look at him… look at how deliberate each step and movement is. look at how mathematically perfect that 90 degree corner turn was… this cat is on another level far beyond us all
and, if you can’t get toasted pearl Couscous handpicked and blessed by a Moroccan shaman on the first tuesday of the winter harvest for your Sautéed Escarole then store bought is fine
This is a dwarf sperm whale (Kogia sima). Kind of looks like a tiny harmless shark!
False and pygmy sperm whales actually have “false gills” behind their eyes, which, combined with their underslung jaw, makes them superficially resemble sharks.
They also can expel a reddish-brown fluid from their bodies when frightened and hide in the cloud that it makes, much like a squid or octopus does when they’re frightened.
I’ve been thinking about the pathological classification of asexuality, and why I find that so creepy, ever since I replied to this post.
It’s the idea, I think, that if you’re not, on some level, sexually (or romantically) available to fulfill someone else’s desires.
It’s best, of course, if you make yourself available in the right way to the
right sorts of people. But if you’re not making yourself available to anybody, then there must be something wrong with you
…
And that’s just …
No.
*(Meanwhile, sexual people who choose to be celibate trading sexual relationships with humans for a relationship with something bigger – often God, but it might be some other ideal. So that’s “okay,”).
I’m also pretty overwhelmed right now, with what sounds like an extremely distressed old lady crying out again at the damned nursing home across the street.
(Which has been an ongoing stressor in general since they built it, and not for the NIMBYish reasons that had some other people in the gentrifying neighborhood trying to head it off in the planning stages.)
But yeah, it’s not just the hyperempathy thing, though that is definitely not making things easier. It’s also knowing that they could literally be torturing and killing someone in there, and not that many people would be interested enough not to just tut and find some justification for any terrible institutional shit that might be happening.
This is not the first time in the past few weeks that I’ve heard the same person that distressed. It’s also been going on for at least an hour now this morning (could be several more still, going by other times). So, at least I don’t think she is in more immediate danger at the moment, near impossible as that is to tell from outside. But, there’s nothing obvious that I can reasonably do about the whole situation, which is just heartbreaking.
I honestly did consider calling the police the first night I heard her screaming and crying and yelling for help over there, as much as I don’t trust them either. It sounded that worrying. But, what are the chances of a call like that getting taken remotely seriously, even without the possibility of making the situation worse for the person already screaming? They’re sure as hell not going to buzz some random angry neighborhood person in to let them see wtf is going on, and talk to her.
Much less buzz anyone out if they really want to leave, yeah.
I have never seen anyone who wasn’t staff outside the building, either. Maybe a few visitors on a weekend, but not even many of them. More than a few red flags that I have noticed.
And the situation is that upsetting from a place of relative safety, on the other side of the street. Not living as essentially a prisoner myself over there.
And all of this mostly just gets accepted as normal and inevitable. That’s the really overwhelming part. I am honestly still not NEARLY as used to that, and don’t plan on trying to get more comfortable with it. Bad enough situation even when nobody is actively screaming and crying for help loudly enough to hear across the street.
They’re sure as hell not going to buzz some random angry neighborhood person in to let them see wtf is going on, and talk to her. 
Urocyon's Jaunts 2.0 
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