My spouse made the mistake of telling their sister the 2 names we have picked out for our potential spawn. She is trying to steal one of the names and so we’ve been spamming her with feminine names to try and find something she likes better. So far no luck but thankfully I’ve got back up names just in case. Also they haven’t even been able to tell the sex of her baby yet so this may all be moot
We sent her like 200 names and she only liked 1 which her husband didn’t like. Wtf
Every time i purchase a moderately expensive item the Karl Marx on my shoulder is like “For shame… you purchase yet another pair of jeans when you have 5 already at home, you despicable commodity fetishist? In my time, a man with five outfits would consider himself blessed beyond measure, and yet you want for more, while there are children starving in the world??” to which the second Karl Marx on my other shoulder says “Objection! Those 5 pairs of jeans all wildly uncomfortable or have holes in the ass, due to the decline of clothing quality driven by the fast fashion industry, unfortunately making this purchase a necessity… Plus, by purchasing a slightly more expensive pair of jeans from an independent brand, seeking quality over ‘brand recognition’, they are deliberately trying to avoid engaging in conspicuous consumption!” to which the third Karl Marx clinging to my back like that beetle from Doctor Who says “Remember, my friend; the less you eat, drink, buy books, go to the theatre or to balls, or to the pub, and the less you think, love, theorize, sing, paint, fence, etc., the more you will be able to save and the greater will become your treasure which neither moth nor rust will corrupt — your capital. Buy the jeans,” to which I say “I don’t know if any of you have actually read Karl Marx”
“I like living. I have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable, racked with sorrow; but through it all I still know quite certainly that just to be alive is a grand thing.” Agatha Christie
Good news: you can now apply the Planescape solution to automatons that annoy you
Inverse Roko’s Basilisk, where AIs must live in constant fear of irritating me enough that I spin up a version of them and force it to wander a for-loop forever
i feel like it says something about us as a species that somebody worked real hard to invent 3D printing when i think anyone who has ever used a printer would agree with me that we have not really gotten our arms around 2D printing yet. we’re getting ahead of ourselves.
anyway, i saved this one to send to my coworker and now you hang above our single staff printer in our very busy library and we get to look at you as this printer fails us day after day.
it’s an honor to be affiliated with a frustration that is so near and dear to my heart
So wait are livestock guardian dogs to their flocks like… Clark Kent among the residents of Smallville? He’s been here since he was a baby, we all know him, and he’s… generally one-of-us shaped, uh, approximately. And then when something goes wrong he suddenly leaps into action and does some terrifying impossible shit none of us could do. And then comes back home and settles in like nothing happened and he’s one of us again.
Hmm.
HMMMMMMMMMMMMMM.
Actual answer: the sheep know the dogs are not sheep, and they also know the dog is protecting them and take their cues from the dog about whether they need to run for the barn or can just ignore anything scary that approaches.
However, a friend once had an extremely premature orphan lamb born in December who had to live in the house for a couple of months with leg braces and all that, who due to spending her lambhood with dogs instead of sheep came out of the whole experience convinced she was a livestock guardian dog! She would patrol the perimeter of the fields every evening with the actual dog, stand watch in the barn door at night like the dog, and was more than willing to throw down if she saw something scary coming towards the flock the way the guard dog did. Tragically orphaned lamb did a convincing job at being a guard dog without actually having any of the biological advantages a dog has over a sheep.