male Rufous Hummingbird by Greatblue1 on Flickr.
I love this photo! It actually captures the fierceness of the little twits, which is something most hummingbird photos don’t manage.
Also, I get these little guys in my yarden. :)
OMG – you get hummingbirds… I didn’t realise. We must move to WA immediately, and forthwith.
How did I not know (or retain) this information?
So I started working on the NCLEX. This is an exam that I need to pass, if they’ll let me take it, to register in the US. And immediately it became apparent that I’d need to study.
Some of it comes down to the phrasing of the questions.
Some of it comes down to the fact I work in emergency care and haven’t been outside that area for a long, long time.
Some of it is just stuff that we never covered in my nursing course.
Some, like one I got wrong today, is down to things like: in the UK we very, very rarely thrombolise heart-attacks, especially because beyond anything else I work in a cardiac specialist hospital. But even when I didn’t thrombolysis is something that went out the window a long time ago – because we’ve proven comprehensively that taking that patient and running, quickly, to a proper centre that can use percutaneous coronary intervention is better except in a rare set of circumstances.
But in general, the emergency care stuff cheers me up, because the ‘What diet should you recommend to this person’ questions are not my comfort zone at all
I’ve known for a while, on an intellectual level that we would get the house ‘finished’ and sell it. As in, as the paint’s drying the the “For Sale” board will go up outside (assuming plan=successful). However, yesterday as I was putting that first coat of paint on the door the realisation properly hit me that yes, I will get the house done, but it’ll never be something that we live in and don’t have decorative work hanging over us.
Poot.
The next house we own we will be more successful at just living in.
I have other hobbies god-damn it. Other. Hobbies. I don’t just like decorating.
v for vendetta is a film with a female protagonist that criticises capitalism, condemns pedophilia, encourages the viewers to question their governments, has a central plot about how LGBT people are condemned in right wing societies (more than three LGBT characters are in it) and was directed by a transwoman and her brother.
why has this become a fuckboy classic
#i honestly feel so bad for lana wachowski#between v for vendetta and the matrix#awful dudebro douchebags just keep commodifying her artistry into something that represents violence against her person#that must suck raw balls
It also represents how poc are oppressed in society. There are no poc because, as stated, the government literally killed them all. And poisoned poor children in order to create an excuse that would allow white people to let them. This movie was a brilliant reaction to American conservatism as the comic was to Thatcher in the eighties. I’ve always loved both and my first foray into complex writing was a fan fiction dedicated to Evey.
Only problem is that the Wachowskis didn’t direct V for Vendetta… But I’m excited about Sense8!
HOLY SHIT YES PLEASE
DO YOH EV EN HA VE TO ASK
WHAT KIND OF QUESTION IS THAT. JUST MAKE IT HAPPEN
Why is this even being asked? Is there an option that isn’t “DEARGODYESOMG”?
i fear time travel shenanigans, but i don’t fear them enough to overcome my deep desire to see this teamup
what if no time travel shenanigans. what if it’s little old i’m not dead yet you sanctimonious fucks peggy carter who would like to die with her boots on, and natasha is actual the only agent in the world who can actually keep up with her when she sneaks out of the hospital, steals a few wallets, digs up a few old shield weapons caches, and toodles cheerfully off to europe to go out in a blaze of nazi-hunting glory like she wanted to before her damn grandkids came over all fussy and took her guns away.
natasha romanoff has been trained as a remorseless and deadly superspy since she was a baby and she is so, so, so glad that she was never assigned to keep up with agent carter before the two hip surgeries, a knee replacement, and a case of alzheimer’s took a bit of her edge off.
natasha calls steve every night and bitches about what deranged death-defying shit the ancient hellbat has managed to live through today and steve just giggles at her over the phone.
‘put peggy on,’ he says.
‘i will not, the two of you just encourage each other.’
‘is that steve?’ peggy wants to know.
‘NO.’
‘put steve on the phone, i want to sext him.’
‘NO.”
‘natasha give peggy the phone.’
#battle granny#at one point she drags a large and terrified blonde personal trainer into a mob shoot-out#it’s not a good time for anyone#rogers you are being a shit backup today what is your problem#“MY NAME IS BRAD AND I WANT TO GO HOME
i feel vaguely guilty for how much i want this to happen
The Never Call: There are some people who love to text so much that the phone part of their cell phone has become completely obsolete. They’re like Tobias Funke the never-nude from Arrested Development, except instead of refusing to take off the last bit of clothing for a completely irrational reason, they are scared of a wonderful and time-honored mode of communication.
The Nine Types of Text Messaging Monsters – Texting – Gawker
oh that is me. to a tee.
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I am one of those people. But let me explain something to you. The telephone was an aberation in human development. It was a 70 year or so period where for some reason humans decided it was socially acceptable to ring a loud bell in someone else’s life and they were expected to come running, like dogs. This was the equivalent of thinking it was okay to walk into someone’s living room and start shouting.
it was never okay. It’s less okay now. Telephone calls are rude. They are interruptive. Technology has solved this brief aberration in human behavior. We have a thing now called THE TEXT MESSAGE. It is magical, non-intrusive, optional, and, just like human speech originally was meant to be, is turn based and two way. You talk. I talk next. Then you talk. And we do it when it’s convenient for both of us.
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post-scarcity part 11: vinyl revenue reaches 20% of CDs | Crime and the Blog of Evil
Wherein I continue to be bemused by the revival of the vinyl LP, and suggest that it may be in part due to something the RIAA did not manage to destroy.
I suspect it’s in part about ownership, and in part the whole experience of listening to vinyl. Music has become so much background noise. We have it on in the car, on the train, while we’re walking, it’s on in shops…
…listening to an vinyl album is an physical experience. It’s getting the record out from the sleeve, placing it on the turntable, putting the needle on the the record… it makes you take part – and once it’s playing you’re required to pay more attention to it (at least, with my deck) because you at the very least need to lift that stylus off at the end of the side.
I have been having an argument with a friend and he says that Marvel is for guys, please help me prove to him that there are lots of women who like Marvel!
MARVEL WOMEN ASSEMBLE
