|—||John Rogers (via mirayama)|
A different take on the typical plant cell diagram. I decided to emphasize the vast quatities of organelles inside just one cell, as opposed to most diagrams that show and label 1-2 of each organelle.
I wish the weather would perk up. I hate when I’m sitting at my computer and then notice I can barely feel my fingers.
Hot tea and grudgingly turning the furnace on, go.
I want to talk about budgets with someone. Not mom or my brother or Kiki (Kiki is my girlfriend), I’ve already gone over their budgets so often they’re sick of me.
Maybe my brother’s girlfriend, we’re going out for tea/coffee after work.
I was discussing composting with my mother this morning, and I managed to dig up a hilarious tidbit from a quick google search about composting in an area with a resident black bear (his or her name is Bob)
There was a great article on this in an Organic Gardening magazine of times past. It mentioned a way to keep bears out: fencing the pile, and a way to *use* the bears!
One composter apparently kept a very large pile. When he wanted it turned, he’d dig a hole down the middle of the pile, stick a pipe into it, and pour bacon grease down into the bottom. Then he’d leave the door to the compost fence open. The bears then dug into the compost, trying to find the bacon! They turned the pile for him.
I am not recommending anything, just passing on information and an anecdote.
I always try not to shy away from talking about money. I think not talking about money is a bad habit of the USA and a few other countries.
Despite that, I find myself strangely unwilling to discuss money here just now. I need to think about that one. I mean, usually with my own journal I’m pretty free, but tumblr has a certain set of social expectations I’m still working out.
The /short/ version is that I’m coming up on a financial milestone I’m really looking forward to and should hit it next month if nothing goes wrong. (Well, badly wrong. Things going a little bit wrong is to be expected and built into the plan. Plan for failure and add redundancies, that’s good engineering.) Which means I have less and less excuse for stasis. *eyes her job hunt file*
Gate of the Great Mosque of Divriği (1299)
Hey guys. Could you all do me a huge favour?
A certain blog that I will not name is… Look, I politely asked them to back off. They did not. Now my notifications are full of them. They’re making posts about me and misgendering me and I can’t take it anymore. I need to block the notes out. So can you all reblog/like this picture of Sven being adorable? Thank you so much.