Goodall’s discoveries as an ethologist revolutionized science, and she was a tireless advocate for the protection and restoration of our natural world.
It was July 1960 when Goodall, 26 years old at the time, first entered Tanzania and began her important research on chimpanzees in the wild. Throughout her study of the species, Goodall proved that primates display an array of similar behaviors to humans, such as communicate, develop individual personalities and make and use their own tools.
In October 2019, my friend @charmwasjess and I saw something unexpained while driving a dirt road on a decrepit farm in east Appalachia. I’m still not sure what it was; we call it the wrist monster.
@charmwasjess@izzydotpng My husband loves cryptology so I showed him this post! He thinks your monster could have been a Fucked Up Bear (a bear with mange)
except more fucked up than that.
It definitely sent us down a cryptid rabbithole anyway!
Ooh, thank you!!! I think y’all are onto something, Sarah!
I moonlight in some reddit bone identifying communities and skeletal bear paws are notorious for looking almost indistinguishable from human hand and finger bones. Hairless/emaciated paws could have accounted for the “wrist” portion of the wrist monster. I know we have had a bad mange epidemic in the region as well!
happy to be of cryptid help! :) now I’ve learned a bit more about bears with mange. This one for example is kinda cute but would be probably be HORRIFYING if you didn’t know what it was, from this picture its limbs look human:
In October 2019, my friend @charmwasjess and I saw something unexpained while driving a dirt road on a decrepit farm in east Appalachia. I’m still not sure what it was; we call it the wrist monster.
@charmwasjess@izzydotpng My husband loves cryptology so I showed him this post! He thinks your monster could have been a Fucked Up Bear (a bear with mange)
except more fucked up than that.
It definitely sent us down a cryptid rabbithole anyway!
It is one year since I finished and published the last chapter of The Final Act, a Mary Jane-centric Parksborn fanfic. Actually it can’t be a Parksborn fic, because one of them is dead and remains dead. In my heart and soul of course it’s a Parksborn fic (love transcends death easily), but it’s – well –
It’s really about growing up in the 00s. It’s really about me growing up in the 00s. And it was written in a different time, a less painful time. The finale makes my heart hurt now. I suppose it should.
I hope my fellow Peter, Mary Jane, Harry, and Spider-Man lovers can get something out of it. It’s hands down the best thing I’ve ever written.
I’ve not been able to stop crying for two hours, but it is tears of joy. I’ve waited so many years to see this news. 23 years I’ve waited. I cannot begin to describe what this means to the Huntington’s community.
One day I’ll write about what it’s like to grow up knowing you might have a terminal, incurable illness, and not be allowed to test yourself because “it’s such a serious decision” they don’t want it hanging over you until you’re an adult (as if it doesn’t hang over you as you witness a parent die, and know you’ve got 50% chance of inheriting the same illness–as do your siblings). One day, I will talk about how, in the fear of traumatising children with the knowledge they might be incurably, terminally ill, they also took away their right to decide over their bodies to a degree that is traumatising. One day.
But today I am going to cry. Because it’s over. Because no child will ever have to go through the same uncertainty, because at least they will know there is a treatment option available. A treatment option that one of my siblings might come to rely on. With all the shit things happening around us, my childhood hope and dream have been realised. That’s got to count for something.
Recently Spider-Man writer JM DeMatteis posted on his blog about the new Spectacular Spider-Man omnibus coming out and I decided I would leave a comment about how much his take on Harry Osborn improved my life. He actually replied!
Today I ticked an item off my bucket list and went to Alton Towers, the most popular (I think?) theme park in Britain!
I am a big fan of theme parks! I love learning everything possible about them and I follow many theme park vlogging channels on YouTube. (Theme Park Worldwide is my favourite.) Trouble is… I don’t actually like rides very much. I don’t like being too high up or too fast. And I used up all my thrill ride mojo when I rode Thor and Gold Rush on a rainy trip to Drayton Manor last week.
So I mostly stuck with the down-to-earth attractions at Alton, notably the aquarium!
My favourite thing here was the starfish (not actually fish, as it turns out). You could watch them very slowly feeding and you could touch them.
Honestly the aquarium was worth the price of admission on its own.
Forbidden Valley looks amazing! I would never have the courage to go on Nemesis Reborn but it’s STUNNING.
Toxicator is the ride that famously had a sewage pipe burst under it on its first day. It’s another one that’s a stunning feat of ride creation but I would never in a million years go on it.
In the gardens we found a mole! Just a mole casually digging holes in the daytime! I had literally never seen a living mole before!
The only thrill ride I went on (unless the Runaway Mine Train counts? It was very fun) was Hex. It’s based on the legend of the Chained Oak which I’ve always been fascinated by.
X-Sector is another part of the park that just blows the mind with its aesthetic. Here’s the Smiler and Oblivion, neither of which I would ever ride.
I did sort of want to ride Wicker Man. I’d read a lot about it and psyched myself up for it throughout the day. But unfortunately, the park closed at 4 (we thought it was 5) so it was closed by the time we got to it. It’s great to photograph though.
