Looks like Twitter is currently down.
I thought I’d gotten in trouble and been suspended or something, but the whole site is down.
I hope the data is secure. That this is just some kind of DDoS attack.
EDIT: My Twitter feed is still showing up in my Jetpack Twitter feed. So posts are being made.
If Twitter is hacked, can “they” get to my site through the Jetpack and/or WordPress modules?
Pax,
~Harper Kingsley
It’s sad. One of the quail died.
It looks like a rat gnawed its way in through the top of the cage and got her while she was sleeping.
Unfortunately, it was the female that was killed, as if it was the male I could have moved her to the other cage. As it is, this poor guy is sitting in a corner all alone, and he seems really traumatized. (He must have spent all night next to her body because he only ran to the corner once I took her away.)
The two of them have been together since they left the chick cage. They really were like an old married couple out there, cuddling together and with him hopping around her protectively whenever I got close.
Now he’s alone.
I feel really sad for him.
There’s always too many male quail.
You only need one to keep a flock happy (the ladies feel secure with a male around), but it always seems like the females are getting themselves killed off.
I think it has to do with how entirely docile they are.
Domesticated quail are really tame as long as you don’t startle them. (Coturnix; button quail are more novelty than anything else.)
If you approach them on the level–don’t loom!–they will quickly settle and you can reach right in amongst them. They don’t even mind having their bodies gently nudged out of the way and will just walk around your hand to keep getting at whatever it is they want.
They aren’t naturally full of salmonella like chickens are. BUT you can accidentally introduce salmonella into your flock by feeding them uncooked chicken eggshells or having their cages too close to where you house chickens.
I DON’T COMPOST UNCOOKED CHICKEN EGGSHELL because of the possibility of cross-contamination to wild birds. That whole “Salmonella outbreak amongst wild birds”-thing is likely tied to someone composting a bunch of chicken waste, or going “I’ll let the wild birds have the leftover food from my chickens” and not realizing that those birds would come into contact with salmonella and be able to spread it to other wild birds.
I don’t think it’s killing the wild birds. But when they congregate at a backyard feeder, they can infect each other, and then they spread it through other feeders into a big problem. Because now there’s a bunch of salmonella in your yard, and if YOU don’t wash your hands you can get very sick. Same with animals eating those wild birds or drinking water where they’ve been.
So if I’m going to compost uncooked chicken eggshells, I might boil them real quick or bake them to kill the bacteria.
Because while it’s not like I’m throwing a bunch of raw eggs into my pile, even just a little salmonella can spread and contaminate other things.
And curious little birds will get into anything and try to dig around. So it’s better to be safe than sorry.
Anyways. I’m sad over the loss of my bird. And I feel a little mad for thinking “If it had been you instead of her”-about him, because he can’t help it that he’s male and can’t be put into the other cage. And it’s not anger toward him, it’s anger at the situation, where he’s likely to spend the rest of his life in a big cage by himself because I only have three birds right now, counting him.
If there were more females, I would pop at least one into his cage. But there’s not.
Because somehow or other (bad planning, smart rats, our cat Lemon’s feral mother and brother), I ended up with way more males than females. And now they’ve been whittled down to just three birds.
And that’s so sad to me. And frustrating. And heartbreaking. And I don’t know what I’m going to do when it’s just one lonely bird looking at me. Asking “Why?”
I was getting excited about my upcoming unbirthday on May 12th, with all these great plans… But these last two months have been a real kick to the balls, haven’t they?
I am a trans ally, which means I feel like I have to speak out when other people are wallowing in douchebaggery.
I’m a gay/lesbian/queer ally, which means I feel like I have to speak out when people are being terrible.
I am anti-racism, anti-bigotry, a feminist (which means I’m anti-misogyny and anti-misandry), and I’m anti-anti-science.
I am a climate change fighter. A compost and sustainability supporter. An animal protection warrior.
And I am lazy as fuck.
So… my unbirthday has not been a priority as I’ve been sucked into the recent horror of horrors. Just so many horrors.
It’s very hard to write cheerful things when it feels like the world is on fire.
So I’m shrinking my unbirthday plans. But I’ll write you guys a porn.
Pax,
~Harper Kingsley
So… There’s been a lot happening in the world today. Like, almost too much for one person to bear.
Good thing there’s like 70% of us out here, angry and riled up, ready to yell together. Stand together. Fight back together.
And that’s the key term right there: fight back.
It’s not that we’re angry and getting aggressive and going out to fuck shit up the way we’d want to… No, it’s that we’ve been quiet in our homes, minding our own business, living our own lives, AND THEY’VE DECIDED TO COME AFTER US.
They have decided to come into ours homes. Our bathrooms. Our bodies.
And why?
Because they have “very strong religious views.”
But dude, your religion is not my religion. Your religion isn’t even the Christian religion. It’s some weird offshoot you grew up in that started with purity rings and “I will marry my daddy”-virginity pledges and became “We need to breed more children to prevent White Genocide,” which is ridiculous because White Genocide isn’t a thing. It’s just that all the biracial people have stopped ticking the “White” box on forms. That’s why your numbers have dropped: People have made the choice to stop associating with your problematic selves.
And we all shrugged your weirdness off, because this is America. You have the right to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness… So if it makes you happy to let some men you don’t know decide your life… More power to ya, suckas!
Meanwhile, for the rest of us…
I don’t care about your religion. Your god isn’t even the God of the Bible. (I SAW you all calling Trump your savior and going down on your knees before him. I heard that Pat Robertson fella, or whatever his name is, basically saying “Donald Trump is a piece of antichrist shit, but if he gets us into power then he’s DOING THE LORD’S WORK… to bring about the End Times so we can have that Rapture and all go to Heaven after the Earth becomes a burning wasteland of death and misery.”) And seriously: No respect to you.
WE don’t want what YOU want.
WE don’t want to witness the DEATH and MISERY that will follow a total ban on abortion. I don’t think YOU even know what you’re talking about at this point. I mean, when you stand up and say “They should scrape that ectopic pregnancy out and reinsert it properly” all I hear is “Bah-bah, I’m a stupid sheep! I’ll follow you into the Laughter House.” Because seriously: Just because “ectopic pregnancy” has the word “pregnancy” in it doesn’t mean that it’s viable. It means that something is growing within a person’s body, like a tumor, and just like a cancer that has shifted from one part of the body to another, an “ectopic pregnancy” is a bunch of cells growing and reproducing where they shouldn’t.
“The cancer has moved to his liver” is pretty close to what an ectopic pregnancy is.
An egg met a sperm, and they started their little dance, but the egg didn’t make its way into the tunnel first and is instead crashed into the wall outside. And gas is running everywhere, just waiting for that spark of gangrene.
There are only a handful of cases where mother and baby have survived an ectopic pregnancy => https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ectopic_pregnancy#Live_birth <= and all those cases have to do with ABNORMALITIES keeping both alive. Like, these instances are miraculous because in 99.99% of cases BOTH DIE.
It’s like when we executed that one guy and the drugs didn’t work and they had to kill him again? That’s your chances of surviving an ectopic pregnancy.
“Well, I’m special. God has a plan for me. If I get an ectopic pregnancy, it’s going to latch onto my heretofore nonexistent uterine fibroids and there will be competent doctors even though I’ve been pushing an anti-science anti-doctor agenda for decades and it will be healthy and wonderful and it won’t ruin my future fertility because God said to be fruitful and I’m his chosen one…”
STFU. You’re not that special.
Pasting all your hopes on the idea that you or the person you love might be The Chosen One to survive an ectopic pregnancy is pure fantasy.
It’s like taking an egg out of the fridge and having it slip out of your hand to smash against the door. You’re not going to eat that egg. That egg is trashed.
But that egg slime is still all over your fridge door, and as it congeals it becomes harder and harder to clean. It goes from being something you can wipe up with a paper towel and then spritz with sanitizer and wipe again to you squatted in front of the fridge with a butter knife trying fruitlessly to scrape it off while cursing and maybe even crying a little from the frustration.
And it’s happening to a living person, who is DYING from it as sepsis overtakes their body.
And aholes got in charge, and they made the words that became OUR laws, and they decided that miscarriage aftercare ALSO be called an abortion. Because they are cruel, contentious people with their own agendas, and those agendas are not good for humanity.
For reals: I am angry. WE are angry.
You stand alone in a crowd of people and you wonder why EVERYONE has turned against you and your beliefs… and you never once consider that you might be wrong. That you might be following false prophets that don’t care about you because they’re only focused on their own profits. On their ability to USE you and your beliefs to get what they want.
You are a tool that thinks its a person.
And that’s sad. Because at any time you can look things up from CREDIBLE resources and educate yourself, but you choose instead to be the mouthpiece of madmen.
You CHOOSE to be a tool, then you wonder why the rest of us don’t respect you, like you, love you, want to hang out with you.
You open your mouth, and the words of madmen come out, then you wonder why nobody wants to talk to you.
You are not special. You are not a “chosen WARRIOR of God.”
You are a fool being led around by the nose while thinking you’re making your own decisions and forming your own opinions. Yet everything you are is focused on amplifying the messages being mirrored at you from religious heretics.
And that message is “REDRUM.”
P.S. “White People” are not a race. I am half-Caucasian.