my mama got home today and she was so excited. she said she got me a present, so then i was excited too. i had no idea what she got me. she said ‘close your eyes and put your hands out’, so i did. and then i felt her put something in my hands. i opened my eyes and
“i saw it and it was chubby and you called a frog ‘big boy’ last night and i had to get it! it’s big boy!”
mama loves that you all think she’s very sweet and she got inspired and went back today and got 2 more to show you all!!
she said “tell the ones that liked big boy thank you and that he has 2 friends now thanks to them!”
Gove urged to follow Europe with ban on single-use plastic
“Last week the United Nations warned that Britain’s reputation was at risk over plans for a new post-Brexit environmental watchdog which would not have the power to take the government to court. Despite Gove’s promise of a “green Brexit”, the Treasury is said to have resisted giving the new watchdog the same powers as the European commission because of the potential impact on post-Brexit growth.”
So what benefit will leaving the EU have for us in the U.K. Still waiting to find out. Lower standards seems to be a theme.
We have a baby and we barely make any money. We are working our asses off to remedy the money part. (The baby is perfect. there is literally no reason for me to make that point, except they’re so perfect and amazing??? how?????)
That’s all fine, except also? We had to kick out a housemate who was (1) not paying rent, (2) not taking care of his cats, and (3) I don’t think a need a third.
He couldn’t bring his cats to his new place. One of them is like 16 years old and the other one only has 3 ¾ legs, I don’t think they’d do great in a shelter, so we adopted them.
Turns out the older one has had chronic urinary tract infections for literally years, and that’s why she wouldn’t use the litterbox. (Which by the way is why that room is now UNUSABLE, so we can’t rent it out to replace that money. I mean: that, and the fact that the former housemate wasn’t cleaning up after her at all. that’s actually #3 in the list of “dude, you gotta leave.”) And she also has severe dental problems and chronic infections around that.
Turns out the younger one should have had medical care for his ¾ of a leg when he was little, and it was getting re-injured and infected.
So far, in just the past month, between urine cultures, and bloodwork, and regular vet fees, and emergency vet fees, and prescriptions, we’ve spent almost a thousand dollars (that we definitely didn’t have) on vet care. (It was $237 + $267.23 + $57.50 + $45 + $21.75 + $346.48 = $974.96.)
That took care of Monkey’s infected leg: he still has to wear a cone for another week, but he is finally happy and feisty and curious and having a good time.
And it took care of Lola’s urinary tract infection, which must be a huge revelation for her after all these years. She is happy too; she loves finally getting the attention and love she needs (so’s Monkey) and has totally integrated into the family.
BUT not only did we not have a thousand dollars to spend, the vet also quoted us $1,800 for dental surgery, and is really emphatic about getting it done ASAP. (oh right, and the old housemate owes us $2050 on top of that, which we’ve had to front for his bills etc., and which I can near-guarantee he is never going to pay. yiike. and yes, we’re getting ready to take him to small claims court.)
And the other vet quoted us $5,000 for surgery for Monkey’s leg, to keep it from continuously getting re-injured and re-infected. (and yes, we’re getting other quotes! because Yike.)
oh right – and we have to get the floor of the ex-housemate’s room totally refinished, because it is never going to stop smelling otherwise, and even if it did… it’s literally buckled from all the cat pee.
So we’re passing the hat.
Please, please donate if you can, and signal boost if you’re willing!
incidentally i fucking love all of you. Fun fact: although some of the (three) donations we got from Facebook were bigger, within a day we’d gotten more donations from posting once to Tumblr than from posting repeatedly to people we actually know in person on Facebook. ❤️💖❤️💖❤️😻😻😻😻
This is a fundraiser for myself, Kit Mead, and Sabrina @strangerdarkerbetter. I designed the text and shirt concept, and it features Sabrina’s Autisticat!
Me, Kit: I’m an Autistic, genderqueer and chronically ill disability rights activist with mental health disabilities. I have been involved in numerous disability organizations and projects since 2013. Recently, my financial situation has taken a downturn due to chronic and mental health issues affecting work hours, and DC area rent. I found a cheaper place, but in the meantime, this fundraiser!
Sabrina is an Autistic/neurodivergent, genderqueer, chronically ill blogger. They blog about “neurodivergence and chronic illness interspersed with feminism and fandoms.” In 2017, they came up with a design for “Autisticat,” a black cat with a neurodiversity symbol bow/collar, as a mascot for the autistic community. Sabrina’s also hit some rough times.
It’s $20.35 on Bonfire(sorry for the price, but I think the graphic of Autisticat made the cost of production go up). We have to sell 11 shirts for them to ship, but our first goal is 24 shirts. Please spread the word that cats are Autisticats with this shirt!
[Image description for shirts: Text reads “I am an autistic person. My cat is an AUTISTICAT.” Between the text “My cat is an…” and “AUTISTICAT” is an image of a small black cat with a rainbow neurodiversity infinity symbol for a collar.]
this is the first image i tried to draw for this blog and its so fucking dark sided that i cant capture it properly at all NOTHING ive tried can portray the deep seated panic & discomfort i feel when i see it
name this cartoon idea
realy really good
This may have already been added, but in Brazil there was an urban legend that Fofao dolls contained a secret murder knife and it’s based on a half-truth about their components:
Oh, that doesn’t even scratch the surface! Fofão (you pronounce it like foh-fah-oom) is… a cultural icon. You probably won’t find a single Brazilian person who doesn’t know who he is, though he hasn’t been on television for decades, and this is because his whole existence is cursed. Cursed, cursed, cursed. I’ll explain:
Back in the early 80s, there was an educational children’s show called A Turma do Balão Mágico (lit. The Magic Balloon Gang. So eighties.) that was pretty much a Sesame Street knockoff and starred children interacting with puppets and people in costumes and learning wholesome lessons and singing songs. Fofão was one of the nonhuman characters, and he looked like the unholy offspring of Chucky from Child’s Play and a Troll Doll after getting stung by bees:
As you can see, the costume was pretty much just some kind of disturbing prosthetics stuck to some guys face and a wig. Those are real human eyes. Did I mention Fofão means “very fluffy”? I reckon it’s because of the jowls.
Anyway, Fofão became the most popular character of the show for some reason, getting himself a spin-off where he was the protagonist and… merchandise, one of these being those cursed dolls. It was then that a urban legend about it began to surface, and it said (get this) that whoever created Fofão had made a pact with the devil to achieve success and that the devil had instructed him to put a black dagger inside each doll that made whoever touched it become a murderer, or at least so went the version I know of. As it turns out, the dolls did have a weird structure to keep the head upright that was kind of shaped like a knife? You can imagine how prevalent this legend was. I was born a whole decade after Fofão’s show used to air and I was still scared I’d come across one of these dolls as a child.
After that, Fofão faded into obscurity, just to be brought back in the year of our lord 2015 after the existence of some… peculiar children’s birthday party entertainers came to light and rose to meme levels. They’re called Carreta Furacão (Hurricane Truck) and they’re basically people dressed up as mascots who take the birthday kids for a ride around town on a modified truck while they dance and do parkour, except they’re unusually prone to accidents, and for some reason they almost all happen with one of the dancers… who dresses up as Fofão, AKA the guy on OP’s picture. There are hundreds of videos dedicated to the Carreta Furacão Curse. Here’s one of them:
So… you draw your own conclusions. I, myself, am of the opinion that Fofão isn’t so much of a guy in a costume as he is a real life goblin that emerges from the darkness every 30-odd years to feed on the fear of children.
Wow, a true Bad Cartoon Idea for the ages
Going even further about this truly cursed character: these modified trucks with lights, sound boxes and mascots doing acrobatics have been common in Brazil, specially in small towns, where traffic isn’t an issue, and mostly from the late 90s to 2005 or so, but the mascots were usually from american media, and adapted through the years. At first you’d always see Mickey, Popeye, Donald Duck and such, and later with new movies and cartoons we started getting more Marvel superhero costumes and even Ben 10 – but for whatever reason Fofão has always been present.
What is even weirder about that is that most young kids are scared shitless of the Fofão costume (hell, I know I was), and most people, even the ones born in the early 90s, no longer remember Balão Mágico or TV Fofão, so they have no idea who this ugly clown is or where he came from – they just know people always dress like him for these truck rides and do sick wallrunning acrobatics.
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