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My sister is a struggling, non-binary, indigenous (South Saami) artist, who has had to work for little or no money during most of their career. Despite everything bad that has happened to them in their life, they’ve not only published a book – an illustrated biography on Elsa Laula, a South Saami visionary and activist – they’ve also created huge pieces of decolonial public art for the University of Umeå, and illustrated a radio theatre for children which has been translated into three indigenous and four additional, endangered languages.

Everything that they’ve done has been received incredibly well, but at the same time they’ve been majorly underpaid, and consequently they struggle to make ends meet. 

I don’t normally ask for money, and I wouldn’t ask you to donate money if it was for me, but my sister is one of the most important people in my life, and I think you’d help them immensely if you’d consider supporting them on Ko-Fi. Supporting someone on Ko-Fi costs less than a Starbucks coffee, so if you have the money, do go ahead and click the link, and if not, please consider sharing this post.

You can see a lot of their artwork over at


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You know that post about how your bones are always wet, and that post about how you shake because your skeleton is ready to hatch??

Combine them to create the ultimate turn of phrase and start describing things as “as moist as an unhatched skeleton”.

That’s explains a lot of things

Listen, I know I have no room to complain about people saying ominous bullshit, but what could this possibly explain.

So, after the fun of that trip out yesterday evening?

Right now I’m trying to get it together to make it out somewhere on the bus, because pretty much everything is closed tomorrow. And I want some items I’m already pretty much out of–like bread and, more importantly, pain meds–enough to try and go after them. Instead of just going without for a couple of days minimum.

I’m also not entirely happy with either my partner for not going out shopping before he left like he said he was planning to, or myself for persistently downplaying and dancing around just the level of problems getting out I’ve been having. And frankly how sick I’ve been in general.

There are (honestly mostly PTSD-related) reasons for that, but it really has not been been doing me a lot of favors.

Of course I also feel terrible about even needing to put people out repeatedly, and cause myself all kinds of extra trouble trying to avoid that, as part of the same garbage. That doesn’t help anybody much, either.

It’s not that sustainable normally, but yeah. Turns into an even more obvious set of problems under circumstances like this.

This bewhiskered “Fairy Crab” is the tiniest teddy bear of the ocean


Somehow this miniature hairy squat lobster ended up with
a near-florescent pinkish-purple hue, little yellow eyes, and a thick
golden fleece all over. And at just a few millimetres long, it’s as
compact as it is adorable.

Seriously, just stop and consider how small that
actually is – these things are smaller than your fingernail, which
explains where they got their nickname ’fairy crab’ from.

Found off the coast of Western Australia,
Indonesia, the Philippines, and Japan, the hairy squat lobster (Lauriea
) makes its home on giant barrel sponges (Xestospongia
testudinaria), where it sits and catches ocean detritus in its ‘fur’

It then uses its smaller, ’un-hairy’ legs to
collect the particles and eat them. And it looks a whole lot stranger
than it sounds…

This bewhiskered “Fairy Crab” is the tiniest teddy bear of the ocean