As A Disabled Person Who Uses A Screen Reader

Two sickly, elderly male macaws paired together in the study had scarcely seen another macaw in their lives, yet formed a deep bond—dancing and singing enthusiastically together through the screen and calling “Hi! Come here! Hello!” whenever one or the other moved out of the video frame.

Guys I'm crying, technology brings disabled people AND parrots together. This is so great.

"A few significant findings emerged. The birds engaged in most calls for the maximum allowed time. They formed strong preferences—in the preliminary pilot study, Cunha’s bird Ellie, a Goffin’s cockatoo, became fast friends with a California-based African grey named Cookie. “It’s been over a year and they still talk,” Cunha says.

"According to Kleinberger, the types of vocalizations the birds used suggested they were mirroring the call and response nature they engage in in the wild—“hello, I’m here!” in parrot-speak."

(courtesy wolvendamien at Bluesky)

Posting faggot and queer like 2am gunshots to keep property values on my blog low and scare away assimilationist LGBTs who want to replace my empty lot full of native wildflowers with a 5-over-1 because they're too traumatized by their upbringing to accept the reality of our diverse marginalized community

Branka is part Newfound land, and I often say her favorite dogs are people.

She’ll walk by dog’s barking and lunging at her on the other side of the street and just give them a glance. She notices a person watching her, she looks at me (to see if I’m paying attention), then looks at the person, wags her tail, and does it again. I ask her, “Want to say ‘hi’? And we go say ‘hi’.”

This doesn’t happens as much anymore now she has cataracts. But she’s thrilled to death when I walk her over to someone she hasn’t yet noticed.

The best doggy

I'm on the East Coast, went to sleep at 9 pm, hoping to sleep through the night. Nope, nightmare and awake at 11:00 pm.

People are freaking out based on these early results and I just can't with that shit tonight. We know how it goes - Republicans look like they're doing well early on, then as more votes are counted and more polls close there's the shift. And yet every time we lose our minds.

Oh I'm going to be seeing this show later this month!

therapist: cunt dracula is not real and cannot fuck you.

cunt dracula:

Fae is such a beautiful puppy, thank you @doberbutts for sharing her joy with the rest of us.

I'm absolutely loving the discussionsection on this SCP. The original article was a too dense for me to wrap my head around understand.

So far this one is my favorite.

"[...] Of course from his perspective, he's just walking across the hall away from these statues that just toppled over. He's got no idea whats happened or how long he's been in there or what all these strange light blurs are everywhere…

Best thing to do would probably be to clear a path/build a tunnel away from him, through the horizon, into space. That way he gets shot into space and takes most of the energy with him."

The Foundation also sent a team in to correct the cause of the non gravitational singularity (the statues which existed incorrectly in the time continuum falling over) without having noticed the guy stuck near the center of it.

Now they're sending in more teams to tell the first group NOT to do that because it will collapse the singularity.

From the outside perspective the man is also blue shifted, so in all the comments he's referred to as the Blue Man.

My favourite stupid world-ending SCP object is the one that's literally just a hallway where time is stopped, except time isn't really stopped, it's just slowed way, way down, and the Foundation's Science Math™ indicates that when the effect collapses, everything that's in the hallway will return to normal spacetime preserving relative velocity – meaning this random guy who happened to be walking down the hallway when time stopped is going to come shooting out of it at half the speed of light and promptly explode.

Okay! Okay! But the 2020 one is actually the 3rd version. You’re missing 2!

I love the whole world. And being part of it.

It’s hard to feel that sentiment these days, but it still brings me to tears.

Advertising peaked at the Discovery channel “Boom de Yada” commercials

My Gender: I’m going to dissect, stab, and pate de verre my uterus when I finally get a hysterectomy.

Where's your copy of Les Mis by Victor Hugo?