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marithlizard: taraljc: seperis: sapphic-pink-kryptonite: phoenixonwheels: linkedsoul: little-miss-stan: elegantmess100: blossombarnes: retroasgardian: reddobastard: onethingconstant: songbirde108: mercurialkitty: emmagrant01: clevermanka: youcangofindatree: moremetalthanyourmom: Okay but after seeing this I started doing it too and it’s amazing how many men I’ve run into bc they expected me to move Gotta try it I work (and walk) on a college campus. I’ve lost count of how many men I’ve smacked shoulders with. Recently, I was standing outside my son’s classroom waiting to talk to his teacher. I stood on one side of the hallway, not even close to the center. At some point, a man came walking along. I was standing right in his path, but the hallway was empty, so I logically expected him to swerve around me. Instead he kept walking right toward me, got to me, and stopped, as if waiting for me to get out of his way. I didn’t; I just smiled politely at him. He finally walked around me, clearly annoyed that I hadn’t leapt out of his manly path. Now I’m wishing I’d leapt aside, taken off my jacket and laid it on the floor before him, then bowed deeply and said, “My Liege!” I also work at a college campus. I smack shoulders sometimes, but I find that if I stare straight ahead and follow the advice below, people get the heck out of the way. Honestly this post changed how I carry myself when walking alone in public, or in a situation where I’m the one leading. People definitely move for the murder gaze. Confirmed. I once had to rush back inside a convention hall as the con was closing in order to a retrieve a sick friend’s medication, and I didn’t understand why people in the crowd were jumping out of my way (literally—one guy vaulted a table) until I realized I was dressed as the Winter Soldier and doing the Murder Walk because that’s just how I walk in those boots. I got the meds, got out, and made a mental note. I repeated the experiment later, wearing the boots but otherwise my usual clothing and mimicking the expression I thought I’d had at that moment. People parted like I was Charlton Heston. I now wear that style of boots whenever possible. I recently had a man do a double-take as I walked by and ask me, politely, where I had served because I “looked like a soldier.” I’m not current or former military. I was wearing a flowy purple peasant top and looked as un-soldierlike as possible. Moral of the story: wear comfortable shoes, square your shoulders, and walk like you’ve been sent to murder Captain America. WALK LIKE YOU’VE BEEN SENT TO MURDER CAPTAIN AMERICA It’s called the Murder Strut. IT’S BACK!!!!!! I was searching for this to show my daughter the other day and couldn’t find it. I’m so glad IT’S BACK!! I will always reblog the Murder Strut!! A guy on a bike went around me because he could tell I had no intention of moving. Thanks to this post. One day and I bumped into a guy while doing the Murder Strut and he apologized to me even though I was the one who had bumped into him. It works wonders. In case you were wondering, yes you can do this in a wheelchair. Same look in your eyes and let ‘em know you will run them down. Just picture yourself in a sports car accelerating towards someone with the intention of flattening them. If there’s anything more satisfying than watching Abled men leap out of my way when they realize I’m not moving for them, I can’t think of it atm. Walk like you’ve been sent to murder Captain America. Wheel like you’re gonna win the Indy 500 and don’t care how. Your crutches are short swords; walk like you can see them buried in the bodies of anyone who crosses (in front of) you. Tumblr: teaching women how to be Moses and part the fucking Red Sea with the power of their minds. I had never seen these updates to the Patriarchy Chicken Game before and they are all a goddam DELIGHT Patriarchy Chicken and The Murder Strut, dance names for the new millenium.  : Anna Breslaw @annabreslavw My sister is doing arn experiment: Whenever men walk towards her, she doesn't move out of the way first. So far she has collided with 28 men. 12/13/14, 5:04 PNM marithlizard: taraljc: seperis: sapphic-pink-kryptonite: phoenixonwheels: linkedsoul: little-miss-stan: elegantmess100: blossombarnes: retroasgardian: reddobastard: onethingconstant: songbirde108: mercurialkitty: emmagrant01: clevermanka: youcangofindatree: moremetalthanyourmom: Okay but after seeing this I started doing it too and it’s amazing how many men I’ve run into bc they expected me to move Gotta try it I work (and walk) on a college campus. I’ve lost count of how many men I’ve smacked shoulders with. Recently, I was standing outside my son’s classroom waiting to talk to his teacher. I stood on one side of the hallway, not even close to the center. At some point, a man came walking along. I was standing right in his path, but the hallway was empty, so I logically expected him to swerve around me. Instead he kept walking right toward me, got to me, and stopped, as if waiting for me to get out of his way. I didn’t; I just smiled politely at him. He finally walked around me, clearly annoyed that I hadn’t leapt out of his manly path. Now I’m wishing I’d leapt aside, taken off my jacket and laid it on the floor before him, then bowed deeply and said, “My Liege!” I also work at a college campus. I smack shoulders sometimes, but I find that if I stare straight ahead and follow the advice below, people get the heck out of the way. Honestly this post changed how I carry myself when walking alone in public, or in a situation where I’m the one leading. People definitely move for the murder gaze. Confirmed. I once had to rush back inside a convention hall as the con was closing in order to a retrieve a sick friend’s medication, and I didn’t understand why people in the crowd were jumping out of my way (literally—one guy vaulted a table) until I realized I was dressed as the Winter Soldier and doing the Murder Walk because that’s just how I walk in those boots. I got the meds, got out, and made a mental note. I repeated the experiment later, wearing the boots but otherwise my usual clothing and mimicking the expression I thought I’d had at that moment. People parted like I was Charlton Heston. I now wear that style of boots whenever possible. I recently had a man do a double-take as I walked by and ask me, politely, where I had served because I “looked like a soldier.” I’m not current or former military. I was wearing a flowy purple peasant top and looked as un-soldierlike as possible. Moral of the story: wear comfortable shoes, square your shoulders, and walk like you’ve been sent to murder Captain America. WALK LIKE YOU’VE BEEN SENT TO MURDER CAPTAIN AMERICA It’s called the Murder Strut. IT’S BACK!!!!!! I was searching for this to show my daughter the other day and couldn’t find it. I’m so glad IT’S BACK!! I will always reblog the Murder Strut!! A guy on a bike went around me because he could tell I had no intention of moving. Thanks to this post. One day and I bumped into a guy while doing the Murder Strut and he apologized to me even though I was the one who had bumped into him. It works wonders. In case you were wondering, yes you can do this in a wheelchair. Same look in your eyes and let ‘em know you will run them down. Just picture yourself in a sports car accelerating towards someone with the intention of flattening them. If there’s anything more satisfying than watching Abled men leap out of my way when they realize I’m not moving for them, I can’t think of it atm. Walk like you’ve been sent to murder Captain America. Wheel like you’re gonna win the Indy 500 and don’t care how. Your crutches are short swords; walk like you can see them buried in the bodies of anyone who crosses (in front of) you. Tumblr: teaching women how to be Moses and part the fucking Red Sea with the power of their minds. I had never seen these updates to the Patriarchy Chicken Game before and they are all a goddam DELIGHT Patriarchy Chicken and The Murder Strut, dance names for the new millenium. 
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lolzandtrollz:The Banana Experiment: THE EXPERIMENT A GROUP OF SCIENTISTS PLACED 5 MONKEYS IN A CAGE AND IN THE MIDDLE, A LADDER WITH BANANAS ON TOP. EVERY TIME A MONKEY WENT UP THE LADDER, THE SCIENTISTS SOAKED THE REST OF THE MONKEYS WITH COLD WATER AFTER A WHILE, EVERY TIME A MONKEY WENT UP THE LADDER, THE OTHER ONES BEAT UP THE ONE ON THE LADDER. AFTER SOME TIME, NO MONKEY DARE TO GO UP THE LADDER REGARDLESS OF THE TEMPTATION SCIENTISTS THEN DECIDED TO SUBSTITUTE ONE OF THE MONKEYS. THE FIRST THING THIS NEW MONKEY DID WAS TO GO UP THE LADDER. IMMEDIATELY THE OTHER MONKEYS BEAT HIM UP AFTER SEVERAL BEATINGS, THE NEW MEMBER LEARNED NOT TO CLIMB THE LADDER EVEN THOUGH NEVER KNEW WHY THE SECOND MONKEY WAS SUBSTITUTED AND THE SAME OCCURED. THE FIRST MONKEY PARTICIPATED ON THE BEATING FOR THE SECOND MONKEY. A THIRD MONKEY WAS CHANGED AND THE SAME WAS REPEATED. THE FOURTH WAS SUBSTITUTED AND THE BEATING WAS REPEATED AND FINALLY THE FIFTH MONKEY WAS REPLACED. WHAT WAS LEFT WAS A GROUP OF 5 MONKEYS THAT EVEN THOUGH NEVER RECEIVED A COLD SHOWER, CONTINUED TO BEAT UP ANY MONKEY WHO ATTEMPTED TO CLIMB THE LADDER. IF IT WAS POSSIBLE TO ASK THE MONKEYS WHY THEY WOULD BEAT UPALL THOSE WHO ATTEMPTED TO GO UP THE LADDER, I BET THEIR ANSWER WOULD BE "I DON T KNOW. THAT S HOW THINGS ARE DONE AROUND HERE." DON'T MISS THE OPPORTUNITY TO SHARE THIS WITH OTHERS AS THEY MIGHT BE ASKING THEMSELVES WHY WE CONTINUE TO DO WHAT WE ARE DOING IF THERE IS A DIFFERENT WAY OUT THERE Conclusion: Don't follow others behavior, think before you follow. lolzandtrollz:The Banana Experiment

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To celebrate Minecraft’s 10 year anniversary, here is me and my project in this year’s Intel ISEF competition.: Biomes' Impact on Monster Density in Minecraft 1. Introduction and Hypothesis Minecraft is a survival/sandbox biocks. You can find monsters in the game that will spawn in that there are more monsters i came from 2009 where the goal is to survive in a world filled with ISEF dark areas. Observations has suesested n caves underground during daytime compared to at night. This suggest density of monsters in a place is affected by how many places in the area that s or monsters to spawn. The fewer places, the higher density. By this assumption, the numbes oawn in an area should be affected by the biome where the area is located SEF that the oA 3. Execution monsters who will Minccrants own system fot peogramming was used so make the exccudion aulomatic In summary, the experiment was conducted as ollows 2. Purpose The purpose of this project is to look at how changes in the mpact the number of monsters who will spawn in an area: -A platform was madc ai a predeterminot place in the game 4. Results The results are presented in arrays below weather and time got adjusied to a standard After a while the number of monsters on the platformm got counted and written down The platform was moved to a new location 13 diffencet biomes, 4 different heights and 10 different types of underlay on the platform got tested with this sctup n and conclusion ent biomes had the biggest impact on the number of monsters who spawned. The biome Deep Ocean has the highest density rs by a large margin. The follow up is the Swamp biome. Both of these biomes arc mostly water The biome with the lowest Taiga, followed by the two types of plains. These biomes has a lot of available land for monsters too spawn, so this was n the view of the hypothesis. rence between the different heights are smaller, but the difference is still there. The surface in the Minecraft world are at 64 we can see a lower density of monsters at that height. The highest platforms got the highest density of monsters s of underlay give some difference in density, but the varicty is small This can be explained by the inaccuracy of the crent types s, so it doesn't seam like the undcrlay has any effect on the monsters. se results, there seems to be no doubt that the biome and hcight an area is located, greatly affect how many monsters who will there. The hypothesi s loo spawn got the highest number of monsters on average. There seems too be some kind of correlation, but a different study be conducted too find out if this hypothesis is right s in the introduction seems to have got something right since the biomes with the least available places for To celebrate Minecraft’s 10 year anniversary, here is me and my project in this year’s Intel ISEF competition.

To celebrate Minecraft’s 10 year anniversary, here is me and my project in this year’s Intel ISEF competition.

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little-miss-stan: elegantmess100: blossombarnes: retroasgardian: reddobastard: onethingconstant: songbirde108: mercurialkitty: emmagrant01: clevermanka: youcangofindatree: moremetalthanyourmom: Okay but after seeing this I started doing it too and it’s amazing how many men I’ve run into bc they expected me to move Gotta try it I work (and walk) on a college campus. I’ve lost count of how many men I’ve smacked shoulders with. Recently, I was standing outside my son’s classroom waiting to talk to his teacher. I stood on one side of the hallway, not even close to the center. At some point, a man came walking along. I was standing right in his path, but the hallway was empty, so I logically expected him to swerve around me. Instead he kept walking right toward me, got to me, and stopped, as if waiting for me to get out of his way. I didn’t; I just smiled politely at him. He finally walked around me, clearly annoyed that I hadn’t leapt out of his manly path. Now I’m wishing I’d leapt aside, taken off my jacket and laid it on the floor before him, then bowed deeply and said, “My Liege!” I also work at a college campus. I smack shoulders sometimes, but I find that if I stare straight ahead and follow the advice below, people get the heck out of the way. Honestly this post changed how I carry myself when walking alone in public, or in a situation where I’m the one leading. People definitely move for the murder gaze. Confirmed. I once had to rush back inside a convention hall as the con was closing in order to a retrieve a sick friend’s medication, and I didn’t understand why people in the crowd were jumping out of my way (literally—one guy vaulted a table) until I realized I was dressed as the Winter Soldier and doing the Murder Walk because that’s just how I walk in those boots. I got the meds, got out, and made a mental note. I repeated the experiment later, wearing the boots but otherwise my usual clothing and mimicking the expression I thought I’d had at that moment. People parted like I was Charlton Heston. I now wear that style of boots whenever possible. I recently had a man do a double-take as I walked by and ask me, politely, where I had served because I “looked like a soldier.” I’m not current or former military. I was wearing a flowy purple peasant top and looked as un-soldierlike as possible. Moral of the story: wear comfortable shoes, square your shoulders, and walk like you’ve been sent to murder Captain America. WALK LIKE YOU’VE BEEN SENT TO MURDER CAPTAIN AMERICA It’s called the Murder Strut. IT’S BACK!!!!!! I was searching for this to show my daughter the other day and couldn’t find it. I’m so glad IT’S BACK!! I will always reblog the Murder Strut!! A guy on a bike went around me because he could tell I had no intention of moving. Thanks to this post. : Anna Breslaw @annabreslavw My sister is doing arn experiment: Whenever men walk towards her, she doesn't move out of the way first. So far she has collided with 28 men. 12/13/14, 5:04 PNM little-miss-stan: elegantmess100: blossombarnes: retroasgardian: reddobastard: onethingconstant: songbirde108: mercurialkitty: emmagrant01: clevermanka: youcangofindatree: moremetalthanyourmom: Okay but after seeing this I started doing it too and it’s amazing how many men I’ve run into bc they expected me to move Gotta try it I work (and walk) on a college campus. I’ve lost count of how many men I’ve smacked shoulders with. Recently, I was standing outside my son’s classroom waiting to talk to his teacher. I stood on one side of the hallway, not even close to the center. At some point, a man came walking along. I was standing right in his path, but the hallway was empty, so I logically expected him to swerve around me. Instead he kept walking right toward me, got to me, and stopped, as if waiting for me to get out of his way. I didn’t; I just smiled politely at him. He finally walked around me, clearly annoyed that I hadn’t leapt out of his manly path. Now I’m wishing I’d leapt aside, taken off my jacket and laid it on the floor before him, then bowed deeply and said, “My Liege!” I also work at a college campus. I smack shoulders sometimes, but I find that if I stare straight ahead and follow the advice below, people get the heck out of the way. Honestly this post changed how I carry myself when walking alone in public, or in a situation where I’m the one leading. People definitely move for the murder gaze. Confirmed. I once had to rush back inside a convention hall as the con was closing in order to a retrieve a sick friend’s medication, and I didn’t understand why people in the crowd were jumping out of my way (literally—one guy vaulted a table) until I realized I was dressed as the Winter Soldier and doing the Murder Walk because that’s just how I walk in those boots. I got the meds, got out, and made a mental note. I repeated the experiment later, wearing the boots but otherwise my usual clothing and mimicking the expression I thought I’d had at that moment. People parted like I was Charlton Heston. I now wear that style of boots whenever possible. I recently had a man do a double-take as I walked by and ask me, politely, where I had served because I “looked like a soldier.” I’m not current or former military. I was wearing a flowy purple peasant top and looked as un-soldierlike as possible. Moral of the story: wear comfortable shoes, square your shoulders, and walk like you’ve been sent to murder Captain America. WALK LIKE YOU’VE BEEN SENT TO MURDER CAPTAIN AMERICA It’s called the Murder Strut. IT’S BACK!!!!!! I was searching for this to show my daughter the other day and couldn’t find it. I’m so glad IT’S BACK!! I will always reblog the Murder Strut!! A guy on a bike went around me because he could tell I had no intention of moving. Thanks to this post.
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sonic hedgehog: fuckingflying I hate linguistic anthropology. Why? One of the most influential experiments in linguistic anthropology involved teaching a chimp asl. One of the most influential linguistics is named Noam Chomsky. You know what the chimp's name was? Nim Chimpsky Fucking monkey purn And this is in textbooks, in documentaries, everywhere. And everyone just IGNORES THIS GOD AWFUL PUN cause of how important the experiment was. But BUT LOOK AT THIS SHIT. FUCKING NIM CHIMPSKY. I HATE THIS WHOLE FIELD. dendritic-trees Its not just the linguistic anthropologists. There's a group of very important genes that determine if your body develops in the right shape/ organization... they are called the hedgehog genes, because fruit fly geneticists are all ridiculous. The different hedgehog genes are all named after different hedgehogs. And then someone decided to get clever and name one "sonic hedgehog" because this is just what fruitfly geneticists do. Well sonic hedgehog controls brain development, and now actual doctors are stuck in the position of explaining to grieving parents that their child's lethal birth defects or life-threatening tumors are caused by a "sonic hedgehog mutation". And this is why no one will invite the fruit fly people to parties error-404-fuck-not-found Biogeochemical scientists, upon discovering the complex mechanisms that govern the storage and use of molecular iron on our planet, decided to call this cycle "the ferrous wheel" We groaned about that for at least five solid minutes. callmegallifreya The phenomenon of sneezing when exposed to sudden bright light is called an Autosomal-dominant Compelling Helio Opthalmic Outburst. ACHOO Half a byte of data is a nibble. theactualcluegirl An unidentified, repetitive computer error is called a Bug, because the first one of those they discovered to be the fault of a moth fluttering against the vacuum tubes I think we need to admit that academics and engineers are lonely, stressed people whose brains go funny places when deprived of sleep and fed too much coffee instead sonic hedgehog
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little-miss-stan: elegantmess100: blossombarnes: retroasgardian: reddobastard: onethingconstant: songbirde108: mercurialkitty: emmagrant01: clevermanka: youcangofindatree: moremetalthanyourmom: Okay but after seeing this I started doing it too and it’s amazing how many men I’ve run into bc they expected me to move Gotta try it I work (and walk) on a college campus. I’ve lost count of how many men I’ve smacked shoulders with. Recently, I was standing outside my son’s classroom waiting to talk to his teacher. I stood on one side of the hallway, not even close to the center. At some point, a man came walking along. I was standing right in his path, but the hallway was empty, so I logically expected him to swerve around me. Instead he kept walking right toward me, got to me, and stopped, as if waiting for me to get out of his way. I didn’t; I just smiled politely at him. He finally walked around me, clearly annoyed that I hadn’t leapt out of his manly path. Now I’m wishing I’d leapt aside, taken off my jacket and laid it on the floor before him, then bowed deeply and said, “My Liege!” I also work at a college campus. I smack shoulders sometimes, but I find that if I stare straight ahead and follow the advice below, people get the heck out of the way. Honestly this post changed how I carry myself when walking alone in public, or in a situation where I’m the one leading. People definitely move for the murder gaze. Confirmed. I once had to rush back inside a convention hall as the con was closing in order to a retrieve a sick friend’s medication, and I didn’t understand why people in the crowd were jumping out of my way (literally—one guy vaulted a table) until I realized I was dressed as the Winter Soldier and doing the Murder Walk because that’s just how I walk in those boots. I got the meds, got out, and made a mental note. I repeated the experiment later, wearing the boots but otherwise my usual clothing and mimicking the expression I thought I’d had at that moment. People parted like I was Charlton Heston. I now wear that style of boots whenever possible. I recently had a man do a double-take as I walked by and ask me, politely, where I had served because I “looked like a soldier.” I’m not current or former military. I was wearing a flowy purple peasant top and looked as un-soldierlike as possible. Moral of the story: wear comfortable shoes, square your shoulders, and walk like you’ve been sent to murder Captain America. WALK LIKE YOU’VE BEEN SENT TO MURDER CAPTAIN AMERICA It’s called the Murder Strut. IT’S BACK!!!!!! I was searching for this to show my daughter the other day and couldn’t find it. I’m so glad IT’S BACK!! I will always reblog the Murder Strut!! A guy on a bike went around me because he could tell I had no intention of moving. Thanks to this post. : Anna Breslaw @annabreslavw My sister is doing arn experiment: Whenever men walk towards her, she doesn't move out of the way first. So far she has collided with 28 men. 12/13/14, 5:04 PNM little-miss-stan: elegantmess100: blossombarnes: retroasgardian: reddobastard: onethingconstant: songbirde108: mercurialkitty: emmagrant01: clevermanka: youcangofindatree: moremetalthanyourmom: Okay but after seeing this I started doing it too and it’s amazing how many men I’ve run into bc they expected me to move Gotta try it I work (and walk) on a college campus. I’ve lost count of how many men I’ve smacked shoulders with. Recently, I was standing outside my son’s classroom waiting to talk to his teacher. I stood on one side of the hallway, not even close to the center. At some point, a man came walking along. I was standing right in his path, but the hallway was empty, so I logically expected him to swerve around me. Instead he kept walking right toward me, got to me, and stopped, as if waiting for me to get out of his way. I didn’t; I just smiled politely at him. He finally walked around me, clearly annoyed that I hadn’t leapt out of his manly path. Now I’m wishing I’d leapt aside, taken off my jacket and laid it on the floor before him, then bowed deeply and said, “My Liege!” I also work at a college campus. I smack shoulders sometimes, but I find that if I stare straight ahead and follow the advice below, people get the heck out of the way. Honestly this post changed how I carry myself when walking alone in public, or in a situation where I’m the one leading. People definitely move for the murder gaze. Confirmed. I once had to rush back inside a convention hall as the con was closing in order to a retrieve a sick friend’s medication, and I didn’t understand why people in the crowd were jumping out of my way (literally—one guy vaulted a table) until I realized I was dressed as the Winter Soldier and doing the Murder Walk because that’s just how I walk in those boots. I got the meds, got out, and made a mental note. I repeated the experiment later, wearing the boots but otherwise my usual clothing and mimicking the expression I thought I’d had at that moment. People parted like I was Charlton Heston. I now wear that style of boots whenever possible. I recently had a man do a double-take as I walked by and ask me, politely, where I had served because I “looked like a soldier.” I’m not current or former military. I was wearing a flowy purple peasant top and looked as un-soldierlike as possible. Moral of the story: wear comfortable shoes, square your shoulders, and walk like you’ve been sent to murder Captain America. WALK LIKE YOU’VE BEEN SENT TO MURDER CAPTAIN AMERICA It’s called the Murder Strut. IT’S BACK!!!!!! I was searching for this to show my daughter the other day and couldn’t find it. I’m so glad IT’S BACK!! I will always reblog the Murder Strut!! A guy on a bike went around me because he could tell I had no intention of moving. Thanks to this post.
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epicjohndoe: This Experiment Made A Lot Of People Think: THE EXPERIMENT A GROUP OF SCIENTISTS PLACED 5 MONKEYS IN A CAGE AND IN THE MIDDLE, A LADDER WITH BANANAS ON TOP EVERY TIME A MONKEY WENT UP THE LADDER, THE SCIENTISTS SOAKED THE REST OF THE MONKEYS WITH COLD WATER. AFTER A WHILE, EVERY TIME A MONKEY WENT UP THE LADDER, THE OTHER ONES BEAT UP THE ONE ON THE LADDER. AFTER SOME TIME, NO MONKEY DARE TO GO UP THE LADDER REGARDLESS OF THE TEMPTATION. SCIENTISTS THEN DECIDED TO SUBSTITUTE ONE OF THE MONKEYS. THE FIRST THING THIS NEW MONKEY DID WAS TO GO UP THE LADDER. IMMEDIATELY THE OTHER MONKEYS BEAT HIM UP. AFTER SEVERAL BEATINGS, THE NEW MEMBER LEARNED NOT TO CLIMB THE LADDER EVEN THOUGH NEVER KNEW WHY THE SECOND MONKEY WAS SUBSTITUTED AND THE SAME OCCURED. THE FIRST MONKEY PARTICIPATED ON THE BEATING FOR THE SECOND MONKEY. A THIRD MONKEY WAS CHANGED AND THE SAME WAS REPEATED. THE FOURTH WAS SUBSTITUTED AND THE BEATING WAS REPEATED AND FINALLY THE FIFTH MONKEY WAS REPLACED. WHAT WAS LEFT WAS A GROUP OF 5 MONKEYS THAT EVEN THOUGH NEVER RECEIVED A COLD SHOWER, CONTINUED TO BEAT UP ANY MONKEY WHO ATTEMPTED TO CLIMB THE LADDER. IF IT WAS POSSIBLE TO ASK THE MONKEYS WHY THEY WOULD BEAT UPALL THOSE WHO ATTEMPTED TO GO UP THE LADDER, I BET THEIR ANSWER WOULD BE: "I DON T KNOW. THAT'S HOW THINGS ARE DONE AROUND HERE." DON T MISS THE OPPORTUNITY TO SHARE THIS WITH OTHERS AS THEY MIGHT BE ASKING THEMSELVES WHY WE CONTINUE TO DO WHAT WE ARE DOING IF THERE IS A DIFFERENT WAY OUT THERE. Conclusion: Don't follow others behavior, think before you follow. And sorry for the long post, here's a BANANA epicjohndoe: This Experiment Made A Lot Of People Think

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epicjohndoe: This Experiment Made A Lot Of People Think: THE EXPERIMENT A GROUP OF SCIENTISTS PLACED 5 MONKEYS IN A CAGE AND IN THE MIDDLE, A LADDER WITH BANANAS ON TOP EVERY TIME A MONKEY WENT UP THE LADDER, THE SCIENTISTS SOAKED THE REST OF THE MONKEYS WITH COLD WATER. AFTER A WHILE, EVERY TIME A MONKEY WENT UP THE LADDER, THE OTHER ONES BEAT UP THE ONE ON THE LADDER. AFTER SOME TIME, NO MONKEY DARE TO GO UP THE LADDER REGARDLESS OF THE TEMPTATION. SCIENTISTS THEN DECIDED TO SUBSTITUTE ONE OF THE MONKEYS. THE FIRST THING THIS NEW MONKEY DID WAS TO GO UP THE LADDER. IMMEDIATELY THE OTHER MONKEYS BEAT HIM UP. AFTER SEVERAL BEATINGS, THE NEW MEMBER LEARNED NOT TO CLIMB THE LADDER EVEN THOUGH NEVER KNEW WHY THE SECOND MONKEY WAS SUBSTITUTED AND THE SAME OCCURED. THE FIRST MONKEY PARTICIPATED ON THE BEATING FOR THE SECOND MONKEY. A THIRD MONKEY WAS CHANGED AND THE SAME WAS REPEATED. THE FOURTH WAS SUBSTITUTED AND THE BEATING WAS REPEATED AND FINALLY THE FIFTH MONKEY WAS REPLACED. WHAT WAS LEFT WAS A GROUP OF 5 MONKEYS THAT EVEN THOUGH NEVER RECEIVED A COLD SHOWER, CONTINUED TO BEAT UP ANY MONKEY WHO ATTEMPTED TO CLIMB THE LADDER. IF IT WAS POSSIBLE TO ASK THE MONKEYS WHY THEY WOULD BEAT UPALL THOSE WHO ATTEMPTED TO GO UP THE LADDER, I BET THEIR ANSWER WOULD BE: "I DON T KNOW. THAT'S HOW THINGS ARE DONE AROUND HERE." DON T MISS THE OPPORTUNITY TO SHARE THIS WITH OTHERS AS THEY MIGHT BE ASKING THEMSELVES WHY WE CONTINUE TO DO WHAT WE ARE DOING IF THERE IS A DIFFERENT WAY OUT THERE. Conclusion: Don't follow others behavior, think before you follow. And sorry for the long post, here's a BANANA epicjohndoe: This Experiment Made A Lot Of People Think

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epicjohndoe: This Experiment Made A Lot Of People Think: THE EXPERIMENT A GROUP OF SCIENTISTS PLACED 5 MONKEYS IN A CAGE AND IN THE MIDDLE, A LADDER WITH BANANAS ON TOP EVERY TIME A MONKEY WENT UP THE LADDER, THE SCIENTISTS SOAKED THE REST OF THE MONKEYS WITH COLD WATER. AFTER A WHILE, EVERY TIME A MONKEY WENT UP THE LADDER, THE OTHER ONES BEAT UP THE ONE ON THE LADDER. AFTER SOME TIME, NO MONKEY DARE TO GO UP THE LADDER REGARDLESS OF THE TEMPTATION. SCIENTISTS THEN DECIDED TO SUBSTITUTE ONE OF THE MONKEYS. THE FIRST THING THIS NEW MONKEY DID WAS TO GO UP THE LADDER. IMMEDIATELY THE OTHER MONKEYS BEAT HIM UP. AFTER SEVERAL BEATINGS, THE NEW MEMBER LEARNED NOT TO CLIMB THE LADDER EVEN THOUGH NEVER KNEW WHY THE SECOND MONKEY WAS SUBSTITUTED AND THE SAME OCCURED. THE FIRST MONKEY PARTICIPATED ON THE BEATING FOR THE SECOND MONKEY. A THIRD MONKEY WAS CHANGED AND THE SAME WAS REPEATED. THE FOURTH WAS SUBSTITUTED AND THE BEATING WAS REPEATED AND FINALLY THE FIFTH MONKEY WAS REPLACED. WHAT WAS LEFT WAS A GROUP OF 5 MONKEYS THAT EVEN THOUGH NEVER RECEIVED A COLD SHOWER, CONTINUED TO BEAT UP ANY MONKEY WHO ATTEMPTED TO CLIMB THE LADDER. IF IT WAS POSSIBLE TO ASK THE MONKEYS WHY THEY WOULD BEAT UPALL THOSE WHO ATTEMPTED TO GO UP THE LADDER, I BET THEIR ANSWER WOULD BE: "I DON T KNOW. THAT'S HOW THINGS ARE DONE AROUND HERE." DON T MISS THE OPPORTUNITY TO SHARE THIS WITH OTHERS AS THEY MIGHT BE ASKING THEMSELVES WHY WE CONTINUE TO DO WHAT WE ARE DOING IF THERE IS A DIFFERENT WAY OUT THERE. Conclusion: Don't follow others behavior, think before you follow. And sorry for the long post, here's a BANANA epicjohndoe: This Experiment Made A Lot Of People Think

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epicjohndoe: This Experiment Made A Lot Of People Think: THE EXPERIMENT A GROUP OF SCIENTISTS PLACED 5 MONKEYS IN A CAGE AND IN THE MIDDLE, A LADDER WITH BANANAS ON TOP EVERY TIME A MONKEY WENT UP THE LADDER, THE SCIENTISTS SOAKED THE REST OF THE MONKEYS WITH COLD WATER. AFTER A WHILE, EVERY TIME A MONKEY WENT UP THE LADDER, THE OTHER ONES BEAT UP THE ONE ON THE LADDER. AFTER SOME TIME, NO MONKEY DARE TO GO UP THE LADDER REGARDLESS OF THE TEMPTATION. SCIENTISTS THEN DECIDED TO SUBSTITUTE ONE OF THE MONKEYS. THE FIRST THING THIS NEW MONKEY DID WAS TO GO UP THE LADDER. IMMEDIATELY THE OTHER MONKEYS BEAT HIM UP. AFTER SEVERAL BEATINGS, THE NEW MEMBER LEARNED NOT TO CLIMB THE LADDER EVEN THOUGH NEVER KNEW WHY THE SECOND MONKEY WAS SUBSTITUTED AND THE SAME OCCURED. THE FIRST MONKEY PARTICIPATED ON THE BEATING FOR THE SECOND MONKEY. A THIRD MONKEY WAS CHANGED AND THE SAME WAS REPEATED. THE FOURTH WAS SUBSTITUTED AND THE BEATING WAS REPEATED AND FINALLY THE FIFTH MONKEY WAS REPLACED. WHAT WAS LEFT WAS A GROUP OF 5 MONKEYS THAT EVEN THOUGH NEVER RECEIVED A COLD SHOWER, CONTINUED TO BEAT UP ANY MONKEY WHO ATTEMPTED TO CLIMB THE LADDER. IF IT WAS POSSIBLE TO ASK THE MONKEYS WHY THEY WOULD BEAT UPALL THOSE WHO ATTEMPTED TO GO UP THE LADDER, I BET THEIR ANSWER WOULD BE: "I DON T KNOW. THAT'S HOW THINGS ARE DONE AROUND HERE." DON T MISS THE OPPORTUNITY TO SHARE THIS WITH OTHERS AS THEY MIGHT BE ASKING THEMSELVES WHY WE CONTINUE TO DO WHAT WE ARE DOING IF THERE IS A DIFFERENT WAY OUT THERE. Conclusion: Don't follow others behavior, think before you follow. And sorry for the long post, here's a BANANA epicjohndoe: This Experiment Made A Lot Of People Think

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srsfunny:The Banana Experiment: THE EXPERIMENT A GROUP OF SCIENTISTS PLACED 5 MONKEYS IN A CAGE AND IN THE MIDDLE, A LADDER WITH BANANAS ON TOP. EVERY TIME A MONKEY WENT UP THE LADDER, THE SCIENTISTS SOAKED THE REST OF THE MONKEYS WITH COLD WATER. AFTER A WHILE, EVERY TIME A MONKEY WENT UP THE LADDER, THE OTHER ONES BEAT UP THE ONE ON THE LADDER. AFTER SOME TIME, NO MONKEY DARE TO GO UP THE LADDER REGARDLESS OF THE TEMPTATION. SCIENTISTS THEN DECIDED TO SUBSTITUTE ONE OF THE MONKEYS. THE FIRST THING THIS NEW MONKEY DID WAS TO GO UP THE LADDER. IMMEDIATELY THE OTHER MONKEYS BEAT HIM UP. AFTER SEVERAL BEATINGS, THE NEW MEMBER LEARNED NOT TO CLIMB THE LADDER EVEN THOUGH NEVER KNEW WHY THE SECOND MONKEY WAS SUBSTITUTED AND THE SAME OCCURED. THE FIRST MONKEY PARTICIPATED ON THE BEATING FOR THE SECOND MONKEY. A THIRD MONKEY WAS CHANGED AND THE SAME WAS REPEATED. THE FOURTH WAS SUBSTITUTED AND THE BEATING WAS REPEATED AND FINALLY THE FIFTH MONKEY WAS REPLACED. WHAT WAS LEFT WAS A GROUP OF 5 MONKEYS THAT EVEN THOUGH NEVER RECEIVED A COLD SHOWER CONTINUED TO BEAT UP ANY MONKEY WHO ATTEMPTED TO CLIMB THE LADDER. IF IT WAS POSSIBLE TO ASK THE MONKEYS WHY THEY WOULD BEAT UPALL THOSE WHO ATTEMPTED TO GO UP THE LADDER, I BET THEIR ANSWER WOULD BE: "I DON TKNOW. THAT S HOW THINGS ARE DONE AROUND HERE." DON T MISS THE OPPORTUNITY TO SHARE THIS WITH OTHERS AS THEY MIGHT BE ASKING THEMSELVES WHY WE CONTINUE TO DO WHAT WE ARE DOING IF THERE IS A DIFFERENT WAY OUT THERE. Conclusion Don't follow others behavior, think before you follow. srsfunny:The Banana Experiment

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solitarelee: 221cbakerstreet: spookyrawr: rassoey: avianawareness: aph-romania: reallymisscoffee: dansknapp: stultiloquentia: doctormemelordmd: fangirling-so-hard-rn: Crows are scaryThey use tools Can be taught to speak (like parrots) Have huge brains for birds like seriously their brain-to-body size ratio is equal to that of a chimpanzee They vocalize anger, sadness, or happiness in response to things they are scary smart at solving puzzles some crows stay with their mates until one of them dies they can remember faces SIDENOTE HERE BECAUSE HOLY SHIT.  They did an experiment where these guys wore masks and some of them fucked with crows.  Pretty soon the crows recognized the masks = douchebag.  But the nice guys with masks they left alone.  THEN, OH WE’RE NOT DONE, NO SIR crows that WEREN’T EVEN IN THE EXPERIMENT AND NEVER SAW THE MASK BEFORE knew about mask-dudes and attacked them on sight.  THEY PASSED ON THE FUCKING INFORMATION TO THEIR CROW BUDDIES. They remember places where crows were killed by farmers and change their migration patterns. Guys I’m really scared of crows now.(q)  Yeah but have you seen this  A colleague of my dad’s lives next to a lake, and looked out the window one morning to see a duck trapped in the ice. A crow swooped down. “Oh hell,” she thought, expecting carnage, because crows are opportunists. But the crow chipped at the ice with its beak until the duck was free. Idk of this counts but a few crows saved me from a magpie swooping attack once ,they’re bros who can tell when magpies are being unreasonable and need to chill I love crows so damn much. When I was fifteen, I hit a pretty serious bout of depression, to the point I was in my room for months. Well, a family of crows made a nest in a tree outside my window. There were two parents and two chicks. One chick was healthy and strong. One was weak, and had a caw like something being strained. It sounded more like a rooster crowing and so my parents jokingly named him ‘Buck’.Well… months passed and Buck’s sibling was taught to fly. His parents focused on the sibling because the sibling was strong. The father stayed behind to try and teach Buck, but I saw him try to fly, fail, and crash to the floor. His father helped him back up into the tree. Every day, I would watch Buck from my window until one day I opened it and started talking to him. He was small and gangly and he couldn’t caw right. His feathers were all over the place and I felt a kinship. So I made a deal with him. I told him that if he could do it, if he could fly, then I could find the strength to get up. Well… near the end of the season, after talking with him every day, I finally saw him get out of the nest. He went to the edge of his branch, braced himself, and jumped… and just before he hit the ground, he soared back up into the sky. I cheered harder than I ever had before. That winter, Buck left the area. I was crestfallen. I felt like I’d lost a friend. But I was so damn proud of him.  Cut to the next spring? I’m walking up the driveway one day when suddenly I hear a sound… a broken caw. I look up, and Buck is sitting in a tree above my head. He stared at me and puffed his feathers, then hopped down in front of me and cawed again. I was so damn thrilled, and I told him how proud I was of him. He ruffled his feathers and then soared off into his old tree.  That summer? I heard two broken caws. One from Buck… and one from his chick. Cut to ten years later? We have a family of crows who all have a very distinct caw and they come here and spend every spring, summer, and fall on our property. Buck still greets me every spring. that last reply made me wanna cry. that’s so beautiful. Don’t forget the Russian Crow SLEDDING DOWN A ROOF not once, but twice.  this one morning i kept hearing really loud caws, i remember it was like 5am, LIKE REALLY LOUD AND ANNOYING AND AGGRESSIVE, so loud that i could hear it through a closed window, and i eventually went outside to check it out. there was a crow on my front lawn, it had an injury on its head and couldn’t fly and there were two other crows circling right above it, and they were cawing like mad.  i tried to get close and take a better look and one of them dived super low and tried to attack me. so i went back in the house and chopped some sliced raw meat and tossed it at him from a distance. a few more times later, very soon after, they could tell i was trying to help, and did not attack me. i was “allowed” to walk up close and pick him up, he couldn’t drink water properly so i had to dip my finger in a bowl and stick it in his mouth. i did this few times a day and it went on for about a week before he disappeared, i thought he recovered and left, but he came back the next day and lands on me, and i see him around the block quite often, and he would come sit on my shoulder for a few minutes and then fly away again. i feel like i’ve adopted a son. Best birbs !! your son is Beautiful and Strong every time I see this post it has different crow stories and every time I reblog it again because all crow stories are good stories : now you kno! Crows are quite similar to humans isit their aging parents many y after they have left the nest. and v ears nowyoukno.com solitarelee: 221cbakerstreet: spookyrawr: rassoey: avianawareness: aph-romania: reallymisscoffee: dansknapp: stultiloquentia: doctormemelordmd: fangirling-so-hard-rn: Crows are scaryThey use tools Can be taught to speak (like parrots) Have huge brains for birds like seriously their brain-to-body size ratio is equal to that of a chimpanzee They vocalize anger, sadness, or happiness in response to things they are scary smart at solving puzzles some crows stay with their mates until one of them dies they can remember faces SIDENOTE HERE BECAUSE HOLY SHIT.  They did an experiment where these guys wore masks and some of them fucked with crows.  Pretty soon the crows recognized the masks = douchebag.  But the nice guys with masks they left alone.  THEN, OH WE’RE NOT DONE, NO SIR crows that WEREN’T EVEN IN THE EXPERIMENT AND NEVER SAW THE MASK BEFORE knew about mask-dudes and attacked them on sight.  THEY PASSED ON THE FUCKING INFORMATION TO THEIR CROW BUDDIES. They remember places where crows were killed by farmers and change their migration patterns. Guys I’m really scared of crows now.(q)  Yeah but have you seen this  A colleague of my dad’s lives next to a lake, and looked out the window one morning to see a duck trapped in the ice. A crow swooped down. “Oh hell,” she thought, expecting carnage, because crows are opportunists. But the crow chipped at the ice with its beak until the duck was free. Idk of this counts but a few crows saved me from a magpie swooping attack once ,they’re bros who can tell when magpies are being unreasonable and need to chill I love crows so damn much. When I was fifteen, I hit a pretty serious bout of depression, to the point I was in my room for months. Well, a family of crows made a nest in a tree outside my window. There were two parents and two chicks. One chick was healthy and strong. One was weak, and had a caw like something being strained. It sounded more like a rooster crowing and so my parents jokingly named him ‘Buck’.Well… months passed and Buck’s sibling was taught to fly. His parents focused on the sibling because the sibling was strong. The father stayed behind to try and teach Buck, but I saw him try to fly, fail, and crash to the floor. His father helped him back up into the tree. Every day, I would watch Buck from my window until one day I opened it and started talking to him. He was small and gangly and he couldn’t caw right. His feathers were all over the place and I felt a kinship. So I made a deal with him. I told him that if he could do it, if he could fly, then I could find the strength to get up. Well… near the end of the season, after talking with him every day, I finally saw him get out of the nest. He went to the edge of his branch, braced himself, and jumped… and just before he hit the ground, he soared back up into the sky. I cheered harder than I ever had before. That winter, Buck left the area. I was crestfallen. I felt like I’d lost a friend. But I was so damn proud of him.  Cut to the next spring? I’m walking up the driveway one day when suddenly I hear a sound… a broken caw. I look up, and Buck is sitting in a tree above my head. He stared at me and puffed his feathers, then hopped down in front of me and cawed again. I was so damn thrilled, and I told him how proud I was of him. He ruffled his feathers and then soared off into his old tree.  That summer? I heard two broken caws. One from Buck… and one from his chick. Cut to ten years later? We have a family of crows who all have a very distinct caw and they come here and spend every spring, summer, and fall on our property. Buck still greets me every spring. that last reply made me wanna cry. that’s so beautiful. Don’t forget the Russian Crow SLEDDING DOWN A ROOF not once, but twice.  this one morning i kept hearing really loud caws, i remember it was like 5am, LIKE REALLY LOUD AND ANNOYING AND AGGRESSIVE, so loud that i could hear it through a closed window, and i eventually went outside to check it out. there was a crow on my front lawn, it had an injury on its head and couldn’t fly and there were two other crows circling right above it, and they were cawing like mad.  i tried to get close and take a better look and one of them dived super low and tried to attack me. so i went back in the house and chopped some sliced raw meat and tossed it at him from a distance. a few more times later, very soon after, they could tell i was trying to help, and did not attack me. i was “allowed” to walk up close and pick him up, he couldn’t drink water properly so i had to dip my finger in a bowl and stick it in his mouth. i did this few times a day and it went on for about a week before he disappeared, i thought he recovered and left, but he came back the next day and lands on me, and i see him around the block quite often, and he would come sit on my shoulder for a few minutes and then fly away again. i feel like i’ve adopted a son. Best birbs !! your son is Beautiful and Strong every time I see this post it has different crow stories and every time I reblog it again because all crow stories are good stories
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angryschnauzer: freckledai: daybreak96: little-miss-stan: elegantmess100: blossombarnes: retroasgardian: reddobastard: onethingconstant: songbirde108: mercurialkitty: emmagrant01: clevermanka: youcangofindatree: moremetalthanyourmom: Okay but after seeing this I started doing it too and it’s amazing how many men I’ve run into bc they expected me to move Gotta try it I work (and walk) on a college campus. I’ve lost count of how many men I’ve smacked shoulders with. Recently, I was standing outside my son’s classroom waiting to talk to his teacher. I stood on one side of the hallway, not even close to the center. At some point, a man came walking along. I was standing right in his path, but the hallway was empty, so I logically expected him to swerve around me. Instead he kept walking right toward me, got to me, and stopped, as if waiting for me to get out of his way. I didn’t; I just smiled politely at him. He finally walked around me, clearly annoyed that I hadn’t leapt out of his manly path. Now I’m wishing I’d leapt aside, taken off my jacket and laid it on the floor before him, then bowed deeply and said, “My Liege!” I also work at a college campus. I smack shoulders sometimes, but I find that if I stare straight ahead and follow the advice below, people get the heck out of the way. Honestly this post changed how I carry myself when walking alone in public, or in a situation where I’m the one leading. People definitely move for the murder gaze. Confirmed. I once had to rush back inside a convention hall as the con was closing in order to a retrieve a sick friend’s medication, and I didn’t understand why people in the crowd were jumping out of my way (literally—one guy vaulted a table) until I realized I was dressed as the Winter Soldier and doing the Murder Walk because that’s just how I walk in those boots. I got the meds, got out, and made a mental note. I repeated the experiment later, wearing the boots but otherwise my usual clothing and mimicking the expression I thought I’d had at that moment. People parted like I was Charlton Heston. I now wear that style of boots whenever possible. I recently had a man do a double-take as I walked by and ask me, politely, where I had served because I “looked like a soldier.” I’m not current or former military. I was wearing a flowy purple peasant top and looked as un-soldierlike as possible. Moral of the story: wear comfortable shoes, square your shoulders, and walk like you’ve been sent to murder Captain America. WALK LIKE YOU’VE BEEN SENT TO MURDER CAPTAIN AMERICA It’s called the Murder Strut. IT’S BACK!!!!!! I was searching for this to show my daughter the other day and couldn’t find it. I’m so glad IT’S BACK!! I will always reblog the Murder Strut!! A guy on a bike went around me because he could tell I had no intention of moving. Thanks to this post. This post went from Scientific to Feminist to Educational to HILARIOUS! #make men get the fuck out of the way 2k17 I do this now. Stand my ground. Men look flabberghasted that i wont move out of the way. The most annoying thing is when i’m walking along holding Superpups hand (he’s 2.5 years old), and people walk right up to us and expect to go between us… so for me to let go of my toddlers hand for the sake of them. One person i actually had to put my free hand out and onto their chest to block the person to stop before they ploughed into us. I was waiting at traffic lights, using this advice to make people go around me and some guy asked me if I knew that I looked like a bitch and I just looked him dead in the eye with the murder gaze until he carried in walking. Such a creep, going up to a 15 year old and expecting her to smile and move out of the way.: Anna Breslaw @annabreslavw My sister is doing arn experiment: Whenever men walk towards her, she doesn't move out of the way first. So far she has collided with 28 men. 12/13/14, 5:04 PNM angryschnauzer: freckledai: daybreak96: little-miss-stan: elegantmess100: blossombarnes: retroasgardian: reddobastard: onethingconstant: songbirde108: mercurialkitty: emmagrant01: clevermanka: youcangofindatree: moremetalthanyourmom: Okay but after seeing this I started doing it too and it’s amazing how many men I’ve run into bc they expected me to move Gotta try it I work (and walk) on a college campus. I’ve lost count of how many men I’ve smacked shoulders with. Recently, I was standing outside my son’s classroom waiting to talk to his teacher. I stood on one side of the hallway, not even close to the center. At some point, a man came walking along. I was standing right in his path, but the hallway was empty, so I logically expected him to swerve around me. Instead he kept walking right toward me, got to me, and stopped, as if waiting for me to get out of his way. I didn’t; I just smiled politely at him. He finally walked around me, clearly annoyed that I hadn’t leapt out of his manly path. Now I’m wishing I’d leapt aside, taken off my jacket and laid it on the floor before him, then bowed deeply and said, “My Liege!” I also work at a college campus. I smack shoulders sometimes, but I find that if I stare straight ahead and follow the advice below, people get the heck out of the way. Honestly this post changed how I carry myself when walking alone in public, or in a situation where I’m the one leading. People definitely move for the murder gaze. Confirmed. I once had to rush back inside a convention hall as the con was closing in order to a retrieve a sick friend’s medication, and I didn’t understand why people in the crowd were jumping out of my way (literally—one guy vaulted a table) until I realized I was dressed as the Winter Soldier and doing the Murder Walk because that’s just how I walk in those boots. I got the meds, got out, and made a mental note. I repeated the experiment later, wearing the boots but otherwise my usual clothing and mimicking the expression I thought I’d had at that moment. People parted like I was Charlton Heston. I now wear that style of boots whenever possible. I recently had a man do a double-take as I walked by and ask me, politely, where I had served because I “looked like a soldier.” I’m not current or former military. I was wearing a flowy purple peasant top and looked as un-soldierlike as possible. Moral of the story: wear comfortable shoes, square your shoulders, and walk like you’ve been sent to murder Captain America. WALK LIKE YOU’VE BEEN SENT TO MURDER CAPTAIN AMERICA It’s called the Murder Strut. IT’S BACK!!!!!! I was searching for this to show my daughter the other day and couldn’t find it. I’m so glad IT’S BACK!! I will always reblog the Murder Strut!! A guy on a bike went around me because he could tell I had no intention of moving. Thanks to this post. This post went from Scientific to Feminist to Educational to HILARIOUS! #make men get the fuck out of the way 2k17 I do this now. Stand my ground. Men look flabberghasted that i wont move out of the way. The most annoying thing is when i’m walking along holding Superpups hand (he’s 2.5 years old), and people walk right up to us and expect to go between us… so for me to let go of my toddlers hand for the sake of them. One person i actually had to put my free hand out and onto their chest to block the person to stop before they ploughed into us. I was waiting at traffic lights, using this advice to make people go around me and some guy asked me if I knew that I looked like a bitch and I just looked him dead in the eye with the murder gaze until he carried in walking. Such a creep, going up to a 15 year old and expecting her to smile and move out of the way.
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<p><a href="http://daryltakahashi.tumblr.com/post/165767145525/libertarirynn-bird-big-simonalkenmayer" class="tumblr_blog">daryltakahashi</a>:</p><blockquote> <p><a href="https://libertarirynn.tumblr.com/post/165747658929/bird-big-simonalkenmayer-xodollfacexo" class="tumblr_blog">libertarirynn</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a href="http://bird-big.tumblr.com/post/165738071661/simonalkenmayer-xodollfacexo" class="tumblr_blog">bird-big</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a href="https://simonalkenmayer.tumblr.com/post/165737826009/xodollfacexo-dickscentedroses" class="tumblr_blog">simonalkenmayer</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a href="https://xodollfacexo.tumblr.com/post/165646618179/dickscentedroses-mainmanblackdynamite" class="tumblr_blog">xodollfacexo</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a href="https://dickscentedroses.tumblr.com/post/165629232162/mainmanblackdynamite-thighetician" class="tumblr_blog">dickscentedroses</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a href="http://mainmanblackdynamite.tumblr.com/post/165628568911/thighetician-kingjaffejoffer" class="tumblr_blog">mainmanblackdynamite</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a href="https://thighetician.tumblr.com/post/165627387975/kingjaffejoffer-fatrolldarksouls" class="tumblr_blog">thighetician</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a href="http://kingjaffejoffer.tumblr.com/post/165627291474/fatrolldarksouls-colachampagnedad" class="tumblr_blog">kingjaffejoffer</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a href="https://fatrolldarksouls.tumblr.com/post/165626667484/colachampagnedad-kingjaffejoffer" class="tumblr_blog">fatrolldarksouls</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a href="http://colachampagnedad.com/post/165624938730/kingjaffejoffer-roundedtaurus" class="tumblr_blog">colachampagnedad</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a href="http://kingjaffejoffer.tumblr.com/post/165621493304/roundedtaurus-kingjaffejoffer" class="tumblr_blog">kingjaffejoffer</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a href="http://roundedtaurus.tumblr.com/post/165608725006/kingjaffejoffer-coldestttsummerr" class="tumblr_blog">roundedtaurus</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a href="http://kingjaffejoffer.tumblr.com/post/165599326879/coldestttsummerr-stimsbian-by" class="tumblr_blog">kingjaffejoffer</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a href="http://coldestttsummerr.tumblr.com/post/165573289115/stimsbian-by-massababistro-his-hands" class="tumblr_blog">coldestttsummerr</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a href="https://stimsbian.tumblr.com/post/164476125867/by-massababistro" class="tumblr_blog">stimsbian</a>:</p> <blockquote><p>🌬 by massa_babistro 🌬</p></blockquote> <p>his hands ain’t cold?</p> </blockquote> <p>Thats cool and all, but they really could have just used one of these</p> <figure class="tmblr-full" data-orig-height="312" data-orig-width="540" data-orig-src="https://78.media.tumblr.com/d85fbf6c2b7bbd30e19b9e76b65de721/tumblr_inline_owvamwqHK31rw09tq_540.jpg"><img src="https://78.media.tumblr.com/3abce456226084a1db011bf552e0fa05/tumblr_inline_owwlmimtpw1rw09tq_540.jpg" data-orig-height="312" data-orig-width="540" data-orig-src="https://78.media.tumblr.com/d85fbf6c2b7bbd30e19b9e76b65de721/tumblr_inline_owvamwqHK31rw09tq_540.jpg"/></figure></blockquote> <p>No, because this is a service you get at a bar. It’s nice to have someone do this for you because they know the exact size of the glass/ how much whisky you’re getting. </p> <p>ALSO BELEIVE IT OR NOT YOU PLEBIANS DONT KNOW THAT the truth is that the quality of your ice plays greatly into the way your drink tastes!!!! </p> <p>These guys get the dope ass ice that’s imported and soft that’s meant for carving and it’s c r y s t a l clear.</p> <p>If you’re drinking shitty ice cube molds from bottled/ tap water ur drinking cheap whisky ☕️</p> </blockquote> <p>It’s impossible for me to have rolled my eyes any harder at all of this.</p> <p><br/></p> <p>“BUT THE ICE THAT’S GOING TO BE SUBMERGED IN YOUR DRINK IS CLEAR”</p> </blockquote> <p>“If you’re drinking shitty ice cube molds from bottled/ tap water ur drinking cheap whiskey”</p> <p><br/></p> <h2>so be it, make me the cheapest shit you got im just here to get turnt.</h2> <figure class="tmblr-full" data-orig-height="280" data-orig-width="500" data-orig-src="https://78.media.tumblr.com/f30108e39084dcd015aee0f89a018e2d/tumblr_inline_owvamwiPBj1rw09tq_540.gif"><img src="https://78.media.tumblr.com/f30108e39084dcd015aee0f89a018e2d/tumblr_inline_owwlmiQxuw1rw09tq_540.gif" data-orig-height="280" data-orig-width="500" data-orig-src="https://78.media.tumblr.com/f30108e39084dcd015aee0f89a018e2d/tumblr_inline_owvamwiPBj1rw09tq_540.gif"/></figure></blockquote> <p>The attitude towards the bartenders labor is what separates the wealthy and cultured from the poor. The rich drink to enjoy alcohol, the poor drink to forget their shitty lives. Either way I prefer my drinks with a show, I dont mind paying more for finely sculpted ice.</p> </blockquote> <p>It keeps getting worse with each reblog </p> </blockquote> <p>Fatrolldarksouls thinks he’s a part of the bourgeois by virtue of getting drunk at the local Benihana resteraunt</p> </blockquote> <p>😂😂😂😂😂</p> </blockquote> <p>LMFAOOOOOO</p> </blockquote> <p>This thread is so incredibly enjoyable </p> </blockquote> <p>Also…take it from someone with enough money to buy these things…</p> <p>It is all complete rubbish.</p> <p>First of all, if you’re drinking an expensive, single barrel, aged whisky, scotch, bourbon, whiskey with ice in it…I will cut your throat and have mine with your blood in it, you tasteless scum. Why? Because that is a hand crafted thing made with time and the effort of generations, and you’ve just watered it down. What’s the matter with you? Do you water down your milk too? Are you an infant?</p> <p>The fact is that water and ice do different hings to these spirits, but you have to know what you’re mucking with. A FEW DROPS of water is all that is required to bring down the strength of the whiskey and open up the aromatics. Secondly, while that giant globe of ice might chill the spirit down swiftly, and water the alcohol content down so that it is more easily imbibed, it fills and flattens the flavor.</p> <p>Secondly, while the water you use to alter whiskey should be pure (mineralogy really does change the flavor) you can make an ice cube from a silicone mold and be just as happy, you complete sod.</p> <p>Thirdly, if you are taking one finger of an Islay and putting it over a giant globe of ice…I will shove the whole thing down your throat. Use a chilled unleaded crystal tumbler or marble ice cubes. If you cannot take the heat of the product, then don’t drink it. Half of the tasting notes come from the spirit evaporating in the mouth. You’d be smarter to try drinking it from a heated glass like cognac, Armagnac, and so on than adding water to it. Allow the spirit to heat and the evaporation of the alcohol to fill the sinus.</p> <p>If you are going to invest money in a hung, know that thing. Be respectful of it. Don’t hire some poor sod to outfit you with a hand cut piece of nouveau riche stupidity that makes you feel like you’re actually sharing in an appropriated tradition. Otherwise someone like myself will turn that hefty shaved ball into a weapon and drink scotch over your corpse.</p> <p>And might I point out, you ridiculous idiots with your flagrant spending designed to distract you from your own mortality and grievous lack of intellect, that these traditions of spirit making all originated in the pot and tower stills of poor farmers and rural chaps. It did not originate in a crystal palace of privilege.</p> <p>You are not refined because you throw good money at a thing and then ruin it with stupidity. You are not wise because you pay someone to destroy your liquor. You are not better than anyone because you drink to enjoy the taste, and oh yes, happen to experience the precise thing for which the distillate was intended. You are no better than any other person, and you have no right to presume that simply because you have seen a gloved ice cube in a Bond film, it makes you classy.</p> <p>You’re a rich idiot. Not a connesieur who knows when to invest in a fine thing.</p> </blockquote> <p>anyone in this thread smoke weed</p> </blockquote> <p>If not y'all should try some to mellow the fuck out.</p> </blockquote> <p>Things are heating up in the alcohol fandom</p> </blockquote> <p>It’s even funnier if you read their bio: </p><blockquote><p>I am a very old monster., or I suppose the correct term is “Anthropophagic cryptid”. Yes, a real one. No, not an artistic creation or a plea for attention. I eat humans. I write about it. And for some reason, people find it amusing. Probably because you’re not quite right in the head. I am not a cannibal; I would never eat my own species. You may call me Simon or Simone if you like; I don’t have a biological sex that I know of, so use whatever pronouns you like. You can expect to see me post regularly about history, food, politics, civil rights, philosophy, some fashion or antiques, and possibly things of a darkly comedic or horrifying bent. I’m not here to amuse you or to prove what I am. I am here to interact and gather data. And possibly make friends with the polite ones, though those are sometimes difficult to find. This Tumblr blog is but one part of my extensive and ongoing social media/publishing experiment to demonstrate how humanity is killing itself with fiction. I can do this, you see, because I exist, but you are desensitized and find me silly, especially here on Tumblr, where the Otherkin run amok. I invite you to read my “about” page to better understand the experiment I am conducting, 
If you have an “ask”, you may pose it anonymously, though if you vex me, there will be consequences. 
I organize most “asks” by reblogging them onto a secondary blog @monstrousfaq, which it may help you to peruse, if you have a question that is likely to have been asked by someone else. My website 
My published works</p></blockquote>: <p><a href="http://daryltakahashi.tumblr.com/post/165767145525/libertarirynn-bird-big-simonalkenmayer" class="tumblr_blog">daryltakahashi</a>:</p><blockquote> <p><a href="https://libertarirynn.tumblr.com/post/165747658929/bird-big-simonalkenmayer-xodollfacexo" class="tumblr_blog">libertarirynn</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a href="http://bird-big.tumblr.com/post/165738071661/simonalkenmayer-xodollfacexo" class="tumblr_blog">bird-big</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a href="https://simonalkenmayer.tumblr.com/post/165737826009/xodollfacexo-dickscentedroses" class="tumblr_blog">simonalkenmayer</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a href="https://xodollfacexo.tumblr.com/post/165646618179/dickscentedroses-mainmanblackdynamite" class="tumblr_blog">xodollfacexo</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a href="https://dickscentedroses.tumblr.com/post/165629232162/mainmanblackdynamite-thighetician" class="tumblr_blog">dickscentedroses</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a href="http://mainmanblackdynamite.tumblr.com/post/165628568911/thighetician-kingjaffejoffer" class="tumblr_blog">mainmanblackdynamite</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a href="https://thighetician.tumblr.com/post/165627387975/kingjaffejoffer-fatrolldarksouls" class="tumblr_blog">thighetician</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a href="http://kingjaffejoffer.tumblr.com/post/165627291474/fatrolldarksouls-colachampagnedad" class="tumblr_blog">kingjaffejoffer</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a href="https://fatrolldarksouls.tumblr.com/post/165626667484/colachampagnedad-kingjaffejoffer" class="tumblr_blog">fatrolldarksouls</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a href="http://colachampagnedad.com/post/165624938730/kingjaffejoffer-roundedtaurus" class="tumblr_blog">colachampagnedad</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a href="http://kingjaffejoffer.tumblr.com/post/165621493304/roundedtaurus-kingjaffejoffer" class="tumblr_blog">kingjaffejoffer</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a href="http://roundedtaurus.tumblr.com/post/165608725006/kingjaffejoffer-coldestttsummerr" class="tumblr_blog">roundedtaurus</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a href="http://kingjaffejoffer.tumblr.com/post/165599326879/coldestttsummerr-stimsbian-by" class="tumblr_blog">kingjaffejoffer</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a href="http://coldestttsummerr.tumblr.com/post/165573289115/stimsbian-by-massababistro-his-hands" class="tumblr_blog">coldestttsummerr</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a href="https://stimsbian.tumblr.com/post/164476125867/by-massababistro" class="tumblr_blog">stimsbian</a>:</p> <blockquote><p>🌬 by massa_babistro 🌬</p></blockquote> <p>his hands ain’t cold?</p> </blockquote> <p>Thats cool and all, but they really could have just used one of these</p> <figure class="tmblr-full" data-orig-height="312" data-orig-width="540" data-orig-src="https://78.media.tumblr.com/d85fbf6c2b7bbd30e19b9e76b65de721/tumblr_inline_owvamwqHK31rw09tq_540.jpg"><img src="https://78.media.tumblr.com/3abce456226084a1db011bf552e0fa05/tumblr_inline_owwlmimtpw1rw09tq_540.jpg" data-orig-height="312" data-orig-width="540" data-orig-src="https://78.media.tumblr.com/d85fbf6c2b7bbd30e19b9e76b65de721/tumblr_inline_owvamwqHK31rw09tq_540.jpg"/></figure></blockquote> <p>No, because this is a service you get at a bar. It’s nice to have someone do this for you because they know the exact size of the glass/ how much whisky you’re getting. </p> <p>ALSO BELEIVE IT OR NOT YOU PLEBIANS DONT KNOW THAT the truth is that the quality of your ice plays greatly into the way your drink tastes!!!! </p> <p>These guys get the dope ass ice that’s imported and soft that’s meant for carving and it’s c r y s t a l clear.</p> <p>If you’re drinking shitty ice cube molds from bottled/ tap water ur drinking cheap whisky ☕️</p> </blockquote> <p>It’s impossible for me to have rolled my eyes any harder at all of this.</p> <p><br/></p> <p>“BUT THE ICE THAT’S GOING TO BE SUBMERGED IN YOUR DRINK IS CLEAR”</p> </blockquote> <p>“If you’re drinking shitty ice cube molds from bottled/ tap water ur drinking cheap whiskey”</p> <p><br/></p> <h2>so be it, make me the cheapest shit you got im just here to get turnt.</h2> <figure class="tmblr-full" data-orig-height="280" data-orig-width="500" data-orig-src="https://78.media.tumblr.com/f30108e39084dcd015aee0f89a018e2d/tumblr_inline_owvamwiPBj1rw09tq_540.gif"><img src="https://78.media.tumblr.com/f30108e39084dcd015aee0f89a018e2d/tumblr_inline_owwlmiQxuw1rw09tq_540.gif" data-orig-height="280" data-orig-width="500" data-orig-src="https://78.media.tumblr.com/f30108e39084dcd015aee0f89a018e2d/tumblr_inline_owvamwiPBj1rw09tq_540.gif"/></figure></blockquote> <p>The attitude towards the bartenders labor is what separates the wealthy and cultured from the poor. The rich drink to enjoy alcohol, the poor drink to forget their shitty lives. Either way I prefer my drinks with a show, I dont mind paying more for finely sculpted ice.</p> </blockquote> <p>It keeps getting worse with each reblog </p> </blockquote> <p>Fatrolldarksouls thinks he’s a part of the bourgeois by virtue of getting drunk at the local Benihana resteraunt</p> </blockquote> <p>😂😂😂😂😂</p> </blockquote> <p>LMFAOOOOOO</p> </blockquote> <p>This thread is so incredibly enjoyable </p> </blockquote> <p>Also…take it from someone with enough money to buy these things…</p> <p>It is all complete rubbish.</p> <p>First of all, if you’re drinking an expensive, single barrel, aged whisky, scotch, bourbon, whiskey with ice in it…I will cut your throat and have mine with your blood in it, you tasteless scum. Why? Because that is a hand crafted thing made with time and the effort of generations, and you’ve just watered it down. What’s the matter with you? Do you water down your milk too? Are you an infant?</p> <p>The fact is that water and ice do different hings to these spirits, but you have to know what you’re mucking with. A FEW DROPS of water is all that is required to bring down the strength of the whiskey and open up the aromatics. Secondly, while that giant globe of ice might chill the spirit down swiftly, and water the alcohol content down so that it is more easily imbibed, it fills and flattens the flavor.</p> <p>Secondly, while the water you use to alter whiskey should be pure (mineralogy really does change the flavor) you can make an ice cube from a silicone mold and be just as happy, you complete sod.</p> <p>Thirdly, if you are taking one finger of an Islay and putting it over a giant globe of ice…I will shove the whole thing down your throat. Use a chilled unleaded crystal tumbler or marble ice cubes. If you cannot take the heat of the product, then don’t drink it. Half of the tasting notes come from the spirit evaporating in the mouth. You’d be smarter to try drinking it from a heated glass like cognac, Armagnac, and so on than adding water to it. Allow the spirit to heat and the evaporation of the alcohol to fill the sinus.</p> <p>If you are going to invest money in a hung, know that thing. Be respectful of it. Don’t hire some poor sod to outfit you with a hand cut piece of nouveau riche stupidity that makes you feel like you’re actually sharing in an appropriated tradition. Otherwise someone like myself will turn that hefty shaved ball into a weapon and drink scotch over your corpse.</p> <p>And might I point out, you ridiculous idiots with your flagrant spending designed to distract you from your own mortality and grievous lack of intellect, that these traditions of spirit making all originated in the pot and tower stills of poor farmers and rural chaps. It did not originate in a crystal palace of privilege.</p> <p>You are not refined because you throw good money at a thing and then ruin it with stupidity. You are not wise because you pay someone to destroy your liquor. You are not better than anyone because you drink to enjoy the taste, and oh yes, happen to experience the precise thing for which the distillate was intended. You are no better than any other person, and you have no right to presume that simply because you have seen a gloved ice cube in a Bond film, it makes you classy.</p> <p>You’re a rich idiot. Not a connesieur who knows when to invest in a fine thing.</p> </blockquote> <p>anyone in this thread smoke weed</p> </blockquote> <p>If not y'all should try some to mellow the fuck out.</p> </blockquote> <p>Things are heating up in the alcohol fandom</p> </blockquote> <p>It’s even funnier if you read their bio: </p><blockquote><p>I am a very old monster., or I suppose the correct term is “Anthropophagic cryptid”. Yes, a real one. No, not an artistic creation or a plea for attention. I eat humans. I write about it. And for some reason, people find it amusing. Probably because you’re not quite right in the head. I am not a cannibal; I would never eat my own species. You may call me Simon or Simone if you like; I don’t have a biological sex that I know of, so use whatever pronouns you like. You can expect to see me post regularly about history, food, politics, civil rights, philosophy, some fashion or antiques, and possibly things of a darkly comedic or horrifying bent. I’m not here to amuse you or to prove what I am. I am here to interact and gather data. And possibly make friends with the polite ones, though those are sometimes difficult to find. This Tumblr blog is but one part of my extensive and ongoing social media/publishing experiment to demonstrate how humanity is killing itself with fiction. I can do this, you see, because I exist, but you are desensitized and find me silly, especially here on Tumblr, where the Otherkin run amok. I invite you to read my “about” page to better understand the experiment I am conducting, 
If you have an “ask”, you may pose it anonymously, though if you vex me, there will be consequences. 
I organize most “asks” by reblogging them onto a secondary blog @monstrousfaq, which it may help you to peruse, if you have a question that is likely to have been asked by someone else. My website 
My published works</p></blockquote>
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memeromano: shadesofmauve: solitarelee: 221cbakerstreet: spookyrawr: rassoey: avianawareness: aph-romania: reallymisscoffee: dansknapp: stultiloquentia: doctormemelordmd: fangirling-so-hard-rn: Crows are scaryThey use tools Can be taught to speak (like parrots) Have huge brains for birds like seriously their brain-to-body size ratio is equal to that of a chimpanzee They vocalize anger, sadness, or happiness in response to things they are scary smart at solving puzzles some crows stay with their mates until one of them dies they can remember faces SIDENOTE HERE BECAUSE HOLY SHIT.  They did an experiment where these guys wore masks and some of them fucked with crows.  Pretty soon the crows recognized the masks = douchebag.  But the nice guys with masks they left alone.  THEN, OH WE’RE NOT DONE, NO SIR crows that WEREN’T EVEN IN THE EXPERIMENT AND NEVER SAW THE MASK BEFORE knew about mask-dudes and attacked them on sight.  THEY PASSED ON THE FUCKING INFORMATION TO THEIR CROW BUDDIES. They remember places where crows were killed by farmers and change their migration patterns. Guys I’m really scared of crows now.(q)  Yeah but have you seen this  A colleague of my dad’s lives next to a lake, and looked out the window one morning to see a duck trapped in the ice. A crow swooped down. “Oh hell,” she thought, expecting carnage, because crows are opportunists. But the crow chipped at the ice with its beak until the duck was free. Idk of this counts but a few crows saved me from a magpie swooping attack once ,they’re bros who can tell when magpies are being unreasonable and need to chill I love crows so damn much. When I was fifteen, I hit a pretty serious bout of depression, to the point I was in my room for months. Well, a family of crows made a nest in a tree outside my window. There were two parents and two chicks. One chick was healthy and strong. One was weak, and had a caw like something being strained. It sounded more like a rooster crowing and so my parents jokingly named him ‘Buck’.Well… months passed and Buck’s sibling was taught to fly. His parents focused on the sibling because the sibling was strong. The father stayed behind to try and teach Buck, but I saw him try to fly, fail, and crash to the floor. His father helped him back up into the tree. Every day, I would watch Buck from my window until one day I opened it and started talking to him. He was small and gangly and he couldn’t caw right. His feathers were all over the place and I felt a kinship. So I made a deal with him. I told him that if he could do it, if he could fly, then I could find the strength to get up. Well… near the end of the season, after talking with him every day, I finally saw him get out of the nest. He went to the edge of his branch, braced himself, and jumped… and just before he hit the ground, he soared back up into the sky. I cheered harder than I ever had before. That winter, Buck left the area. I was crestfallen. I felt like I’d lost a friend. But I was so damn proud of him.  Cut to the next spring? I’m walking up the driveway one day when suddenly I hear a sound… a broken caw. I look up, and Buck is sitting in a tree above my head. He stared at me and puffed his feathers, then hopped down in front of me and cawed again. I was so damn thrilled, and I told him how proud I was of him. He ruffled his feathers and then soared off into his old tree.  That summer? I heard two broken caws. One from Buck… and one from his chick. Cut to ten years later? We have a family of crows who all have a very distinct caw and they come here and spend every spring, summer, and fall on our property. Buck still greets me every spring. that last reply made me wanna cry. that’s so beautiful. Don’t forget the Russian Crow SLEDDING DOWN A ROOF not once, but twice.  this one morning i kept hearing really loud caws, i remember it was like 5am, LIKE REALLY LOUD AND ANNOYING AND AGGRESSIVE, so loud that i could hear it through a closed window, and i eventually went outside to check it out. there was a crow on my front lawn, it had an injury on its head and couldn’t fly and there were two other crows circling right above it, and they were cawing like mad.  i tried to get close and take a better look and one of them dived super low and tried to attack me. so i went back in the house and chopped some sliced raw meat and tossed it at him from a distance. a few more times later, very soon after, they could tell i was trying to help, and did not attack me. i was “allowed” to walk up close and pick him up, he couldn’t drink water properly so i had to dip my finger in a bowl and stick it in his mouth. i did this few times a day and it went on for about a week before he disappeared, i thought he recovered and left, but he came back the next day and lands on me, and i see him around the block quite often, and he would come sit on my shoulder for a few minutes and then fly away again. i feel like i’ve adopted a son. Best birbs !! your son is Beautiful and Strong every time I see this post it has different crow stories and every time I reblog it again because all crow stories are good stories It took just three days of giving offerings (peanuts!) on my walk to get the nesting crow pair there to stop dive bombing my head and instead come hang out with me. Two days ago I met their kid!  Moral: If you’re scared of crows, make friends with them. They’ll remember you! I’M GONNA REBLOG THIS EVERYTIME I SEE IT BECAUSE THESE STORIES ARE BEAUTIFUL: now you kno! Crows are quite similar to humans isit their aging parents many y after they have left the nest. and v ears nowyoukno.com memeromano: shadesofmauve: solitarelee: 221cbakerstreet: spookyrawr: rassoey: avianawareness: aph-romania: reallymisscoffee: dansknapp: stultiloquentia: doctormemelordmd: fangirling-so-hard-rn: Crows are scaryThey use tools Can be taught to speak (like parrots) Have huge brains for birds like seriously their brain-to-body size ratio is equal to that of a chimpanzee They vocalize anger, sadness, or happiness in response to things they are scary smart at solving puzzles some crows stay with their mates until one of them dies they can remember faces SIDENOTE HERE BECAUSE HOLY SHIT.  They did an experiment where these guys wore masks and some of them fucked with crows.  Pretty soon the crows recognized the masks = douchebag.  But the nice guys with masks they left alone.  THEN, OH WE’RE NOT DONE, NO SIR crows that WEREN’T EVEN IN THE EXPERIMENT AND NEVER SAW THE MASK BEFORE knew about mask-dudes and attacked them on sight.  THEY PASSED ON THE FUCKING INFORMATION TO THEIR CROW BUDDIES. They remember places where crows were killed by farmers and change their migration patterns. Guys I’m really scared of crows now.(q)  Yeah but have you seen this  A colleague of my dad’s lives next to a lake, and looked out the window one morning to see a duck trapped in the ice. A crow swooped down. “Oh hell,” she thought, expecting carnage, because crows are opportunists. But the crow chipped at the ice with its beak until the duck was free. Idk of this counts but a few crows saved me from a magpie swooping attack once ,they’re bros who can tell when magpies are being unreasonable and need to chill I love crows so damn much. When I was fifteen, I hit a pretty serious bout of depression, to the point I was in my room for months. Well, a family of crows made a nest in a tree outside my window. There were two parents and two chicks. One chick was healthy and strong. One was weak, and had a caw like something being strained. It sounded more like a rooster crowing and so my parents jokingly named him ‘Buck’.Well… months passed and Buck’s sibling was taught to fly. His parents focused on the sibling because the sibling was strong. The father stayed behind to try and teach Buck, but I saw him try to fly, fail, and crash to the floor. His father helped him back up into the tree. Every day, I would watch Buck from my window until one day I opened it and started talking to him. He was small and gangly and he couldn’t caw right. His feathers were all over the place and I felt a kinship. So I made a deal with him. I told him that if he could do it, if he could fly, then I could find the strength to get up. Well… near the end of the season, after talking with him every day, I finally saw him get out of the nest. He went to the edge of his branch, braced himself, and jumped… and just before he hit the ground, he soared back up into the sky. I cheered harder than I ever had before. That winter, Buck left the area. I was crestfallen. I felt like I’d lost a friend. But I was so damn proud of him.  Cut to the next spring? I’m walking up the driveway one day when suddenly I hear a sound… a broken caw. I look up, and Buck is sitting in a tree above my head. He stared at me and puffed his feathers, then hopped down in front of me and cawed again. I was so damn thrilled, and I told him how proud I was of him. He ruffled his feathers and then soared off into his old tree.  That summer? I heard two broken caws. One from Buck… and one from his chick. Cut to ten years later? We have a family of crows who all have a very distinct caw and they come here and spend every spring, summer, and fall on our property. Buck still greets me every spring. that last reply made me wanna cry. that’s so beautiful. Don’t forget the Russian Crow SLEDDING DOWN A ROOF not once, but twice.  this one morning i kept hearing really loud caws, i remember it was like 5am, LIKE REALLY LOUD AND ANNOYING AND AGGRESSIVE, so loud that i could hear it through a closed window, and i eventually went outside to check it out. there was a crow on my front lawn, it had an injury on its head and couldn’t fly and there were two other crows circling right above it, and they were cawing like mad.  i tried to get close and take a better look and one of them dived super low and tried to attack me. so i went back in the house and chopped some sliced raw meat and tossed it at him from a distance. a few more times later, very soon after, they could tell i was trying to help, and did not attack me. i was “allowed” to walk up close and pick him up, he couldn’t drink water properly so i had to dip my finger in a bowl and stick it in his mouth. i did this few times a day and it went on for about a week before he disappeared, i thought he recovered and left, but he came back the next day and lands on me, and i see him around the block quite often, and he would come sit on my shoulder for a few minutes and then fly away again. i feel like i’ve adopted a son. Best birbs !! your son is Beautiful and Strong every time I see this post it has different crow stories and every time I reblog it again because all crow stories are good stories It took just three days of giving offerings (peanuts!) on my walk to get the nesting crow pair there to stop dive bombing my head and instead come hang out with me. Two days ago I met their kid!  Moral: If you’re scared of crows, make friends with them. They’ll remember you! I’M GONNA REBLOG THIS EVERYTIME I SEE IT BECAUSE THESE STORIES ARE BEAUTIFUL
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river-cottage-dweller: solitarelee: 221cbakerstreet: spookyrawr: rassoey: avianawareness: aph-romania: reallymisscoffee: dansknapp: stultiloquentia: doctormemelordmd: fangirling-so-hard-rn: Crows are scaryThey use tools Can be taught to speak (like parrots) Have huge brains for birds like seriously their brain-to-body size ratio is equal to that of a chimpanzee They vocalize anger, sadness, or happiness in response to things they are scary smart at solving puzzles some crows stay with their mates until one of them dies they can remember faces SIDENOTE HERE BECAUSE HOLY SHIT.  They did an experiment where these guys wore masks and some of them fucked with crows.  Pretty soon the crows recognized the masks = douchebag.  But the nice guys with masks they left alone.  THEN, OH WE’RE NOT DONE, NO SIR crows that WEREN’T EVEN IN THE EXPERIMENT AND NEVER SAW THE MASK BEFORE knew about mask-dudes and attacked them on sight.  THEY PASSED ON THE FUCKING INFORMATION TO THEIR CROW BUDDIES. They remember places where crows were killed by farmers and change their migration patterns. Guys I’m really scared of crows now.(q)  Yeah but have you seen this  A colleague of my dad’s lives next to a lake, and looked out the window one morning to see a duck trapped in the ice. A crow swooped down. “Oh hell,” she thought, expecting carnage, because crows are opportunists. But the crow chipped at the ice with its beak until the duck was free. Idk of this counts but a few crows saved me from a magpie swooping attack once ,they’re bros who can tell when magpies are being unreasonable and need to chill I love crows so damn much. When I was fifteen, I hit a pretty serious bout of depression, to the point I was in my room for months. Well, a family of crows made a nest in a tree outside my window. There were two parents and two chicks. One chick was healthy and strong. One was weak, and had a caw like something being strained. It sounded more like a rooster crowing and so my parents jokingly named him ‘Buck’.Well… months passed and Buck’s sibling was taught to fly. His parents focused on the sibling because the sibling was strong. The father stayed behind to try and teach Buck, but I saw him try to fly, fail, and crash to the floor. His father helped him back up into the tree. Every day, I would watch Buck from my window until one day I opened it and started talking to him. He was small and gangly and he couldn’t caw right. His feathers were all over the place and I felt a kinship. So I made a deal with him. I told him that if he could do it, if he could fly, then I could find the strength to get up. Well… near the end of the season, after talking with him every day, I finally saw him get out of the nest. He went to the edge of his branch, braced himself, and jumped… and just before he hit the ground, he soared back up into the sky. I cheered harder than I ever had before. That winter, Buck left the area. I was crestfallen. I felt like I’d lost a friend. But I was so damn proud of him.  Cut to the next spring? I’m walking up the driveway one day when suddenly I hear a sound… a broken caw. I look up, and Buck is sitting in a tree above my head. He stared at me and puffed his feathers, then hopped down in front of me and cawed again. I was so damn thrilled, and I told him how proud I was of him. He ruffled his feathers and then soared off into his old tree.  That summer? I heard two broken caws. One from Buck… and one from his chick. Cut to ten years later? We have a family of crows who all have a very distinct caw and they come here and spend every spring, summer, and fall on our property. Buck still greets me every spring. that last reply made me wanna cry. that’s so beautiful. Don’t forget the Russian Crow SLEDDING DOWN A ROOF not once, but twice.  this one morning i kept hearing really loud caws, i remember it was like 5am, LIKE REALLY LOUD AND ANNOYING AND AGGRESSIVE, so loud that i could hear it through a closed window, and i eventually went outside to check it out. there was a crow on my front lawn, it had an injury on its head and couldn’t fly and there were two other crows circling right above it, and they were cawing like mad.  i tried to get close and take a better look and one of them dived super low and tried to attack me. so i went back in the house and chopped some sliced raw meat and tossed it at him from a distance. a few more times later, very soon after, they could tell i was trying to help, and did not attack me. i was “allowed” to walk up close and pick him up, he couldn’t drink water properly so i had to dip my finger in a bowl and stick it in his mouth. i did this few times a day and it went on for about a week before he disappeared, i thought he recovered and left, but he came back the next day and lands on me, and i see him around the block quite often, and he would come sit on my shoulder for a few minutes and then fly away again. i feel like i’ve adopted a son. Best birbs !! your son is Beautiful and Strong every time I see this post it has different crow stories and every time I reblog it again because all crow stories are good stories Such little cutie pies 😍 not to be cliché but crows are 100% my favorite birbs : now you kno! Crows are quite similar to humans isit their aging parents many y after they have left the nest. and v ears nowyoukno.com river-cottage-dweller: solitarelee: 221cbakerstreet: spookyrawr: rassoey: avianawareness: aph-romania: reallymisscoffee: dansknapp: stultiloquentia: doctormemelordmd: fangirling-so-hard-rn: Crows are scaryThey use tools Can be taught to speak (like parrots) Have huge brains for birds like seriously their brain-to-body size ratio is equal to that of a chimpanzee They vocalize anger, sadness, or happiness in response to things they are scary smart at solving puzzles some crows stay with their mates until one of them dies they can remember faces SIDENOTE HERE BECAUSE HOLY SHIT.  They did an experiment where these guys wore masks and some of them fucked with crows.  Pretty soon the crows recognized the masks = douchebag.  But the nice guys with masks they left alone.  THEN, OH WE’RE NOT DONE, NO SIR crows that WEREN’T EVEN IN THE EXPERIMENT AND NEVER SAW THE MASK BEFORE knew about mask-dudes and attacked them on sight.  THEY PASSED ON THE FUCKING INFORMATION TO THEIR CROW BUDDIES. They remember places where crows were killed by farmers and change their migration patterns. Guys I’m really scared of crows now.(q)  Yeah but have you seen this  A colleague of my dad’s lives next to a lake, and looked out the window one morning to see a duck trapped in the ice. A crow swooped down. “Oh hell,” she thought, expecting carnage, because crows are opportunists. But the crow chipped at the ice with its beak until the duck was free. Idk of this counts but a few crows saved me from a magpie swooping attack once ,they’re bros who can tell when magpies are being unreasonable and need to chill I love crows so damn much. When I was fifteen, I hit a pretty serious bout of depression, to the point I was in my room for months. Well, a family of crows made a nest in a tree outside my window. There were two parents and two chicks. One chick was healthy and strong. One was weak, and had a caw like something being strained. It sounded more like a rooster crowing and so my parents jokingly named him ‘Buck’.Well… months passed and Buck’s sibling was taught to fly. His parents focused on the sibling because the sibling was strong. The father stayed behind to try and teach Buck, but I saw him try to fly, fail, and crash to the floor. His father helped him back up into the tree. Every day, I would watch Buck from my window until one day I opened it and started talking to him. He was small and gangly and he couldn’t caw right. His feathers were all over the place and I felt a kinship. So I made a deal with him. I told him that if he could do it, if he could fly, then I could find the strength to get up. Well… near the end of the season, after talking with him every day, I finally saw him get out of the nest. He went to the edge of his branch, braced himself, and jumped… and just before he hit the ground, he soared back up into the sky. I cheered harder than I ever had before. That winter, Buck left the area. I was crestfallen. I felt like I’d lost a friend. But I was so damn proud of him.  Cut to the next spring? I’m walking up the driveway one day when suddenly I hear a sound… a broken caw. I look up, and Buck is sitting in a tree above my head. He stared at me and puffed his feathers, then hopped down in front of me and cawed again. I was so damn thrilled, and I told him how proud I was of him. He ruffled his feathers and then soared off into his old tree.  That summer? I heard two broken caws. One from Buck… and one from his chick. Cut to ten years later? We have a family of crows who all have a very distinct caw and they come here and spend every spring, summer, and fall on our property. Buck still greets me every spring. that last reply made me wanna cry. that’s so beautiful. Don’t forget the Russian Crow SLEDDING DOWN A ROOF not once, but twice.  this one morning i kept hearing really loud caws, i remember it was like 5am, LIKE REALLY LOUD AND ANNOYING AND AGGRESSIVE, so loud that i could hear it through a closed window, and i eventually went outside to check it out. there was a crow on my front lawn, it had an injury on its head and couldn’t fly and there were two other crows circling right above it, and they were cawing like mad.  i tried to get close and take a better look and one of them dived super low and tried to attack me. so i went back in the house and chopped some sliced raw meat and tossed it at him from a distance. a few more times later, very soon after, they could tell i was trying to help, and did not attack me. i was “allowed” to walk up close and pick him up, he couldn’t drink water properly so i had to dip my finger in a bowl and stick it in his mouth. i did this few times a day and it went on for about a week before he disappeared, i thought he recovered and left, but he came back the next day and lands on me, and i see him around the block quite often, and he would come sit on my shoulder for a few minutes and then fly away again. i feel like i’ve adopted a son. Best birbs !! your son is Beautiful and Strong every time I see this post it has different crow stories and every time I reblog it again because all crow stories are good stories Such little cutie pies 😍 not to be cliché but crows are 100% my favorite birbs
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river-cottage-dweller: solitarelee: 221cbakerstreet: spookyrawr: rassoey: avianawareness: aph-romania: reallymisscoffee: dansknapp: stultiloquentia: doctormemelordmd: fangirling-so-hard-rn: Crows are scaryThey use tools Can be taught to speak (like parrots) Have huge brains for birds like seriously their brain-to-body size ratio is equal to that of a chimpanzee They vocalize anger, sadness, or happiness in response to things they are scary smart at solving puzzles some crows stay with their mates until one of them dies they can remember faces SIDENOTE HERE BECAUSE HOLY SHIT.  They did an experiment where these guys wore masks and some of them fucked with crows.  Pretty soon the crows recognized the masks = douchebag.  But the nice guys with masks they left alone.  THEN, OH WE’RE NOT DONE, NO SIR crows that WEREN’T EVEN IN THE EXPERIMENT AND NEVER SAW THE MASK BEFORE knew about mask-dudes and attacked them on sight.  THEY PASSED ON THE FUCKING INFORMATION TO THEIR CROW BUDDIES. They remember places where crows were killed by farmers and change their migration patterns. Guys I’m really scared of crows now.(q)  Yeah but have you seen this  A colleague of my dad’s lives next to a lake, and looked out the window one morning to see a duck trapped in the ice. A crow swooped down. “Oh hell,” she thought, expecting carnage, because crows are opportunists. But the crow chipped at the ice with its beak until the duck was free. Idk of this counts but a few crows saved me from a magpie swooping attack once ,they’re bros who can tell when magpies are being unreasonable and need to chill I love crows so damn much. When I was fifteen, I hit a pretty serious bout of depression, to the point I was in my room for months. Well, a family of crows made a nest in a tree outside my window. There were two parents and two chicks. One chick was healthy and strong. One was weak, and had a caw like something being strained. It sounded more like a rooster crowing and so my parents jokingly named him ‘Buck’.Well… months passed and Buck’s sibling was taught to fly. His parents focused on the sibling because the sibling was strong. The father stayed behind to try and teach Buck, but I saw him try to fly, fail, and crash to the floor. His father helped him back up into the tree. Every day, I would watch Buck from my window until one day I opened it and started talking to him. He was small and gangly and he couldn’t caw right. His feathers were all over the place and I felt a kinship. So I made a deal with him. I told him that if he could do it, if he could fly, then I could find the strength to get up. Well… near the end of the season, after talking with him every day, I finally saw him get out of the nest. He went to the edge of his branch, braced himself, and jumped… and just before he hit the ground, he soared back up into the sky. I cheered harder than I ever had before. That winter, Buck left the area. I was crestfallen. I felt like I’d lost a friend. But I was so damn proud of him.  Cut to the next spring? I’m walking up the driveway one day when suddenly I hear a sound… a broken caw. I look up, and Buck is sitting in a tree above my head. He stared at me and puffed his feathers, then hopped down in front of me and cawed again. I was so damn thrilled, and I told him how proud I was of him. He ruffled his feathers and then soared off into his old tree.  That summer? I heard two broken caws. One from Buck… and one from his chick. Cut to ten years later? We have a family of crows who all have a very distinct caw and they come here and spend every spring, summer, and fall on our property. Buck still greets me every spring. that last reply made me wanna cry. that’s so beautiful. Don’t forget the Russian Crow SLEDDING DOWN A ROOF not once, but twice.  this one morning i kept hearing really loud caws, i remember it was like 5am, LIKE REALLY LOUD AND ANNOYING AND AGGRESSIVE, so loud that i could hear it through a closed window, and i eventually went outside to check it out. there was a crow on my front lawn, it had an injury on its head and couldn’t fly and there were two other crows circling right above it, and they were cawing like mad.  i tried to get close and take a better look and one of them dived super low and tried to attack me. so i went back in the house and chopped some sliced raw meat and tossed it at him from a distance. a few more times later, very soon after, they could tell i was trying to help, and did not attack me. i was “allowed” to walk up close and pick him up, he couldn’t drink water properly so i had to dip my finger in a bowl and stick it in his mouth. i did this few times a day and it went on for about a week before he disappeared, i thought he recovered and left, but he came back the next day and lands on me, and i see him around the block quite often, and he would come sit on my shoulder for a few minutes and then fly away again. i feel like i’ve adopted a son. Best birbs !! your son is Beautiful and Strong every time I see this post it has different crow stories and every time I reblog it again because all crow stories are good stories Such little cutie pies 😍 not to be cliché but crows are 100% my favorite birbs : now you kno! Crows are quite similar to humans isit their aging parents many y after they have left the nest. and v ears nowyoukno.com river-cottage-dweller: solitarelee: 221cbakerstreet: spookyrawr: rassoey: avianawareness: aph-romania: reallymisscoffee: dansknapp: stultiloquentia: doctormemelordmd: fangirling-so-hard-rn: Crows are scaryThey use tools Can be taught to speak (like parrots) Have huge brains for birds like seriously their brain-to-body size ratio is equal to that of a chimpanzee They vocalize anger, sadness, or happiness in response to things they are scary smart at solving puzzles some crows stay with their mates until one of them dies they can remember faces SIDENOTE HERE BECAUSE HOLY SHIT.  They did an experiment where these guys wore masks and some of them fucked with crows.  Pretty soon the crows recognized the masks = douchebag.  But the nice guys with masks they left alone.  THEN, OH WE’RE NOT DONE, NO SIR crows that WEREN’T EVEN IN THE EXPERIMENT AND NEVER SAW THE MASK BEFORE knew about mask-dudes and attacked them on sight.  THEY PASSED ON THE FUCKING INFORMATION TO THEIR CROW BUDDIES. They remember places where crows were killed by farmers and change their migration patterns. Guys I’m really scared of crows now.(q)  Yeah but have you seen this  A colleague of my dad’s lives next to a lake, and looked out the window one morning to see a duck trapped in the ice. A crow swooped down. “Oh hell,” she thought, expecting carnage, because crows are opportunists. But the crow chipped at the ice with its beak until the duck was free. Idk of this counts but a few crows saved me from a magpie swooping attack once ,they’re bros who can tell when magpies are being unreasonable and need to chill I love crows so damn much. When I was fifteen, I hit a pretty serious bout of depression, to the point I was in my room for months. Well, a family of crows made a nest in a tree outside my window. There were two parents and two chicks. One chick was healthy and strong. One was weak, and had a caw like something being strained. It sounded more like a rooster crowing and so my parents jokingly named him ‘Buck’.Well… months passed and Buck’s sibling was taught to fly. His parents focused on the sibling because the sibling was strong. The father stayed behind to try and teach Buck, but I saw him try to fly, fail, and crash to the floor. His father helped him back up into the tree. Every day, I would watch Buck from my window until one day I opened it and started talking to him. He was small and gangly and he couldn’t caw right. His feathers were all over the place and I felt a kinship. So I made a deal with him. I told him that if he could do it, if he could fly, then I could find the strength to get up. Well… near the end of the season, after talking with him every day, I finally saw him get out of the nest. He went to the edge of his branch, braced himself, and jumped… and just before he hit the ground, he soared back up into the sky. I cheered harder than I ever had before. That winter, Buck left the area. I was crestfallen. I felt like I’d lost a friend. But I was so damn proud of him.  Cut to the next spring? I’m walking up the driveway one day when suddenly I hear a sound… a broken caw. I look up, and Buck is sitting in a tree above my head. He stared at me and puffed his feathers, then hopped down in front of me and cawed again. I was so damn thrilled, and I told him how proud I was of him. He ruffled his feathers and then soared off into his old tree.  That summer? I heard two broken caws. One from Buck… and one from his chick. Cut to ten years later? We have a family of crows who all have a very distinct caw and they come here and spend every spring, summer, and fall on our property. Buck still greets me every spring. that last reply made me wanna cry. that’s so beautiful. Don’t forget the Russian Crow SLEDDING DOWN A ROOF not once, but twice.  this one morning i kept hearing really loud caws, i remember it was like 5am, LIKE REALLY LOUD AND ANNOYING AND AGGRESSIVE, so loud that i could hear it through a closed window, and i eventually went outside to check it out. there was a crow on my front lawn, it had an injury on its head and couldn’t fly and there were two other crows circling right above it, and they were cawing like mad.  i tried to get close and take a better look and one of them dived super low and tried to attack me. so i went back in the house and chopped some sliced raw meat and tossed it at him from a distance. a few more times later, very soon after, they could tell i was trying to help, and did not attack me. i was “allowed” to walk up close and pick him up, he couldn’t drink water properly so i had to dip my finger in a bowl and stick it in his mouth. i did this few times a day and it went on for about a week before he disappeared, i thought he recovered and left, but he came back the next day and lands on me, and i see him around the block quite often, and he would come sit on my shoulder for a few minutes and then fly away again. i feel like i’ve adopted a son. Best birbs !! your son is Beautiful and Strong every time I see this post it has different crow stories and every time I reblog it again because all crow stories are good stories Such little cutie pies 😍 not to be cliché but crows are 100% my favorite birbs
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221cbakerstreet: spookyrawr: rassoey: avianawareness: aph-romania: reallymisscoffee: dansknapp: stultiloquentia: doctormemelordmd: fangirling-so-hard-rn: Crows are scaryThey use tools Can be taught to speak (like parrots) Have huge brains for birds like seriously their brain-to-body size ratio is equal to that of a chimpanzee They vocalize anger, sadness, or happiness in response to things they are scary smart at solving puzzles some crows stay with their mates until one of them dies they can remember faces SIDENOTE HERE BECAUSE HOLY SHIT.  They did an experiment where these guys wore masks and some of them fucked with crows.  Pretty soon the crows recognized the masks = douchebag.  But the nice guys with masks they left alone.  THEN, OH WE’RE NOT DONE, NO SIR crows that WEREN’T EVEN IN THE EXPERIMENT AND NEVER SAW THE MASK BEFORE knew about mask-dudes and attacked them on sight.  THEY PASSED ON THE FUCKING INFORMATION TO THEIR CROW BUDDIES. They remember places where crows were killed by farmers and change their migration patterns. Guys I’m really scared of crows now.(q)  Yeah but have you seen this  A colleague of my dad’s lives next to a lake, and looked out the window one morning to see a duck trapped in the ice. A crow swooped down. “Oh hell,” she thought, expecting carnage, because crows are opportunists. But the crow chipped at the ice with its beak until the duck was free. Idk of this counts but a few crows saved me from a magpie swooping attack once ,they’re bros who can tell when magpies are being unreasonable and need to chill I love crows so damn much. When I was fifteen, I hit a pretty serious bout of depression, to the point I was in my room for months. Well, a family of crows made a nest in a tree outside my window. There were two parents and two chicks. One chick was healthy and strong. One was weak, and had a caw like something being strained. It sounded more like a rooster crowing and so my parents jokingly named him ‘Buck’.Well… months passed and Buck’s sibling was taught to fly. His parents focused on the sibling because the sibling was strong. The father stayed behind to try and teach Buck, but I saw him try to fly, fail, and crash to the floor. His father helped him back up into the tree. Every day, I would watch Buck from my window until one day I opened it and started talking to him. He was small and gangly and he couldn’t caw right. His feathers were all over the place and I felt a kinship. So I made a deal with him. I told him that if he could do it, if he could fly, then I could find the strength to get up. Well… near the end of the season, after talking with him every day, I finally saw him get out of the nest. He went to the edge of his branch, braced himself, and jumped… and just before he hit the ground, he soared back up into the sky. I cheered harder than I ever had before. That winter, Buck left the area. I was crestfallen. I felt like I’d lost a friend. But I was so damn proud of him.  Cut to the next spring? I’m walking up the driveway one day when suddenly I hear a sound… a broken caw. I look up, and Buck is sitting in a tree above my head. He stared at me and puffed his feathers, then hopped down in front of me and cawed again. I was so damn thrilled, and I told him how proud I was of him. He ruffled his feathers and then soared off into his old tree.  That summer? I heard two broken caws. One from Buck… and one from his chick. Cut to ten years later? We have a family of crows who all have a very distinct caw and they come here and spend every spring, summer, and fall on our property. Buck still greets me every spring. that last reply made me wanna cry. that’s so beautiful. Don’t forget the Russian Crow SLEDDING DOWN A ROOF not once, but twice.  this one morning i kept hearing really loud caws, i remember it was like 5am, LIKE REALLY LOUD AND ANNOYING AND AGGRESSIVE, so loud that i could hear it through a closed window, and i eventually went outside to check it out. there was a crow on my front lawn, it had an injury on its head and couldn’t fly and there were two other crows circling right above it, and they were cawing like mad.  i tried to get close and take a better look and one of them dived super low and tried to attack me. so i went back in the house and chopped some sliced raw meat and tossed it at him from a distance. a few more times later, very soon after, they could tell i was trying to help, and did not attack me. i was “allowed” to walk up close and pick him up, he couldn’t drink water properly so i had to dip my finger in a bowl and stick it in his mouth. i did this few times a day and it went on for about a week before he disappeared, i thought he recovered and left, but he came back the next day and lands on me, and i see him around the block quite often, and he would come sit on my shoulder for a few minutes and then fly away again. i feel like i’ve adopted a son. Best birbs !! your son is Beautiful and Strong : now you kno! Crows are quite similar to humans isit their aging parents many y after they have left the nest. and v ears nowyoukno.com 221cbakerstreet: spookyrawr: rassoey: avianawareness: aph-romania: reallymisscoffee: dansknapp: stultiloquentia: doctormemelordmd: fangirling-so-hard-rn: Crows are scaryThey use tools Can be taught to speak (like parrots) Have huge brains for birds like seriously their brain-to-body size ratio is equal to that of a chimpanzee They vocalize anger, sadness, or happiness in response to things they are scary smart at solving puzzles some crows stay with their mates until one of them dies they can remember faces SIDENOTE HERE BECAUSE HOLY SHIT.  They did an experiment where these guys wore masks and some of them fucked with crows.  Pretty soon the crows recognized the masks = douchebag.  But the nice guys with masks they left alone.  THEN, OH WE’RE NOT DONE, NO SIR crows that WEREN’T EVEN IN THE EXPERIMENT AND NEVER SAW THE MASK BEFORE knew about mask-dudes and attacked them on sight.  THEY PASSED ON THE FUCKING INFORMATION TO THEIR CROW BUDDIES. They remember places where crows were killed by farmers and change their migration patterns. Guys I’m really scared of crows now.(q)  Yeah but have you seen this  A colleague of my dad’s lives next to a lake, and looked out the window one morning to see a duck trapped in the ice. A crow swooped down. “Oh hell,” she thought, expecting carnage, because crows are opportunists. But the crow chipped at the ice with its beak until the duck was free. Idk of this counts but a few crows saved me from a magpie swooping attack once ,they’re bros who can tell when magpies are being unreasonable and need to chill I love crows so damn much. When I was fifteen, I hit a pretty serious bout of depression, to the point I was in my room for months. Well, a family of crows made a nest in a tree outside my window. There were two parents and two chicks. One chick was healthy and strong. One was weak, and had a caw like something being strained. It sounded more like a rooster crowing and so my parents jokingly named him ‘Buck’.Well… months passed and Buck’s sibling was taught to fly. His parents focused on the sibling because the sibling was strong. The father stayed behind to try and teach Buck, but I saw him try to fly, fail, and crash to the floor. His father helped him back up into the tree. Every day, I would watch Buck from my window until one day I opened it and started talking to him. He was small and gangly and he couldn’t caw right. His feathers were all over the place and I felt a kinship. So I made a deal with him. I told him that if he could do it, if he could fly, then I could find the strength to get up. Well… near the end of the season, after talking with him every day, I finally saw him get out of the nest. He went to the edge of his branch, braced himself, and jumped… and just before he hit the ground, he soared back up into the sky. I cheered harder than I ever had before. That winter, Buck left the area. I was crestfallen. I felt like I’d lost a friend. But I was so damn proud of him.  Cut to the next spring? I’m walking up the driveway one day when suddenly I hear a sound… a broken caw. I look up, and Buck is sitting in a tree above my head. He stared at me and puffed his feathers, then hopped down in front of me and cawed again. I was so damn thrilled, and I told him how proud I was of him. He ruffled his feathers and then soared off into his old tree.  That summer? I heard two broken caws. One from Buck… and one from his chick. Cut to ten years later? We have a family of crows who all have a very distinct caw and they come here and spend every spring, summer, and fall on our property. Buck still greets me every spring. that last reply made me wanna cry. that’s so beautiful. Don’t forget the Russian Crow SLEDDING DOWN A ROOF not once, but twice.  this one morning i kept hearing really loud caws, i remember it was like 5am, LIKE REALLY LOUD AND ANNOYING AND AGGRESSIVE, so loud that i could hear it through a closed window, and i eventually went outside to check it out. there was a crow on my front lawn, it had an injury on its head and couldn’t fly and there were two other crows circling right above it, and they were cawing like mad.  i tried to get close and take a better look and one of them dived super low and tried to attack me. so i went back in the house and chopped some sliced raw meat and tossed it at him from a distance. a few more times later, very soon after, they could tell i was trying to help, and did not attack me. i was “allowed” to walk up close and pick him up, he couldn’t drink water properly so i had to dip my finger in a bowl and stick it in his mouth. i did this few times a day and it went on for about a week before he disappeared, i thought he recovered and left, but he came back the next day and lands on me, and i see him around the block quite often, and he would come sit on my shoulder for a few minutes and then fly away again. i feel like i’ve adopted a son. 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<p><a href="http://fangirling-so-hard-rn.tumblr.com/post/81017140173/nowyoukno-now-you-know-source-crows-are" class="tumblr_blog">fangirling-so-hard-rn</a>:</p><blockquote> <p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://nowyoukno.com/post/80500705331/now-you-know-source">nowyoukno</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a href="http://nowyoukno.tumblr.com"><strong>Now You Know</strong></a> (<a href="http://www.pacificwildlife.org/info/Online%20Docs/foundababycrow.pdf">Source</a>)</p> </blockquote> <p>Crows are scary<br/>They</p> <ul><li>use tools</li> <li>Can be taught to speak (like parrots)</li> <li>Have huge brains for birds</li> <li>like seriously their brain-to-body size ratio is equal to that of a chimpanzee</li> <li>They vocalize anger, sadness, or happiness in response to things</li> <li>they are scary smart at solving puzzles</li> <li>some ravens stay with their mates until one of them dies</li> <li>they can remember faces</li> <li>SIDENOTE HERE BECAUSE HOLY SHIT.  They did an experiment where these guys wore masks and some of them fucked with crows.  Pretty soon the crows recognized the masks = douchebag.  But the nice guys with masks they left alone.  THEN, OH WE’RE NOT DONE, NO SIR crows that WEREN’T EVEN IN THE EXPERIMENT AND NEVER SAW THE MASK BEFORE knew about mask-dudes and attacked them on sight.  THEY PASSED ON THE FUCKING INFORMATION TO THEIR CROW BUDDIES.</li> <li>They remember places where crows were killed by farmers and change their migration patterns.</li> </ul><p>Guys I’m really scared of crows now.<br/>(<a href="http://www.cracked.com/article_19042_6-terrifying-ways-crows-are-way-smarter-than-you-think_p2.html">q</a>) </p> </blockquote> <p>Here’s a talking crow:</p><figure class="tmblr-embed tmblr-full" data-provider="youtube" data-orig-width="540" data-orig-height="304" data-url="https%3A%2F%2Fyoutu.be%2F9I5Vm_YO_MY"><iframe width="540" height="304" id="youtube_iframe" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/9I5Vm_YO_MY?feature=oembed&amp;enablejsapi=1&amp;origin=https://safe.txmblr.com&amp;wmode=opaque" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe></figure><p>And crows are closely related to ravens, who can also talk. Edgar Alan Poe knew what was up. Here’s a raven saying “nevermore” and it’s just as creepy as you’d think it would be:</p><figure class="tmblr-embed tmblr-full" data-provider="youtube" data-orig-width="459" data-orig-height="344" data-url="https%3A%2F%2Fyoutu.be%2FrIX_6TBeph0"><iframe width="540" height="405" id="youtube_iframe" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/rIX_6TBeph0?feature=oembed&amp;enablejsapi=1&amp;origin=https://safe.txmblr.com&amp;wmode=opaque" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe></figure>: now you kno! Crows are quite similar to humans isit their aging parents many y after they have left the nest. and v ears nowyoukno.com <p><a href="http://fangirling-so-hard-rn.tumblr.com/post/81017140173/nowyoukno-now-you-know-source-crows-are" class="tumblr_blog">fangirling-so-hard-rn</a>:</p><blockquote> <p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://nowyoukno.com/post/80500705331/now-you-know-source">nowyoukno</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a href="http://nowyoukno.tumblr.com"><strong>Now You Know</strong></a> (<a href="http://www.pacificwildlife.org/info/Online%20Docs/foundababycrow.pdf">Source</a>)</p> </blockquote> <p>Crows are scary<br/>They</p> <ul><li>use tools</li> <li>Can be taught to speak (like parrots)</li> <li>Have huge brains for birds</li> <li>like seriously their brain-to-body size ratio is equal to that of a chimpanzee</li> <li>They vocalize anger, sadness, or happiness in response to things</li> <li>they are scary smart at solving puzzles</li> <li>some ravens stay with their mates until one of them dies</li> <li>they can remember faces</li> <li>SIDENOTE HERE BECAUSE HOLY SHIT.  They did an experiment where these guys wore masks and some of them fucked with crows.  Pretty soon the crows recognized the masks = douchebag.  But the nice guys with masks they left alone.  THEN, OH WE’RE NOT DONE, NO SIR crows that WEREN’T EVEN IN THE EXPERIMENT AND NEVER SAW THE MASK BEFORE knew about mask-dudes and attacked them on sight.  THEY PASSED ON THE FUCKING INFORMATION TO THEIR CROW BUDDIES.</li> <li>They remember places where crows were killed by farmers and change their migration patterns.</li> </ul><p>Guys I’m really scared of crows now.<br/>(<a href="http://www.cracked.com/article_19042_6-terrifying-ways-crows-are-way-smarter-than-you-think_p2.html">q</a>) </p> </blockquote> <p>Here’s a talking crow:</p><figure class="tmblr-embed tmblr-full" data-provider="youtube" data-orig-width="540" data-orig-height="304" data-url="https%3A%2F%2Fyoutu.be%2F9I5Vm_YO_MY"><iframe width="540" height="304" id="youtube_iframe" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/9I5Vm_YO_MY?feature=oembed&amp;enablejsapi=1&amp;origin=https://safe.txmblr.com&amp;wmode=opaque" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe></figure><p>And crows are closely related to ravens, who can also talk. Edgar Alan Poe knew what was up. Here’s a raven saying “nevermore” and it’s just as creepy as you’d think it would be:</p><figure class="tmblr-embed tmblr-full" data-provider="youtube" data-orig-width="459" data-orig-height="344" data-url="https%3A%2F%2Fyoutu.be%2FrIX_6TBeph0"><iframe width="540" height="405" id="youtube_iframe" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/rIX_6TBeph0?feature=oembed&amp;enablejsapi=1&amp;origin=https://safe.txmblr.com&amp;wmode=opaque" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe></figure>
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The Real Science Side of Tumblr: Doy nine Microwaved Water Purified Water Mroaved Water Ony Parifid chikaderp wildunicomherd thinksquad Here is a Science fair project presented by a girl in a secondary school in Sussex. In it sher took filtered water and divided it into two parts. The first part she heated to boiling in a pan on the stove, and the second part she heated to boiling in a microwave. Then after cooling she used the water to water two identical plants to see if there would be any difference in the growth between the nomal boiled water and the water boiled in a microwave. She was thinking that the structure or energy of the water may be compromised by microwave. As it turned out, even she was amazed at the difference, after the experiment which was repeated by her class mates a number of times and had the same result It has been known for some years that the problem with microwaved anything is not the radiation people used to wory about, it's how it corupts the DNA in the food so the body can not recognize it Microwaves don't work different ways on different substances. Whatever you put into the microwave suffers the same destructive process. Microwaves agitate the molecules to move faster and faster. This movement causes friction which denatures the original make-up of the substance. It results in destroyed vitamins, minerals, proteins and generates the new stuff called radiolytic compounds, things that are not found in nature So the body wraps it in fat cells to protect itself from the dead food or it eliminates it fast Think of all the Mothers heating up milk in these 'Safe' appliances. What about the nurse in Canada that warmed up blood for a transfusion patient and accidentally killed him when the blood went in dead. But the makers say it's safe. But proof is in the pictures of living plants dying NO, YOU PIG-IGNORANT ASSWIPES SOME KID'S CLASS PROJECT IS NOT REAL SCIENTIFIC RESEARCH. YOU'VE HEARD OF DOUBLE BLIND, RIGHT? CALL ME WHEN IT'S PUBLISHED IN NATURE the structure or energy of the water what the fuck does that even mean you realize that a water molecule is made up of three fucking atoms and if you rearrange it it isn't water anymore and you would fucking notice the problem with nmicrowaved anything is not the radiation people used to wory about Here is a handy diagram I drew of all the different types of radiation THE ELECTROMAGNETIC SPECTRUM CHEAT SHEET! GAMMA KRAYS RAYS v FROM THE THE PHONES MICE OV WIF WAVE IGHT RAYS RADIO SEL RAO NUCLEAR) GNOS দ CAN SEE CANCER: NOT CANCER IFvbu GET TO0 MUOH OF IT WHIC OU PROBASUV WON T BUT WEAR SUNSCEEN NOT EVEN FRM THE CSC Microwaves ! nuclear reactors, so calm your tits. it's how it comupts the DNA in the food so the body can not recognize it do you understand what DNA is and how eating works? DNA is a jumble of protein in the middle of each cell and it tells the cells in that particular organism how to make more cells Your body does not care about whether your food has any DNA in it or not. The chemicals it cares about are things like vitamins and sugars, as well as inorganic shit like salt (You can denature DNA by heating it or using chemicals like urea. It is like what happens when you fry an egg which is basically a big glob of protein--the strands break apart and it looks like tiny white strings. Very cool) Microwaves agitate the molecules to move faster and faster just.. .that is the fucking definition of heat, whether you're heating something over a flame or in a microwave or using the Sun. The difference is that microwaves mostly affect the water molecules in your food and they don't need to use as much heat. Water boils at 100°C, which is just about as hot as water can get before it just turns into steam; but that's like the lowest setting on your oven. Oven- or stove-cooked food tastes different partly because it uses higher temperatures and partly because heat is transferred in a different way This movenent causes friction That's not what friction is It results in destroyed vitamins, minerals, proteins and generates the new stuff called radiolytic compounds, things that are not found in nature. Let's take these one at a time Vitamins are dassified as water-soluble or fat-soluble. So cooking things in water will dissolve the water-soluble vitamins (C and all the B's). Just plain heat doesn't do that, so microwaving veggies-which keeps the water in-is actually a healthier option Proteins: Breaking the chemical bonds in proteins (denaturing) is a part of any cooking However, denatured protein is still nutritious-that's why you can meet your protein intake with foods like fried eggs and baked chicken Minerals are just chemical elements,, like off the periodic table-sodium, iron, potassium. (Vitamins and protelins are very complex combinations of elements.) Which brings me to the radiolytic compound buillshit. When you talk about breaking apart say, iron-you're talking about breaking down the iron atoms themselves. Which is a whole lot different than breaking the bonds between atoms. It takes hella radiation. You need shit like gamma rays-the O00H SCARY NUCULAR radiation-which we've already established do not come from your microwave. things that are not found in nature What the shit does that even mean? You all know radioactive elements occur in nature, right? In rocks and also in living cells. That's right, you have this radioactive kind of carbon INSIDE YOU. You get it by eating those delicious plants. We can tell how long ago something died by how much of it is left Tons of shit that occurs naturally is horribly bad for you And tons of shit that never existed until we cooked it up is great for you--like the chemical compounds in a lot of medications PEOPLE WHO BELIEVE THIS SHIT ARE WHY CHILDHOOD DISEASES THAT CAUSED SERIOUS ILLNESSES ANDIOR DEATH THAT WE NEARLY ERADICATED WITH VACCINES ARE NOW COMING BACK AND WHY CONSPIRACY THEORIST TWATS ARE ASKING CITY COUNCIL NOT TO FLUORIDATE THE WATER AND WHY GLOBAL WARMING WILL WRECK OUR FUCKING PLANET LERN 2 SCIENCE Think before you reblog And microwave your veggies This was incredibly amusing to read. Thank you so much for sciencing Science achieved The Real Science Side of Tumblr
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spookyrawr: rassoey: avianawareness: aph-romania: reallymisscoffee: dansknapp: stultiloquentia: doctormemelordmd: fangirling-so-hard-rn: Crows are scaryThey use tools Can be taught to speak (like parrots) Have huge brains for birds like seriously their brain-to-body size ratio is equal to that of a chimpanzee They vocalize anger, sadness, or happiness in response to things they are scary smart at solving puzzles some crows stay with their mates until one of them dies they can remember faces SIDENOTE HERE BECAUSE HOLY SHIT.  They did an experiment where these guys wore masks and some of them fucked with crows.  Pretty soon the crows recognized the masks = douchebag.  But the nice guys with masks they left alone.  THEN, OH WE’RE NOT DONE, NO SIR crows that WEREN’T EVEN IN THE EXPERIMENT AND NEVER SAW THE MASK BEFORE knew about mask-dudes and attacked them on sight.  THEY PASSED ON THE FUCKING INFORMATION TO THEIR CROW BUDDIES. They remember places where crows were killed by farmers and change their migration patterns. Guys I’m really scared of crows now.(q)  Yeah but have you seen this  A colleague of my dad’s lives next to a lake, and looked out the window one morning to see a duck trapped in the ice. A crow swooped down. “Oh hell,” she thought, expecting carnage, because crows are opportunists. But the crow chipped at the ice with its beak until the duck was free. Idk of this counts but a few crows saved me from a magpie swooping attack once ,they’re bros who can tell when magpies are being unreasonable and need to chill I love crows so damn much. When I was fifteen, I hit a pretty serious bout of depression, to the point I was in my room for months. Well, a family of crows made a nest in a tree outside my window. There were two parents and two chicks. One chick was healthy and strong. One was weak, and had a caw like something being strained. It sounded more like a rooster crowing and so my parents jokingly named him ‘Buck’.Well… months passed and Buck’s sibling was taught to fly. His parents focused on the sibling because the sibling was strong. The father stayed behind to try and teach Buck, but I saw him try to fly, fail, and crash to the floor. His father helped him back up into the tree. Every day, I would watch Buck from my window until one day I opened it and started talking to him. He was small and gangly and he couldn’t caw right. His feathers were all over the place and I felt a kinship. So I made a deal with him. I told him that if he could do it, if he could fly, then I could find the strength to get up. Well… near the end of the season, after talking with him every day, I finally saw him get out of the nest. He went to the edge of his branch, braced himself, and jumped… and just before he hit the ground, he soared back up into the sky. I cheered harder than I ever had before. That winter, Buck left the area. I was crestfallen. I felt like I’d lost a friend. But I was so damn proud of him.  Cut to the next spring? I’m walking up the driveway one day when suddenly I hear a sound… a broken caw. I look up, and Buck is sitting in a tree above my head. He stared at me and puffed his feathers, then hopped down in front of me and cawed again. I was so damn thrilled, and I told him how proud I was of him. He ruffled his feathers and then soared off into his old tree.  That summer? I heard two broken caws. One from Buck… and one from his chick. Cut to ten years later? We have a family of crows who all have a very distinct caw and they come here and spend every spring, summer, and fall on our property. Buck still greets me every spring. that last reply made me wanna cry. that’s so beautiful. Don’t forget the Russian Crow SLEDDING DOWN A ROOF not once, but twice.  this one morning i kept hearing really loud caws, i remember it was like 5am, LIKE REALLY LOUD AND ANNOYING AND AGGRESSIVE, so loud that i could hear it through a closed window, and i eventually went outside to check it out. there was a crow on my front lawn, it had an injury on its head and couldn’t fly and there were two other crows circling right above it, and they were cawing like mad.  i tried to get close and take a better look and one of them dived super low and tried to attack me. so i went back in the house and chopped some sliced raw meat and tossed it at him from a distance. a few more times later, very soon after, they could tell i was trying to help, and did not attack me. i was “allowed” to walk up close and pick him up, he couldn’t drink water properly so i had to dip my finger in a bowl and stick it in his mouth. i did this few times a day and it went on for about a week before he disappeared, i thought he recovered and left, but he came back the next day and lands on me, and i see him around the block quite often, and he would come sit on my shoulder for a few minutes and then fly away again. i feel like i’ve adopted a son. Best birbs !! : now you kno! Crows are quite similar to humans isit their aging parents many y after they have left the nest. and v ears nowyoukno.com spookyrawr: rassoey: avianawareness: aph-romania: reallymisscoffee: dansknapp: stultiloquentia: doctormemelordmd: fangirling-so-hard-rn: Crows are scaryThey use tools Can be taught to speak (like parrots) Have huge brains for birds like seriously their brain-to-body size ratio is equal to that of a chimpanzee They vocalize anger, sadness, or happiness in response to things they are scary smart at solving puzzles some crows stay with their mates until one of them dies they can remember faces SIDENOTE HERE BECAUSE HOLY SHIT.  They did an experiment where these guys wore masks and some of them fucked with crows.  Pretty soon the crows recognized the masks = douchebag.  But the nice guys with masks they left alone.  THEN, OH WE’RE NOT DONE, NO SIR crows that WEREN’T EVEN IN THE EXPERIMENT AND NEVER SAW THE MASK BEFORE knew about mask-dudes and attacked them on sight.  THEY PASSED ON THE FUCKING INFORMATION TO THEIR CROW BUDDIES. They remember places where crows were killed by farmers and change their migration patterns. Guys I’m really scared of crows now.(q)  Yeah but have you seen this  A colleague of my dad’s lives next to a lake, and looked out the window one morning to see a duck trapped in the ice. A crow swooped down. “Oh hell,” she thought, expecting carnage, because crows are opportunists. But the crow chipped at the ice with its beak until the duck was free. Idk of this counts but a few crows saved me from a magpie swooping attack once ,they’re bros who can tell when magpies are being unreasonable and need to chill I love crows so damn much. When I was fifteen, I hit a pretty serious bout of depression, to the point I was in my room for months. Well, a family of crows made a nest in a tree outside my window. There were two parents and two chicks. One chick was healthy and strong. One was weak, and had a caw like something being strained. It sounded more like a rooster crowing and so my parents jokingly named him ‘Buck’.Well… months passed and Buck’s sibling was taught to fly. His parents focused on the sibling because the sibling was strong. The father stayed behind to try and teach Buck, but I saw him try to fly, fail, and crash to the floor. His father helped him back up into the tree. Every day, I would watch Buck from my window until one day I opened it and started talking to him. He was small and gangly and he couldn’t caw right. His feathers were all over the place and I felt a kinship. So I made a deal with him. I told him that if he could do it, if he could fly, then I could find the strength to get up. Well… near the end of the season, after talking with him every day, I finally saw him get out of the nest. He went to the edge of his branch, braced himself, and jumped… and just before he hit the ground, he soared back up into the sky. I cheered harder than I ever had before. That winter, Buck left the area. I was crestfallen. I felt like I’d lost a friend. But I was so damn proud of him.  Cut to the next spring? I’m walking up the driveway one day when suddenly I hear a sound… a broken caw. I look up, and Buck is sitting in a tree above my head. He stared at me and puffed his feathers, then hopped down in front of me and cawed again. I was so damn thrilled, and I told him how proud I was of him. He ruffled his feathers and then soared off into his old tree.  That summer? I heard two broken caws. One from Buck… and one from his chick. Cut to ten years later? We have a family of crows who all have a very distinct caw and they come here and spend every spring, summer, and fall on our property. Buck still greets me every spring. that last reply made me wanna cry. that’s so beautiful. Don’t forget the Russian Crow SLEDDING DOWN A ROOF not once, but twice.  this one morning i kept hearing really loud caws, i remember it was like 5am, LIKE REALLY LOUD AND ANNOYING AND AGGRESSIVE, so loud that i could hear it through a closed window, and i eventually went outside to check it out. there was a crow on my front lawn, it had an injury on its head and couldn’t fly and there were two other crows circling right above it, and they were cawing like mad.  i tried to get close and take a better look and one of them dived super low and tried to attack me. so i went back in the house and chopped some sliced raw meat and tossed it at him from a distance. a few more times later, very soon after, they could tell i was trying to help, and did not attack me. i was “allowed” to walk up close and pick him up, he couldn’t drink water properly so i had to dip my finger in a bowl and stick it in his mouth. i did this few times a day and it went on for about a week before he disappeared, i thought he recovered and left, but he came back the next day and lands on me, and i see him around the block quite often, and he would come sit on my shoulder for a few minutes and then fly away again. i feel like i’ve adopted a son. 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boxlunches: kinkyconcepts: bolinator: djazzy: ximune: did-you-kno: Source I saw a news report about this on T.V., she was a straight A Student who had perfect attendance and everything. Everyone loved and respected her for her skills, but when she started this experiment and people thought she was pregnant, they started treating her like garbage. Even her teachers started looking down on her like she was scum of the earth. The only people who knew she was doing this as an experiment were her school principal, her health care teacher, her boyfriend, and her mother. Her own siblings thought she was pregnant!I mean even her friends turned on her, it was horrid. Very very sad, and as soon as she revealed during an assembly that the pregnancy was false, a lot of people were in shock as she brought up all the horrible things they said and did to her because they thought she was pregnant.The reason for the experiment was to see how people would react and treat her if they thought she was pregnant, as opposed as to treating her as the straight A “Perfect” student they usually did. And it proved that people were horrible scumbags to her as soon as they thought she was. holy shit. this is fucking awesome I read this chick’s book! It was so cool. Her book is The Pregnancy Project by Gaby Rodriguez Pretty sure I reblogged something about this in the past, but now someone’s posted a book title and I want to read this book : did you know? did-you-kno.tumblr.co A 17 year old girl faked a pregnancy for 6 months as a social experiment with only a handful of people knowing about it. Rumor Stereot ASSOCIATED PRESS did-you-kno.tumblr.com boxlunches: kinkyconcepts: bolinator: djazzy: ximune: did-you-kno: Source I saw a news report about this on T.V., she was a straight A Student who had perfect attendance and everything. Everyone loved and respected her for her skills, but when she started this experiment and people thought she was pregnant, they started treating her like garbage. Even her teachers started looking down on her like she was scum of the earth. The only people who knew she was doing this as an experiment were her school principal, her health care teacher, her boyfriend, and her mother. Her own siblings thought she was pregnant!I mean even her friends turned on her, it was horrid. Very very sad, and as soon as she revealed during an assembly that the pregnancy was false, a lot of people were in shock as she brought up all the horrible things they said and did to her because they thought she was pregnant.The reason for the experiment was to see how people would react and treat her if they thought she was pregnant, as opposed as to treating her as the straight A “Perfect” student they usually did. And it proved that people were horrible scumbags to her as soon as they thought she was. holy shit. this is fucking awesome I read this chick’s book! It was so cool. Her book is The Pregnancy Project by Gaby Rodriguez Pretty sure I reblogged something about this in the past, but now someone’s posted a book title and I want to read this book
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<p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://spookyrawr.tumblr.com/post/147198819555">spookyrawr</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://rassoey.tumblr.com/post/147137618920">rassoey</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://avianawareness.tumblr.com/post/142348175648">avianawareness</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://aph-romania.tumblr.com/post/126884751990">aph-romania</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://reallymisscoffee.tumblr.com/post/112600407829">reallymisscoffee</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://dansknapp.tumblr.com/post/112490338303">dansknapp</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://stultiloquentia.tumblr.com/post/111598093070">stultiloquentia</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://doctormemelordmd.tumblr.com/post/90802186209">doctormemelordmd</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://fangirling-so-hard-rn.tumblr.com/post/81017140173">fangirling-so-hard-rn</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p>Crows are scary<br/>They</p> <ul><li>use tools</li> <li>Can be taught to speak (like parrots)</li> <li>Have huge brains for birds</li> <li>like seriously their brain-to-body size ratio is equal to that of a chimpanzee</li> <li>They vocalize anger, sadness, or happiness in response to things</li> <li>they are scary smart at solving puzzles</li> <li>some crows stay with their mates until one of them dies</li> <li>they can remember faces</li> <li>SIDENOTE HERE BECAUSE HOLY SHIT.  They did an experiment where these guys wore masks and some of them fucked with crows.  Pretty soon the crows recognized the masks = douchebag.  But the nice guys with masks they left alone.  THEN, OH WE’RE NOT DONE, NO SIR crows that WEREN’T EVEN IN THE EXPERIMENT AND NEVER SAW THE MASK BEFORE knew about mask-dudes and attacked them on sight.  THEY PASSED ON THE FUCKING INFORMATION TO THEIR CROW BUDDIES.</li> <li>They remember places where crows were killed by farmers and change their migration patterns.</li> </ul><p>Guys I’m really scared of crows now.<br/>(<a href="http://www.cracked.com/article_19042_6-terrifying-ways-crows-are-way-smarter-than-you-think_p2.html">q</a>) </p> </blockquote> <p>Yeah but have you seen this </p> <p><figure class="tmblr-full" data-orig-height="270" data-orig-width="500" data-orig-src="https://78.media.tumblr.com/bcd657aa38f63c920a15eed99aa27021/tumblr_inline_ny4gei7nWc1slf9z7_500.gif"><img src="https://78.media.tumblr.com/bcd657aa38f63c920a15eed99aa27021/tumblr_inline_oa1mgnVyA71twnl4w_500.gif" class="toggle_inline_image inline_image constrained_image" data-orig-height="270" data-orig-width="500" data-orig-src="https://78.media.tumblr.com/bcd657aa38f63c920a15eed99aa27021/tumblr_inline_ny4gei7nWc1slf9z7_500.gif"/></figure></p> </blockquote> <p>A colleague of my dad’s lives next to a lake, and looked out the window one morning to see a duck trapped in the ice. A crow swooped down. “Oh hell,” she thought, expecting carnage, because crows are opportunists. But the crow chipped at the ice with its beak until the duck was free.</p> </blockquote> <p>Idk of this counts but a few crows saved me from a magpie swooping attack once ,they’re bros who can tell when magpies are being unreasonable and need to chill</p> </blockquote> <p>I love crows so damn much. When I was fifteen, I hit a pretty serious bout of depression, to the point I was in my room for months. Well, a family of crows made a nest in a tree outside my window. There were two parents and two chicks. One chick was healthy and strong. One was weak, and had a caw like something being strained. It sounded more like a rooster crowing and so my parents jokingly named him ‘Buck’.Well… months passed and Buck’s sibling was taught to fly. His parents focused on the sibling because the sibling was strong. The father stayed behind to try and teach Buck, but I saw him try to fly, fail, and crash to the floor. His father helped him back up into the tree.</p> <p>Every day, I would watch Buck from my window until one day I opened it and started talking to him. He was small and gangly and he couldn’t caw right. His feathers were all over the place and I felt a kinship. So I made a deal with him. I told him that if he could do it, if he could fly, then I could find the strength to get up. Well… near the end of the season, after talking with him every day, I finally saw him get out of the nest. He went to the edge of his branch, braced himself, and jumped… and just before he hit the ground, he <i>soared</i> back up into the sky. I cheered harder than I ever had before.</p> <p>That winter, Buck left the area. I was crestfallen. I felt like I’d lost a friend. But I was so damn proud of him. </p> <p>Cut to the next spring? I’m walking up the driveway one day when suddenly I hear a sound… a broken caw. I look up, and Buck is sitting in a tree above my head. He stared at me and puffed his feathers, then hopped down in front of me and cawed again. I was so damn thrilled, and I told him how proud I was of him. He ruffled his feathers and then soared off into his old tree. </p> <p>That summer? I heard two broken caws. One from Buck… and one from his chick.</p> <p>Cut to ten years later? We have a family of crows who all have a very distinct caw and they come here and spend every spring, summer, and fall on our property. Buck still greets me every spring.</p> </blockquote> <p>that last reply made me wanna cry. that’s so beautiful.</p> </blockquote> <p>Don’t forget the Russian Crow <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6uXiAe7Oc-I">SLEDDING DOWN A ROOF</a> not once, but twice. </p> </blockquote> <p>this one morning i kept hearing really loud caws, i remember it was like 5am, LIKE REALLY LOUD AND ANNOYING AND AGGRESSIVE, so loud that i could hear it through a closed window, and i eventually went outside to check it out. there was a crow on my front lawn, it had an injury on its head and couldn’t fly and there were two other crows circling right above it, and they were cawing like mad. </p> <p>i tried to get close and take a better look and one of them dived super low and tried to attack me. so i went back in the house and chopped some sliced raw meat and tossed it at him from a distance.</p> <p>a few more times later, very soon after, they could tell i was trying to help, and did not attack me. i was “allowed” to walk up close and pick him up, he couldn’t drink water properly so i had to dip my finger in a bowl and stick it in his mouth.</p> <p>i did this few times a day and it went on for about a week before he disappeared, i thought he recovered and left, but he came back the next day and lands on me, and i see him around the block quite often, and he would come sit on my shoulder for a few minutes and then fly away again. i feel like i’ve adopted a son.</p> <figure data-orig-width="491" data-orig-height="655" class="tmblr-full"><img src="https://78.media.tumblr.com/de11dbf8cbb6363cf9c5b8d31e6a8d83/tumblr_inline_oa1rj8D8y31rx7kpt_540.png" alt="image" data-orig-width="491" data-orig-height="655"/></figure><figure data-orig-width="491" data-orig-height="655" class="tmblr-full"><img src="https://78.media.tumblr.com/eb4b5c547c2ddb311751e3153141570a/tumblr_inline_oa1rjtSnrM1rx7kpt_540.png" alt="image" data-orig-width="491" data-orig-height="655"/></figure><figure data-orig-width="491" data-orig-height="655" class="tmblr-full"><img src="https://78.media.tumblr.com/373eee8677424c7b6d2922154557916f/tumblr_inline_oa1rkhLOvR1rx7kpt_540.png" alt="image" data-orig-width="491" data-orig-height="655"/></figure></blockquote> <p>Best birbs !!</p> </blockquote>: now you kno! Crows are quite similar to humans isit their aging parents many y after they have left the nest. and v ears nowyoukno.com <p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://spookyrawr.tumblr.com/post/147198819555">spookyrawr</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://rassoey.tumblr.com/post/147137618920">rassoey</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://avianawareness.tumblr.com/post/142348175648">avianawareness</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://aph-romania.tumblr.com/post/126884751990">aph-romania</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://reallymisscoffee.tumblr.com/post/112600407829">reallymisscoffee</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://dansknapp.tumblr.com/post/112490338303">dansknapp</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://stultiloquentia.tumblr.com/post/111598093070">stultiloquentia</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://doctormemelordmd.tumblr.com/post/90802186209">doctormemelordmd</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://fangirling-so-hard-rn.tumblr.com/post/81017140173">fangirling-so-hard-rn</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p>Crows are scary<br/>They</p> <ul><li>use tools</li> <li>Can be taught to speak (like parrots)</li> <li>Have huge brains for birds</li> <li>like seriously their brain-to-body size ratio is equal to that of a chimpanzee</li> <li>They vocalize anger, sadness, or happiness in response to things</li> <li>they are scary smart at solving puzzles</li> <li>some crows stay with their mates until one of them dies</li> <li>they can remember faces</li> <li>SIDENOTE HERE BECAUSE HOLY SHIT.  They did an experiment where these guys wore masks and some of them fucked with crows.  Pretty soon the crows recognized the masks = douchebag.  But the nice guys with masks they left alone.  THEN, OH WE’RE NOT DONE, NO SIR crows that WEREN’T EVEN IN THE EXPERIMENT AND NEVER SAW THE MASK BEFORE knew about mask-dudes and attacked them on sight.  THEY PASSED ON THE FUCKING INFORMATION TO THEIR CROW BUDDIES.</li> <li>They remember places where crows were killed by farmers and change their migration patterns.</li> </ul><p>Guys I’m really scared of crows now.<br/>(<a href="http://www.cracked.com/article_19042_6-terrifying-ways-crows-are-way-smarter-than-you-think_p2.html">q</a>) </p> </blockquote> <p>Yeah but have you seen this </p> <p><figure class="tmblr-full" data-orig-height="270" data-orig-width="500" data-orig-src="https://78.media.tumblr.com/bcd657aa38f63c920a15eed99aa27021/tumblr_inline_ny4gei7nWc1slf9z7_500.gif"><img src="https://78.media.tumblr.com/bcd657aa38f63c920a15eed99aa27021/tumblr_inline_oa1mgnVyA71twnl4w_500.gif" class="toggle_inline_image inline_image constrained_image" data-orig-height="270" data-orig-width="500" data-orig-src="https://78.media.tumblr.com/bcd657aa38f63c920a15eed99aa27021/tumblr_inline_ny4gei7nWc1slf9z7_500.gif"/></figure></p> </blockquote> <p>A colleague of my dad’s lives next to a lake, and looked out the window one morning to see a duck trapped in the ice. A crow swooped down. “Oh hell,” she thought, expecting carnage, because crows are opportunists. But the crow chipped at the ice with its beak until the duck was free.</p> </blockquote> <p>Idk of this counts but a few crows saved me from a magpie swooping attack once ,they’re bros who can tell when magpies are being unreasonable and need to chill</p> </blockquote> <p>I love crows so damn much. When I was fifteen, I hit a pretty serious bout of depression, to the point I was in my room for months. Well, a family of crows made a nest in a tree outside my window. There were two parents and two chicks. One chick was healthy and strong. One was weak, and had a caw like something being strained. It sounded more like a rooster crowing and so my parents jokingly named him ‘Buck’.Well… months passed and Buck’s sibling was taught to fly. His parents focused on the sibling because the sibling was strong. The father stayed behind to try and teach Buck, but I saw him try to fly, fail, and crash to the floor. His father helped him back up into the tree.</p> <p>Every day, I would watch Buck from my window until one day I opened it and started talking to him. He was small and gangly and he couldn’t caw right. His feathers were all over the place and I felt a kinship. So I made a deal with him. I told him that if he could do it, if he could fly, then I could find the strength to get up. Well… near the end of the season, after talking with him every day, I finally saw him get out of the nest. He went to the edge of his branch, braced himself, and jumped… and just before he hit the ground, he <i>soared</i> back up into the sky. I cheered harder than I ever had before.</p> <p>That winter, Buck left the area. I was crestfallen. I felt like I’d lost a friend. But I was so damn proud of him. </p> <p>Cut to the next spring? I’m walking up the driveway one day when suddenly I hear a sound… a broken caw. I look up, and Buck is sitting in a tree above my head. He stared at me and puffed his feathers, then hopped down in front of me and cawed again. I was so damn thrilled, and I told him how proud I was of him. He ruffled his feathers and then soared off into his old tree. </p> <p>That summer? I heard two broken caws. One from Buck… and one from his chick.</p> <p>Cut to ten years later? We have a family of crows who all have a very distinct caw and they come here and spend every spring, summer, and fall on our property. Buck still greets me every spring.</p> </blockquote> <p>that last reply made me wanna cry. that’s so beautiful.</p> </blockquote> <p>Don’t forget the Russian Crow <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6uXiAe7Oc-I">SLEDDING DOWN A ROOF</a> not once, but twice. </p> </blockquote> <p>this one morning i kept hearing really loud caws, i remember it was like 5am, LIKE REALLY LOUD AND ANNOYING AND AGGRESSIVE, so loud that i could hear it through a closed window, and i eventually went outside to check it out. there was a crow on my front lawn, it had an injury on its head and couldn’t fly and there were two other crows circling right above it, and they were cawing like mad. </p> <p>i tried to get close and take a better look and one of them dived super low and tried to attack me. so i went back in the house and chopped some sliced raw meat and tossed it at him from a distance.</p> <p>a few more times later, very soon after, they could tell i was trying to help, and did not attack me. i was “allowed” to walk up close and pick him up, he couldn’t drink water properly so i had to dip my finger in a bowl and stick it in his mouth.</p> <p>i did this few times a day and it went on for about a week before he disappeared, i thought he recovered and left, but he came back the next day and lands on me, and i see him around the block quite often, and he would come sit on my shoulder for a few minutes and then fly away again. i feel like i’ve adopted a son.</p> <figure data-orig-width="491" data-orig-height="655" class="tmblr-full"><img src="https://78.media.tumblr.com/de11dbf8cbb6363cf9c5b8d31e6a8d83/tumblr_inline_oa1rj8D8y31rx7kpt_540.png" alt="image" data-orig-width="491" data-orig-height="655"/></figure><figure data-orig-width="491" data-orig-height="655" class="tmblr-full"><img src="https://78.media.tumblr.com/eb4b5c547c2ddb311751e3153141570a/tumblr_inline_oa1rjtSnrM1rx7kpt_540.png" alt="image" data-orig-width="491" data-orig-height="655"/></figure><figure data-orig-width="491" data-orig-height="655" class="tmblr-full"><img src="https://78.media.tumblr.com/373eee8677424c7b6d2922154557916f/tumblr_inline_oa1rkhLOvR1rx7kpt_540.png" alt="image" data-orig-width="491" data-orig-height="655"/></figure></blockquote> <p>Best birbs !!</p> </blockquote>
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bearofthesouth: breelandwalker: countrysidewitchery: reddobastard: onethingconstant: songbirde108: mercurialkitty: emmagrant01: clevermanka: youcangofindatree: moremetalthanyourmom: Okay but after seeing this I started doing it too and it’s amazing how many men I’ve run into bc they expected me to move Gotta try it I work (and walk) on a college campus. I’ve lost count of how many men I’ve smacked shoulders with. Recently, I was standing outside my son’s classroom waiting to talk to his teacher. I stood on one side of the hallway, not even close to the center. At some point, a man came walking along. I was standing right in his path, but the hallway was empty, so I logically expected him to swerve around me. Instead he kept walking right toward me, got to me, and stopped, as if waiting for me to get out of his way. I didn’t; I just smiled politely at him. He finally walked around me, clearly annoyed that I hadn’t leapt out of his manly path. Now I’m wishing I’d leapt aside, taken off my jacket and laid it on the floor before him, then bowed deeply and said, “My Liege!” I also work at a college campus. I smack shoulders sometimes, but I find that if I stare straight ahead and follow the advice below, people get the heck out of the way. Honestly this post changed how I carry myself when walking alone in public, or in a situation where I’m the one leading. People definitely move for the murder gaze. Confirmed. I once had to rush back inside a convention hall as the con was closing in order to a retrieve a sick friend’s medication, and I didn’t understand why people in the crowd were jumping out of my way (literally—one guy vaulted a table) until I realized I was dressed as the Winter Soldier and doing the Murder Walk because that’s just how I walk in those boots. I got the meds, got out, and made a mental note. I repeated the experiment later, wearing the boots but otherwise my usual clothing and mimicking the expression I thought I’d had at that moment. People parted like I was Charlton Heston. I now wear that style of boots whenever possible. I recently had a man do a double-take as I walked by and ask me, politely, where I had served because I “looked like a soldier.” I’m not current or former military. I was wearing a flowy purple peasant top and looked as un-soldierlike as possible. Moral of the story: wear comfortable shoes, square your shoulders, and walk like you’ve been sent to murder Captain America. WALK LIKE YOU’VE BEEN SENT TO MURDER CAPTAIN AMERICA I will always reblog this post, because it works!! Even when coming up to a large group of teenage lads, who are taking up the entire pathway and had not moved for adult males let alone anyone else, got the HELL out of the way for the murder walk!!! Always reblog for the Murder Walk. Yeah, let’s just ram into folks just to assert ourselves sure. : Anna Breslaw @annabreslavw My sister is doing arn experiment: Whenever men walk towards her, she doesn't move out of the way first. So far she has collided with 28 men. 12/13/14, 5:04 PNM bearofthesouth: breelandwalker: countrysidewitchery: reddobastard: onethingconstant: songbirde108: mercurialkitty: emmagrant01: clevermanka: youcangofindatree: moremetalthanyourmom: Okay but after seeing this I started doing it too and it’s amazing how many men I’ve run into bc they expected me to move Gotta try it I work (and walk) on a college campus. I’ve lost count of how many men I’ve smacked shoulders with. Recently, I was standing outside my son’s classroom waiting to talk to his teacher. I stood on one side of the hallway, not even close to the center. At some point, a man came walking along. I was standing right in his path, but the hallway was empty, so I logically expected him to swerve around me. Instead he kept walking right toward me, got to me, and stopped, as if waiting for me to get out of his way. I didn’t; I just smiled politely at him. He finally walked around me, clearly annoyed that I hadn’t leapt out of his manly path. Now I’m wishing I’d leapt aside, taken off my jacket and laid it on the floor before him, then bowed deeply and said, “My Liege!” I also work at a college campus. I smack shoulders sometimes, but I find that if I stare straight ahead and follow the advice below, people get the heck out of the way. Honestly this post changed how I carry myself when walking alone in public, or in a situation where I’m the one leading. People definitely move for the murder gaze. Confirmed. I once had to rush back inside a convention hall as the con was closing in order to a retrieve a sick friend’s medication, and I didn’t understand why people in the crowd were jumping out of my way (literally—one guy vaulted a table) until I realized I was dressed as the Winter Soldier and doing the Murder Walk because that’s just how I walk in those boots. I got the meds, got out, and made a mental note. I repeated the experiment later, wearing the boots but otherwise my usual clothing and mimicking the expression I thought I’d had at that moment. People parted like I was Charlton Heston. I now wear that style of boots whenever possible. I recently had a man do a double-take as I walked by and ask me, politely, where I had served because I “looked like a soldier.” I’m not current or former military. I was wearing a flowy purple peasant top and looked as un-soldierlike as possible. Moral of the story: wear comfortable shoes, square your shoulders, and walk like you’ve been sent to murder Captain America. WALK LIKE YOU’VE BEEN SENT TO MURDER CAPTAIN AMERICA I will always reblog this post, because it works!! Even when coming up to a large group of teenage lads, who are taking up the entire pathway and had not moved for adult males let alone anyone else, got the HELL out of the way for the murder walk!!! Always reblog for the Murder Walk. Yeah, let’s just ram into folks just to assert ourselves sure.
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<p><a href="http://antifeministphoenix.tumblr.com/post/120426232593/xkayla-mariex-undeadwill-smitethepatriarchy" class="tumblr_blog">antifeministphoenix</a>:</p> <blockquote><p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://xkayla-mariex.tumblr.com/post/120383946373/undeadwill-smitethepatriarchy-undeadwill">xkayla-mariex</a>:</p> <blockquote><p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://undeadwill.tumblr.com/post/120382435749/smitethepatriarchy-undeadwill">undeadwill</a>:</p><blockquote><p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://smitethepatriarchy.tumblr.com/post/120379568268/undeadwill-onlyblackgirl-dj-froge">smitethepatriarchy</a>:</p> <blockquote><p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://undeadwill.tumblr.com/post/120353830724/onlyblackgirl-dj-froge-sixpenceee-first-human">undeadwill</a>:</p> <blockquote><p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://onlyblackgirl.tumblr.com/post/112228168141/dj-froge-sixpenceee-first-human-x-ray-1896-the">onlyblackgirl</a>:</p> <blockquote><p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://dj-froge.tumblr.com/post/111011716553/sixpenceee-first-human-x-ray-1896-the-woman">dj-froge</a>:</p><blockquote><p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://sixpenceee.com/post/111011006259/first-human-x-ray-1896-the-woman-marie-curie">sixpenceee</a>:</p><blockquote><p><b>First Human X-ray 1896</b>. The woman, Marie Curie, who took part in this experiment had so many X-rays taken that she developed a form of blood cancer and died.<br/></p></blockquote> <p>Took part? <b>TOOK PART?????</b> <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marie_Curie">SHE FUCKIN INVENTED THAT SHIT WITH HER BAE (that’s pierre curie)</a>! Please don’t erase her enormous contributions and sacrifices to science by reducing her to some fuckin test subject k thanks. </p></blockquote> <p>Women always being erased. </p></blockquote> <p>She took part in the experiment. She was a both the lead researcher and one of the test subjects. </p><p>She isn’t being erased, op just didn’t tell us something that should be common fucking knowledge. </p></blockquote> <p>“should be common fucking knowledge” gee I wonder why it’s not, hmmmmmm.<br/></p></blockquote> <p>People are ignorant? </p><p>No seriously most people do not know who Telsa is let alone Marie Curie<br/></p></blockquote> <p>Definitely learned about Marie Curie in school. Hell, I learned about her all the way back in third grade. Just because y'all don’t pay attention in school or don’t learn certain things doesn’t mean “women are being erased.” Not society’s problem y'all don’t know common shit.</p></blockquote> <p>That’s not even who it is</p><figure data-orig-width="181" data-orig-height="278"><img data-orig-width="181" data-orig-height="278" src="https://78.media.tumblr.com/bb94422acce6f180dc1fc30255b089e0/tumblr_inline_np98krZ4as1rqujng_540.jpg"/></figure><p><a href="http://psychology.wikia.com/wiki/File:Roentgen-x-ray-von-kollikers-hand.jpg">Roentgen’s X-ray picture of the hand of his wife</a></p><p>Wilhelm Röntgen is who took that x ray of his wife’s, anna bertha ludwig, hand. Talk about erasing women. <br/></p><p> <a href="https://www.nde-ed.org/EducationResources/CommunityCollege/Radiography/Introduction/history.htm">Marie Curie didn’t invent x rays Wilhelm Röntgen</a></p><figure data-orig-width="500" data-orig-height="294" class="tmblr-full"><img data-orig-width="500" data-orig-height="294" src="https://78.media.tumblr.com/492270cb684cd32bf4a0406666e69843/tumblr_inline_np9943J3TY1rqujng_500.gif"/></figure></blockquote>: <p><a href="http://antifeministphoenix.tumblr.com/post/120426232593/xkayla-mariex-undeadwill-smitethepatriarchy" class="tumblr_blog">antifeministphoenix</a>:</p> <blockquote><p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://xkayla-mariex.tumblr.com/post/120383946373/undeadwill-smitethepatriarchy-undeadwill">xkayla-mariex</a>:</p> <blockquote><p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://undeadwill.tumblr.com/post/120382435749/smitethepatriarchy-undeadwill">undeadwill</a>:</p><blockquote><p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://smitethepatriarchy.tumblr.com/post/120379568268/undeadwill-onlyblackgirl-dj-froge">smitethepatriarchy</a>:</p> <blockquote><p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://undeadwill.tumblr.com/post/120353830724/onlyblackgirl-dj-froge-sixpenceee-first-human">undeadwill</a>:</p> <blockquote><p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://onlyblackgirl.tumblr.com/post/112228168141/dj-froge-sixpenceee-first-human-x-ray-1896-the">onlyblackgirl</a>:</p> <blockquote><p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://dj-froge.tumblr.com/post/111011716553/sixpenceee-first-human-x-ray-1896-the-woman">dj-froge</a>:</p><blockquote><p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://sixpenceee.com/post/111011006259/first-human-x-ray-1896-the-woman-marie-curie">sixpenceee</a>:</p><blockquote><p><b>First Human X-ray 1896</b>. The woman, Marie Curie, who took part in this experiment had so many X-rays taken that she developed a form of blood cancer and died.<br/></p></blockquote> <p>Took part? <b>TOOK PART?????</b> <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marie_Curie">SHE FUCKIN INVENTED THAT SHIT WITH HER BAE (that’s pierre curie)</a>! Please don’t erase her enormous contributions and sacrifices to science by reducing her to some fuckin test subject k thanks. </p></blockquote> <p>Women always being erased. </p></blockquote> <p>She took part in the experiment. She was a both the lead researcher and one of the test subjects. </p><p>She isn’t being erased, op just didn’t tell us something that should be common fucking knowledge. </p></blockquote> <p>“should be common fucking knowledge” gee I wonder why it’s not, hmmmmmm.<br/></p></blockquote> <p>People are ignorant? </p><p>No seriously most people do not know who Telsa is let alone Marie Curie<br/></p></blockquote> <p>Definitely learned about Marie Curie in school. Hell, I learned about her all the way back in third grade. Just because y'all don’t pay attention in school or don’t learn certain things doesn’t mean “women are being erased.” Not society’s problem y'all don’t know common shit.</p></blockquote> <p>That’s not even who it is</p><figure data-orig-width="181" data-orig-height="278"><img data-orig-width="181" data-orig-height="278" src="https://78.media.tumblr.com/bb94422acce6f180dc1fc30255b089e0/tumblr_inline_np98krZ4as1rqujng_540.jpg"/></figure><p><a href="http://psychology.wikia.com/wiki/File:Roentgen-x-ray-von-kollikers-hand.jpg">Roentgen’s X-ray picture of the hand of his wife</a></p><p>Wilhelm Röntgen is who took that x ray of his wife’s, anna bertha ludwig, hand. Talk about erasing women. <br/></p><p> <a href="https://www.nde-ed.org/EducationResources/CommunityCollege/Radiography/Introduction/history.htm">Marie Curie didn’t invent x rays Wilhelm Röntgen</a></p><figure data-orig-width="500" data-orig-height="294" class="tmblr-full"><img data-orig-width="500" data-orig-height="294" src="https://78.media.tumblr.com/492270cb684cd32bf4a0406666e69843/tumblr_inline_np9943J3TY1rqujng_500.gif"/></figure></blockquote>
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<p><a href="http://pointlessz.tumblr.com/post/111176711867/fitness-fits-me-lovelygirlsandgeekystuff" class="tumblr_blog">pointlessz</a>:</p><blockquote><p><a href="http://fitness-fits-me.com/post/107225052821/lovelygirlsandgeekystuff-hominishostilis" class="tumblr_blog">fitness-fits-me</a>:</p><blockquote><p><a href="http://lovelygirlsandgeekystuff.tumblr.com/post/106906084944/hominishostilis-divitation" class="tumblr_blog">lovelygirlsandgeekystuff</a>:</p><blockquote><p><a href="http://hominishostilis.tumblr.com/post/106882496773/divitation-matt-ruins-feminisms-shit-checked" class="tumblr_blog">hominishostilis</a>:</p><blockquote> <p><a href="http://divitation.tumblr.com/post/106881583244/matt-ruins-feminisms-shit-checked-into-it-this" class="tumblr_blog">divitation</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a href="http://matt-ruins-feminisms-shit.tumblr.com/post/106572123776/checked-into-it-this-is-true-she-even-wrote-a" class="tumblr_blog">matt-ruins-feminisms-shit</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p>Checked into it, this is true. She even wrote a follow up book about being institutionalized.</p> </blockquote> <p>Isn’t it funny that you never hear feminists mention this?</p> </blockquote> <p>Because it ruins all their bullshit about “male privilege” </p> </blockquote> <p>[on judgment] Jim said he thinks Vincent came into the experiment with some misconceptions about men. “I think she expected to find like a bunch of guys just talking about women’s private parts and a bunch of racists and, you know. I think, kind of, that’s what she came into this thinking,” he said. Vincent agreed. “They really showed me up as being the one who was really judgmental, because they were the ones who took me in, not knowing anything about me. They were the ones who made me their friend … no judgments attached,” Vincent said.</p> <p>[on dating] “In fact, we sit there and we just with one word, ‘no,’ will crush someone,” she said. “We don’t have to do the part where you cross the room and you go up to a stranger that you’ve never met in the middle of a room full of people and say the first words. And those first words are so hard to say without sounding like a cheeseball or sounding like a jerk.”</p> <p><i>&ldquo;Men are suffering. They have different problems than women have, but they don’t have it better,&rdquo; she said. &ldquo;They need our sympathy. They need our love, and maybe they need each other more than anything else. They need to be together.&rdquo; </i></p> <p><i> Ironically, Vincent said, it took experiencing life as a man for her to appreciate being a woman. “I really like being a woman. … I like it more now because I think it’s more of a privilege.” [<a href="http://abcnews.go.com/2020/Entertainment/story?id=1526982&amp;page=3">source</a>]</i></p> </blockquote> <p>woah</p> </blockquote> <p><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ip7kP_dd6LU">Here</a> is a link to the video of the ABC interview with her. It’s very interesting!</p></blockquote>: Norah Vincent, a lesbian feminist writer, once disguised herself as a man for 18 months to write a book on gender. After the experiment, she was institutionalized for depression, and stated that she never felt so glad for being a woman. <p><a href="http://pointlessz.tumblr.com/post/111176711867/fitness-fits-me-lovelygirlsandgeekystuff" class="tumblr_blog">pointlessz</a>:</p><blockquote><p><a href="http://fitness-fits-me.com/post/107225052821/lovelygirlsandgeekystuff-hominishostilis" class="tumblr_blog">fitness-fits-me</a>:</p><blockquote><p><a href="http://lovelygirlsandgeekystuff.tumblr.com/post/106906084944/hominishostilis-divitation" class="tumblr_blog">lovelygirlsandgeekystuff</a>:</p><blockquote><p><a href="http://hominishostilis.tumblr.com/post/106882496773/divitation-matt-ruins-feminisms-shit-checked" class="tumblr_blog">hominishostilis</a>:</p><blockquote> <p><a href="http://divitation.tumblr.com/post/106881583244/matt-ruins-feminisms-shit-checked-into-it-this" class="tumblr_blog">divitation</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a href="http://matt-ruins-feminisms-shit.tumblr.com/post/106572123776/checked-into-it-this-is-true-she-even-wrote-a" class="tumblr_blog">matt-ruins-feminisms-shit</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p>Checked into it, this is true. She even wrote a follow up book about being institutionalized.</p> </blockquote> <p>Isn’t it funny that you never hear feminists mention this?</p> </blockquote> <p>Because it ruins all their bullshit about “male privilege” </p> </blockquote> <p>[on judgment] Jim said he thinks Vincent came into the experiment with some misconceptions about men. “I think she expected to find like a bunch of guys just talking about women’s private parts and a bunch of racists and, you know. I think, kind of, that’s what she came into this thinking,” he said. Vincent agreed. “They really showed me up as being the one who was really judgmental, because they were the ones who took me in, not knowing anything about me. They were the ones who made me their friend … no judgments attached,” Vincent said.</p> <p>[on dating] “In fact, we sit there and we just with one word, ‘no,’ will crush someone,” she said. “We don’t have to do the part where you cross the room and you go up to a stranger that you’ve never met in the middle of a room full of people and say the first words. And those first words are so hard to say without sounding like a cheeseball or sounding like a jerk.”</p> <p><i>&ldquo;Men are suffering. They have different problems than women have, but they don’t have it better,&rdquo; she said. &ldquo;They need our sympathy. They need our love, and maybe they need each other more than anything else. They need to be together.&rdquo; </i></p> <p><i> Ironically, Vincent said, it took experiencing life as a man for her to appreciate being a woman. “I really like being a woman. … I like it more now because I think it’s more of a privilege.” [<a href="http://abcnews.go.com/2020/Entertainment/story?id=1526982&amp;page=3">source</a>]</i></p> </blockquote> <p>woah</p> </blockquote> <p><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ip7kP_dd6LU">Here</a> is a link to the video of the ABC interview with her. It’s very interesting!</p></blockquote>
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lokicolouredglasses: fandom-universe: kungfucarrie: The most dangerous phrase in the language is, “we’ve always done it this way.” Come on, let’s mix it up! The heart surgeon says. B-but we’ve always done it this way! The other replies, this is how you replace a heart valve. That’s the most dangerous phrase in the human language! The first surgeon replies haughtily as he inputs a fruit loop into the patient’s heart. This will be his valve. He will be a fruit loop in a world of Cheerios. (taken from this post on the experiments of Harry Harlow) This is serious business, because this is a large part of how sexism, racism, homophobia, rape culture, ethnocentrism, etc. continue to happen. : The most dangerous phrase in the language is "we' always done it this way." Rear Admiral Grace Hopper lokicolouredglasses: fandom-universe: kungfucarrie: The most dangerous phrase in the language is, “we’ve always done it this way.” Come on, let’s mix it up! The heart surgeon says. B-but we’ve always done it this way! The other replies, this is how you replace a heart valve. That’s the most dangerous phrase in the human language! The first surgeon replies haughtily as he inputs a fruit loop into the patient’s heart. This will be his valve. He will be a fruit loop in a world of Cheerios. (taken from this post on the experiments of Harry Harlow) This is serious business, because this is a large part of how sexism, racism, homophobia, rape culture, ethnocentrism, etc. continue to happen.

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ghost-chicky: theflyingshadow: fangirling-so-hard-rn: nowyoukno: Now You Know (Source) Crows are scaryThey use tools Can be taught to speak (like parrots) Have huge brains for birds like seriously their brain-to-body size ratio is equal to that of a chimpanzee They vocalize anger, sadness, or happiness in response to things they are scary smart at solving puzzles some ravens stay with their mates until one of them dies they can remember faces SIDENOTE HERE BECAUSE HOLY SHIT.  They did an experiment where these guys wore masks and some of them fucked with crows.  Pretty soon the crows recognized the masks = douchebag.  But the nice guys with masks they left alone.  THEN, OH WE’RE NOT DONE, NO SIR crows that WEREN’T EVEN IN THE EXPERIMENT AND NEVER SAW THE MASK BEFORE knew about mask-dudes and attacked them on sight.  THEY PASSED ON THE FUCKING INFORMATION TO THEIR CROW BUDDIES. They remember places where crows were killed by farmers and change their migration patterns. Guys I’m really scared of crows now.(q)  /Well A group of them isn’t called a ‘Murder’ for no reason you know.  Pfft “scary” more like hella awesomeCrows are the shit man, i love them : now you kno! Crows are quite similar to humans isit their aging parents many y after they have left the nest. and v ears nowyoukno.com ghost-chicky: theflyingshadow: fangirling-so-hard-rn: nowyoukno: Now You Know (Source) Crows are scaryThey use tools Can be taught to speak (like parrots) Have huge brains for birds like seriously their brain-to-body size ratio is equal to that of a chimpanzee They vocalize anger, sadness, or happiness in response to things they are scary smart at solving puzzles some ravens stay with their mates until one of them dies they can remember faces SIDENOTE HERE BECAUSE HOLY SHIT.  They did an experiment where these guys wore masks and some of them fucked with crows.  Pretty soon the crows recognized the masks = douchebag.  But the nice guys with masks they left alone.  THEN, OH WE’RE NOT DONE, NO SIR crows that WEREN’T EVEN IN THE EXPERIMENT AND NEVER SAW THE MASK BEFORE knew about mask-dudes and attacked them on sight.  THEY PASSED ON THE FUCKING INFORMATION TO THEIR CROW BUDDIES. They remember places where crows were killed by farmers and change their migration patterns. Guys I’m really scared of crows now.(q)  /Well A group of them isn’t called a ‘Murder’ for no reason you know.  Pfft “scary” more like hella awesomeCrows are the shit man, i love them
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lacigreen: ximune: did-you-kno: Source I saw a news report about this on T.V., she was a straight A Student who had perfect attendance and everything. Everyone loved and respected her for her skills, but when she started this experiment and people thought she was pregnant, they started treating her like garbage. Even her teachers started looking down on her like she was scum of the earth. The only people who knew she was doing this as an experiment were her school principle, her health care teacher and her father. Her own mother thought she was pregnant.I mean even her friends turned on her, it was horrid. Very very sad, and as soon as she revealed during an assembly that the pregnancy was false, a lot of people were in shock as she brought up all the horrible things they said and did to her because they thought she was pregnant.The reason for the experiment was to see how people would react and treat her if they thought she was pregnant, as apposed as to treating her as the straight A “Perfect” student they usually did. And it proved that people were horrible scumbags too her as soon as they thought she was. given that we refuse to properly educate our teens about sex or give them the tools to plan when they’re ready to be parents, at least society doesn’t treat teen mothers like the dirt beneath their feet! : did you know? did-you-kno.tumblr.co A 17 year old girl faked a pregnancy for 6 months as a social experiment with only a handful of people knowing about it. Rumor Stereot ASSOCIATED PRESS did-you-kno.tumblr.com lacigreen: ximune: did-you-kno: Source I saw a news report about this on T.V., she was a straight A Student who had perfect attendance and everything. Everyone loved and respected her for her skills, but when she started this experiment and people thought she was pregnant, they started treating her like garbage. Even her teachers started looking down on her like she was scum of the earth. The only people who knew she was doing this as an experiment were her school principle, her health care teacher and her father. Her own mother thought she was pregnant.I mean even her friends turned on her, it was horrid. Very very sad, and as soon as she revealed during an assembly that the pregnancy was false, a lot of people were in shock as she brought up all the horrible things they said and did to her because they thought she was pregnant.The reason for the experiment was to see how people would react and treat her if they thought she was pregnant, as apposed as to treating her as the straight A “Perfect” student they usually did. And it proved that people were horrible scumbags too her as soon as they thought she was. given that we refuse to properly educate our teens about sex or give them the tools to plan when they’re ready to be parents, at least society doesn’t treat teen mothers like the dirt beneath their feet!

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