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Trust's £330k appeal to buy Cerne Giant's 'lair' - if anyone is unaware of the existence of the Cerne Giant, I should issue a NSFW warning for the images - 'the ancient naked figure sculpted into the chalk in Dorset' with a gigantic todger.

The trust said purchasing the land would allow the charity to restore and care for sections of chalk grassland, plant new woodland, and create habitats to support species under threat.

Well, we think there is some primeval fertility mojo all ready to support the threatened species, no?

The National Trust has looked after the Giant and the immediately surrounding sward since 1920. (I now want to poke about in the British Newspaper Archive to see what the reporting, if any, was like....)

And in related matters of burgeoning nature and the work of the National Trust, More than 300 seal pups have been born at a colony just a month into the breeding season:

Last year, 228 pups were born at Orford Ness in Suffolk, which is home to the county's first breeding colony of grey seals.
The breeding season began in November and already hundreds have been born with still about a month to go.
Matt Wilson, the trust's countryside manager, said the team believed the entire colony now consisted of more than 1,000 seals.

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And another form of conservation: The Digital Future of Stained Glass: Data Standards and Interoperability – Why Recording Stained Glass is Important. (What this sounds like to me is a whole lot of people not talking to one another while doing very similar work and only now getting together....):

Existing data however is currently presented in wildly different formats across different databases, to varying degrees of detail and accuracy, and held on disparate websites managed by individuals. This means that the future of these resources collectively is highly insecure.

Screaming in archivist been there and done that.

Read-in-progress (not) Wednesday!

Dec. 19th, 2025 01:27 am
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Posted by Blake Seidel

We've always said that cats are life-savers, and now we have a story to prove it! And even better yet, our main character was a "dog lover" before, and through the purrfect power of cats, he broke his bad financial habits and turned his life around. If that isn't inspiring, we don't know what is.

After adopting his first stray cat, he was sold (who wouldn't be?). He realized that cats fit his lifestyle so much better, and awwficially became a certified cat-lover. And, just like cats do, they kept coming. He rescued stray after stray, slowly building his feline family to fill his home with love.

The thing is that, before he became a cat dad, he was living paycheck-to-paycheck, taking loans in order to pay off his bills all the time. It's hard to move forward when you're constantly paying off debt, right? Well, even as he took in more cats in need, he found that his spending actually decreased. We have a sneaking suspicion that, because of his love for his cats, he started making better choices, and thus spending his money with more intention. So now, even with eight cats to call his own (or rather, that they call him their own), he's feeling more pawsitive than ever, for the first time in a long time.

His whole story is purrfectly heartwarming, so read through it down below!

Treatment

Dec. 18th, 2025 11:47 am
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Scene 1 (Very vivid in my brain):

An outdoor tent at the fictional Wiltwyck Hospital under which people gather when they think they have COVID. The tent is pitched right outside the very oldest part of the hospital complex, the original building constructed in 1874, and it fronts a grove of very old trees (sugar maples? red oaks? white ash?) where birds sing and squirrels scamper, so the whole scene is very surreal, like a demented Hamptons garden party.

Since the pandemic went official, Grazia has barely been inside the hospital. Her job is to assess patients who score positive on the antigen test. Most of them are dispatched home. A few are culled from the herd and sent inside. It's kind of like a conveyor belt job in a donut factory. Simple. Mindless.

The 2020 summer in upstate New York was the hottest summer since they started keeping records. (That record has since been broken.) Inside her scrubs, beneath her full-isolation drag, Grazia is sweating like a pig and her breath rises up from her surgical mask & fogs the non-prescription glasses she's taken to buying at the Dollar Store because the hospital is too cheap to spring for protective eye gear.

She wants an N95 mask. The hospital won't spring for those, either. She even goes to a strip mall Home Depot for painter N95s though she knows they don't reliably protect against fluids.

She buys the last one anyway, wears it to work one day.

When she takes it off that night, her face is bruised.

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Scene 2 (a jump):

The ER Director tells Grazia she is being floated inside the hospital because they're short-staffed. She objects to no avail.

Status detail about how the interior of the hospital where the ER once was is practically unrecognizeable—temporary space dividers cordoning off the space in weird ways.

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Scene 3 (murky!):

The ICU. Six COVID patients. They look like extras in some weird science fiction movie about what happens after the aliens invade and start doing weird experiments on humans. Grazia is not taking care of the humans, she is taking care of their medical equipment. After all, the humans die. But the medical equipment can be reused!

Lots of grim medical status detail.

Grazia befriends a nurse named Julie. They do black humor banter.

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Scene 4 (not thought out at all):

Julie gets COVID & ends up in the ICU, where she dies.

Grazia has a mental breakdown & ends up joining a religious cult.

Scene 5 (not thought out at all):

Neal rescues Grazia from the religious cult and nurses her back to mental stability.

Last bit has to be a conversation on Neal's front porch in the Catskills—so the prose can segue back to the opening scene of the novel when the five women are congregating there.

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The religious interest is already pretty well foreshadowed, but I'll have to do some serious foreshadowing around the cult itself, plus decide: Is it a Christian cult or some weird Eastern Yoga cult?

When I first began tromping the local rail trail, I was flabbergasted to discover a Muktanada temple abutted it. Muktananda, an Indian yogic transplant, had a huge temple complex in Oakland; I once actually had a boyfriend who was a devotee. Muktananda's spiritual superpower apparently was the spontaneous awakening of kundalini in others. He particularly liked to awaken kundalini in underage female acolytes.

So, you know. A weird yoga cult appeals!

Except weird yoga cults are rarely evangelical, and I think Grazia must first become conscious of the cult because they set up some kind of recruitment station on the outskirts of the hospital's COVID tent.

But, hey! It's my party, and I can write what I want to. (Cue Leslie Gore.)

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In other news...

Submitted a client invoice, which means I'm going to spend the next five days having massive anxiety attacks. (What if they never pay me???)

Also, the nearest train station to Betsy's house, where I will be spending the weekend, turns out to be on the Harlem Metro North line. Which means I'm gonna have to drive there.

At least the weather is temporarily warmer: Rumor has it temps will hit 50° today!

And RTT moderated a meeting between Ithaca's mayor & the downtown merchants last night. He looked spiffy:

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Title: Apples
Fandom: The Fantastic Journey
Author: [personal profile] badly_knitted 
Characters: Varian, Scott, the Travellers.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 480: Amnesty 48, using Challenge 41: Fruit.
Setting: After the series.
Summary: The travellers make the most of whatever food they can collect along the way.
Disclaimer: I don’t own The Fantastic Journey, or the characters. They belong to their creators.
A/N: Triple drabble.



Apples


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Posted by Remy Millisky

You may think that your workplace runs like clockwork because you're the only person who gives 110% every day, but to your boss, that might not matter in the least. 

When you spend 40+ hours each week at your job, it's hard not to care a lot about it. Some workers start to care too much, though. It's not their fault — I think it's good to care about things, generally — but if management couldn't give a hoot about it, you shouldn't either. That's why we say to "act your wage." If your boss, who makes 6 or 7 figures a year, doesn't care if the store if messy or if clients are furious, you really shouldn't take on that emotional burden for yourself while making 5 figures. No matter how much you, as an employee, care about that space, if the bosses don't care, things will simply not change. And in that case, you can quit your job if you so choose, finding a better environment to spend your one precious life in. 

These folks have a lot in common: although they're from many different industries, almost everyone who shared their story expressed happiness that they fled their job. You'd be hard-pressed to find someone who quits a job then pines for it after the fact! It's a good reminder that you never have to just sit at a desk and be miserable for 40 hours a week if you don't want to. Change is out there, go find it!

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Posted by Jesse Kessenheimer

A $25M company wouldn't give its new employees even a lowly Christmas pizza party to celebrate the end of the year. Instead, they made workers wait until they had five years of seniority to rummage through the company's merchandise bucket. Thaaaanks…

Company loyalty is a rare thing these days. Because of that, when business do have loyal workers, they should be rewarding those tried-and-true hard workers with a little something to sweeten their employment deal, right? In an age where pensions, extended PTO benefits, and even a gold star from your boss is a rarity, the Christmas bonus is a fabled tradition of yore. So when this prospective employee first started working for a big company and noticed they still did bonuses, they were psyched! 18 months in, and after they were snubbed of their gift the first year, they didn't realize until now that the bonuses were only for employees working with the company for over 5 years. 

Apparently, 5 years of loyalty was all that earned you a Merry Christmas in this office, so the worker initiated a tongue-in-cheek protest, refusing to wish management a happy holiday until after at least 5 years of work.

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Posted by Mariel Ruvinsky

We think that we have made it known many times already that one of our dreams is to one day pet a big cat. We don't care which one - lion, tiger, bobcat… any of them would be good. We say that it's a dream, but in reality, we know that it's more of a fantasy than a dream. We are not one of those professionals who can have that. We are not part of a lion pack, we have never raised cheetahs and bonded with them, we have not are not caretakers who get their shoes attacked by jaguars. Unfortunately. We have accepted that. 

Of course, there is us being jealous of professionals doing their professional thing with big cats, and then there is… this. This person is literally living our dream, and right now, our jealousy feels very much justified. A bobcat kitten simply showing up on someone's porch one day, letting the person pet it, see its belly and hear it purr? Now, that's just unfair for the rest of us. 

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Posted by Emma Saven

Well, this is certainly a unique (and slightly dangerous) take on malicious compliance, but here goes: This father lives in a small village that focuses on growing organic food. They have everything from juicy fruits to jaw-dropping veggies…However, there does seem to be one special product they just can't locate: 100% natural honey. But this awesome dad, being the man he is, managed to find one generous beekeeping friend who has offered to provide him with enough jars for him and his daughter living abroad. 

I don't know about you guys, but my dad sometimes moans about passing me the remote, so when this dad puts so much effort into boxing and shipping her honey, she is beyond excited by the sweet gesture…That being said, the second her father passed the parcel on to the post office, things took a sour turn! After weeks of receiving thin air, this father went down to the post office to see what was going on…mortified to discover not only had the parcel been lost, but when they finally found it, the box and all its contents were completely destroyed! 

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Posted by Jesse Kessenheimer

Having a good day? Kiss your cat. Having a bad day? Kiss your cat at least one million times. 

Cats have a special way of boosting our moods. Going from zero to one hundred in the serotonin department isn't something most of us can pull off, especially in this crispy, cold, wintry slum. But when we're cuddling our cats in the warmth of the home, the rest of the world melts away. All that matters is the soft rumble of their purring bodies and the silent swishing of their sassy tail. Although we get scratched when the tummy touching quota has been exceeded, every cat lover will push the boundaries of petting to see if they can squeeze out one more morsel of delightful goodness. 

Like a factory of feel-good vibes, cats bring us the joy and love we crave every day. All you need to do is crack open a can of wet food, wiggle a feather on a string, and scratch their little empty noggin, and you've got yourself a companion for life. Turns out, it's really quite simple to feel happy: Just pet a cat.

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Posted by Ben Weiss

There is a time and a place to celebrate with one's employees. This was not one of those times.

It's no secret that many businesses are struggling right now, which inevitably means that tough decisions have to be made. This author shared the story about how unfortunately he was one of the casualties during a massive round of layoffs at his now former company. This revelation caught him off guard, but he acknowledged that he was lucky enough to have saved enough money over the years so that he could take a moment before desperately running into a potentially worse employment situation. Several of his fellow coworkers, however, were not quite as prviileged.

Still, if that challenging dynamic wasn't uncomfortable enough to navigate, what happened next on social media platforms such as LinkedIn brought a whole new meaning to discomfort. The author had been looking at various job postings on LinkedIn and doing that thing that all folks do during this transition period: applying to countless jobs en masse. Any available opening in sight, he was filling applications for.

But then, the author came across something he was not expecting. He saw several photos posted by his former boss showing just how extravagant the office Christmas party was, despite the fact that so many people at the company were recently let go. Not exactly the best look, sir!

Aggressive trees and greenery

Dec. 18th, 2025 03:08 pm
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The last time [personal profile] waxjism rearranged plants she put the three biggest ones - trees, they are trees - all at the west livingroom window.



Left to right (above) are Benjamin the ficus benjamina or weeping fig - inherited from Wax's granny and at least 25 years old; Jules Feiffer the pachira aquatica or money tree - bought as a baby from a nursery because I really wanted it (love the braided trunk) between 2014-2016, so it's pretty old, but it's only ever grown up and it never gets any fatter and barely has any roots; and Nelly the Hibiscus × rosa-sinensis, known colloquially as Chinese hibiscus, China rose, Hawaiian hibiscus, rose mallow and shoeblack plant - this was MIL's pride and joy and I think Wax said it's older than her, so probably at least 50 now. Jules especially is apparently crazy about the light there, even though the grow light died and Wax replaced it temporarily with a normal lightbulb. The window is a jungle.

The north window shelf is covered with three Thanksgiving cacti, two dormant orchids, a philodendron Henderson's Pride, and a polka dotted begonia. This shelf has been more cluttered at times, but it still gives a very strongly planty impression.
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