lizardywizard:

brin-bellway replied to your post: I was checking Hurricane over pre-ride and somehow…

Get well soon, Hurricane. (Huh, my road test is also on Wednesday.)

Aw thank you from both of us. <3

Oh huh! Bike, car or something else?

#also i realised you like my posts a lot #but i don’t think we’ve ever talked #so hiii

Hi!

We had an IM conversation once: copingkin, psychological otherkin, and the distinction or lack thereof.

As for the test, it’s car: I’ve got a learner’s permit right now, and I’m going for my intermediate license.

For context, getting your intermediate is, in terms of practical benefits, a much bigger deal than getting your full license. The difference in driving restrictions between intermediate and full in Ontario is very small, and even smaller if you’re age 20+ (which I am):

  • “Carry only as many passengers as there are working seatbelts“ (wait, that doesn’t apply to everyone?)
  • Zero tolerance alcohol rather than 0.05 (I don’t expect this to be relevant)
  • The legality of driving in America is unclear rather than explicitly allowed (we might just have Dad continue doing all the American driving to be on the safe side)
  • If your license comes up for five-year renewal before you get your full license (which it might; you have to spend a year with intermediate before taking the test to get full, and my five-year renewal is the end of July next year), renewing is trickier and more murky. It looks like if I end up needing to, I *might* be able to arrange to start my next five years directly as intermediate, or I might be kicked to learner and need to take the first road test again (but the “spend eight months in learner before taking the intermediate test” doesn’t apply to your second time, so I could re-take the intermediate test as soon as they can schedule me in). Hopefully I’ll manage to pass everything quickly enough that it doesn’t matter.

(The Ontarian terminology for car license types is “G1”, “G2”, and “G”, but I’ve used “learner”, “intermediate”, and “full” here because they’re more widely recognised terms.)


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#driving #reply via reblog #my driving instructor told me not to drive myself home from a successful road test if I can avoid it #because people who have just passed a road test tend to be intoxicated by the glow of success #and as such are at rather increased crash risk #so one should drive as little as possible until one starts to get over the excitement of passing #not sure how much of that is practical with a motorcycle

TIL that the LibreOffice Canadian English dictionary doesn’t include “poutine”

how is this even a Canadian dictionary


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#my spellcheck has been broken for over a year #finally got around to figuring out how to fix it today #(turns out it actually wasn’t that difficult) #so now I’m going through my text documents and teaching the custom dictionary my idiosyncrasies #didn’t think I’d have to teach it ”poutine” #(the Firefox dictionary also doesn’t include ”poutine”) #(but that’s less surprising) #language #oh look an original post #our home and cherished land

justice-turtle:

So @brin-bellway mentioned that being born into liberal feminism is apparently “vanishingly rare, to the point that I’ve seen people who will actually base an argument they’re making on the assumption that everyone comes from somewhere else. (“Nobody’s born spouting feminist doctrine! Give people a chance to learn!” Dude, I *was* born spouting feminist doctrine *that is now two decades out of date*.)”

Thing is, being a convert (so to speak) from hyperconservatism is also vanishingly rare – I know of one other person besides me who switched, and the most common argument I see against tone policing is “Nobody ever changed a hyperconservative’s mind by talking to them.” Which, I mean, tone policing is in fact wrong, but that argument is invalid, because I’m sitting right here not being hyperconservative anymore. ^_^

So what we were wondering is: where the fuck did all the rest of y’all come from? O_O Is there some large pool of mildly apolitical families out there that we just don’t hear about? (And in today’s polarized political climate, how’d you manage that? ;P)

I’m not, though. I mean, I am now, but just as I am a liberal feminist through an accident of birth*, so too am I American through an accident of birth. In fact, I’m Canadian for political reasons: you know how people always say that if a Republican gets the presidency, they’re moving to Canada? Dad saw the “you are with us, or you are with the terrorists” speech, went “fuck this, I’m moving to Canada”, and actually went through with it. (I occasionally refer to our move as “part of a long tradition stretching back to the Loyalists”.)

*Please don’t ask what my sincerely-held political opinions are. (The answer is “I’m not sure I even understand the concept of a sincerely-held political opinion, let alone whether I have any, let alone what they are”.)


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#I have some *vague* suspicions that I might actually have some genuine opinions around here somewhere #I occasionally notice a moral claim that hurts to hear even though #I happen to qualify by the standard in question #(I notice it most with people shaming kinks I don’t have) #even when there is no consensus in my tribe on the morality of it #it isn’t–I think–the pain of ”that was a dangerous thing to say and I’m scared I’ll get caught in the ensuing flamewar’s crossfire” #but more like the pain of encountering someone being factually incorrect #from this I tentatively infer that I genuinely disagree with these claims #but there are few claims that have either little enough or balanced enough baggage that I can sense the feeling of whether it’s Incorrect ov #over the feeling of whether it’s Dangerous #reply via reblog #our home and cherished land #(a tag which does double-duty as both a general Canada tag and an immigration tag) #(the following category tag was added retroactively:) #our roads may be golden or broken or lost


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iwillbeyourhands:

something i’m curious about: where are you from, and is it normal to see fireflies in the summer?

 

choppye:

Auckland New Zealand and HELL NO

 

macateallthespookings:

my mom lives in NC and during the summer the treeline behind her house lights up with so many fireflies that it looks like flickering stars in a darker part of the night sky

 

iwillbeyourhands:

yeah this is my experience, basically a constant lights show in the summer 

 

timefortigers:

ive never seen a firefly in my life

 

wufflesvetinari:

in suburban michigan you may see a single firefly at night and it will be a Big Deal. if you go to the more wooded areas, you’ll see them flashing on and off regularly (still not that intense though)

 

ladyyatexel:

Everywhere in Pennsylvania. They’re actually our state insect.

 

jewishdragon:

California

No

 

thetransintransgenic:

Some places have fireflies and some places do not and the places that do not are WRONG AND BAD BECAUSE FIREFLIES ARE WONDERFUL AND AMAZING.

Raising a child in a place that does not have Sufficient Fireflies is basically ALMOST AS TERRIBLE as gendering your child, which is very terrible indeed.

(</sarcasm>. Except about the “gendering children is terrible”. And the “fireflies are awesome”. But it’s okay and not abuse if there are no fireflies, I guess. Even though fireflies are awesome.)

 

sinesalvatorem:

I have seen, like, one firefly (or maybe another luminous flying bug?) every few months in the couple Caribbean countries I’ve lived in. It seems to be completely unrelated to seasons there.

I miss New Jersey’s fireflies. I haven’t seen a firefly since I moved to southern Ontario.

(To be fair, I don’t go out at dusk very often here, so it’s possible there’s some around and they’re just less blatant.)


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#reply via reblog #home of the brave #our home and cherished land

a tale of trees and espionage

comparativelysuperlative:

unrealthings:

melody-sillermoon:

emberglows:

okay story time:

my professor (lovely man, married to our TA, 5’2″, about as intimidating as a muffin) is a dendrologist by trade, so he studies trees. it was about three hours into our social sciences course, last lecture before exams, everyone was frazzled and exhausted, so he told us about his most exciting/in-depth research to date to cheer us up.

(the few of us who actually showed up were like “ok sir im sure its fascinating” but in our minds we were totally like its trees what. is. exciting. about trees. You might be wondering the same thing – the acorns? the leaves? the roots? BUT NO. IMMA FUCKIN TELL YA.)

ANYWAY we settle in, he had a few pictures loaded up from his field work (we were chuckling at this point…. ‘hehehe field work’ i giggled to my frend. its trees.) and began to tell his tale. it’s long, imma warn you, but……. god. just read it.

theres an species of tree called the cucumber tree (Magnolia acuminata, if ya wanna get all Latin-y). its super endangered, in our region there’s only ~280 that are registered by the government, yadda yadda yadda. my prof thought that was tragic (i know) but also strange, because when he was writing his thesis about local trees years ago, he kept coming across cucumber trees in really random places. we’re talking like backyards, independently-owned nurseries, etc. WHICH IS IMPOSSIBLE because, according to tree law (i know) it is very strictly protected by the government, and thus super “illegal to possess, transport, collect, buy or sell any part of a living or dead member of a listed species if it originates from wild sources.” essentially, the govt takes control over growing the trees and anyone who independently raises them is breaking the law (i know)

so he’d ask people “do you have a permit for these trees?” and they were like “uh no, it’s just a tree someone sold me, i think it looks nice, are you gonna arrest me?” so he’d be like “nah nah nah just tell me who sold it to you”

eventually, months/years later, someone did, and turns out it was like this underground sort-of illegal tree dealing club (i know). so my prof went, got a bit of funding from the government, who were getting pissed at independent cucumber tree numbers, and THIS IS WHERE IT GETS INTO THE GOOD SHIT I STG.

he infiltrates the tree trafficking organization. he buys a cucumber tree from an independent nursery, raises it for months, ensures he gets noticed by the traffickers, and then INFILTRATES it and convinces its leader to LET HIM JOIN. he has to pay like a steep entrance fee, which he does (and it blows my mind that the government of my country paid money to illegal tree dealers), but then he is given full access to records and maps because they think he’s one of them, not a SECRET AGENT.

now this part blows my mind because the tree lords don’t even have to try very hard to find cucumber trees because government agents MARK THE TREES AND DISTINCTLY TAG THEM SAYING THIS IS ENDANGERED DO NOT TOUCH. so, ya know…………. it’s a bit obvious. my prof hangs out with the members so much that he figures out their “hit spots”. these are where the trees are relatively secluded and unguarded. (he writes all this shit and numbers down for his research.)

BUT THATS NOT ENOUGH BECAUSE THE GOVT SAYS HES WASTING THEIR FUNDING IF HE DOESNT HAVE PROOF and they are willing to take LEGAL ACTION for misuse of funding (my prof doesn’t have the money nore time nor power to take them to court, which would also blow his cover). so my prof literally STAKES OUT a copse of cucumber trees at a recognized wildlife reserve for. DAYS. he camps there, and watches the trees, is about to give up, he’s going off an unreliable rumor from the traffickers that a harvester would be going there within the next week. finally, this guy comes and takes the cucumber tree seeds from the CLEARLY MARKED trees by the government, and my prof takes pictures (we are shown these pictures, most of us are speechless at this point). dozens of candid shots of a man my grandpa’s age with a grocery store bag, garden shears, and a ladder, clipping away the illegal seeds and then going on his merry fucking way.

so my prof has the proof, he’s been undercover for months now at this point, he writes up his report, gives it to the government who is like…….. “oh shit”, helps them draft up a new LESS COMPLETELY FUCKING OBVIOUS way of marking endangered trees (so that way non-tree-lovers wouldn’t damage them further, etc.), and then never returns to the tree traffickers. he’d given them a fake name, address, everything….. he disappears.

…there was a full minute of stunned silence from us students at this point, during which he grew more and more nervous (again, he’s a muffin) and all of us students are just like……. “whoa.” we asked him what happened to the remaining illegal cucumber trees & if he turned the tree dealers in to the government, and that is when he smiles a little bit and shows us the last few pictures. because here’s the kicker… he never turned the smugglers in. he burned all the data he collected, defied the government pressuring him to turn them in, and the only reason he’s not incarcerated is because his work is so prominent in certain circles now & universities love him, that there would be an uproar if he got arrested. he’s like a fucking anti-hero and then he tells us (i’ll never forget, it’s the most inspirational green-thumb thing in the world) “it may be ‘illegal’, but those who risk their liberty to ~save the world~ should never be reprimanded, no matter what those in power say.”

we are all stunned. some of us are considering dendrology as a field we’d now be interested in pursuing. he clicks his slide one final time, before we leave our last lecture and, since he had an asthma attack (lil muffin) he didn’t attend our exam, so i never see him again…………

and there, on the slides, the last picture? THERE HE IS. in his own backyard. with his equally lovely TA wife. both grinning innocently, standing underneath a……. FUCKING. FULL GROWN. ILLEGAL. CUCUMBER TREE.

Renegade botanist story, yasssss

@sednamode

It’s the kind of story that stays good even if it’s fake, but this does accurately quote Canadian tree law (i know).


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#storytime #anything that makes me laugh this much deserves a reblog #yeah I went googling and that was pretty much the conclusion I came to #our home and cherished land

I’m Sick

sinesalvatorem:

I probably have the cold now. Ugh. This sucks. Damn Canada with it’s inhuman temperatures and its long-as-fuck commutes that expose me to said temperature.

When I’m sick* I forget how hunger and it doesn’t even occur to me to eat food. So I just had breakfast at quarter to four. Why am I so non-functional argh.

(*Ever since I had the Evil Mosquito Illness. Before that, my response to illness was to eat more. This change is probably part of the reason why I still haven’t put back on all the weight I lost to that disease. It has been almost two year and I’ve only regained ten pounds fuck.)

I got sick all the time when I was new to Canada too. I think it’s because the microbial milieu is different here than back home, with a different set of commonly-encountered cold variants. You have to catch up.

(also, :( )


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#reply via reblog #our home and cherished land #illness tw #disordered eating

nonternary:

sinesalvatorem:

@ilzolende​ mentioned that people asked to pet their hair at the Solstice. I said there was a good chance that more people would have asked to touch mine, because of the uniqueness. They said that there was actually a good chance that fewer people would ask because of the cause of the uniqueness.

So, fwiw, I like having my hair touched, once I have warning that it’s about to happen and don’t reflexively duck and block anyone trying to touch me. So, if I meet you irl and you want to touch my hair, go ahead and ask. I won’t call you racist.


…Actually, now that I think about it, there is a reasonable chance I will call you racist for something. It’s a habit from back home. I’m from a majority-black country where no one really takes the idea of racism seriously. As such, jokes about people being racist for innocuous things are the norm.

I have called people racist for saying “all X look the same” when they were talking about oranges or action movies. I have asked “Is it because I’m black?” when people have asked if I’d prefer Coke to Pepsi. The thing is, these were all jokes aimed at other black people, in a mostly-black culture, where no one took the idea of racism seriously. The most common reaction to “Is it because I’m black?” was always “Yes”. The reaction to “all X look the same” comments was “Yes, they do, and black people too”.

I may have to change this habit if I’m going to stay in North America. In my first week here, I called a Canadian racist for saying that all apples look the same. This… Did not go as expected. At all. It ended with us apologising profusely to each other and feeling mutually guilty.

On the bright side, if I can apologise at someone while they’re apologising at me and end up in a spiral of “I’m sorry!” “No, I’m sorry!”, there may yet be hope for me becoming a True Canadian.


So, for future reference: If I actually think you did something that was racist and bad, expect me to say “What you did was harmful because…”. If I say “That was racist”, you may assume with 90% confidence that I’m joking. I just wasn’t raised to take anything that begins with “That’s racist” seriously.

“In my first week here, I called a Canadian racist for saying that all apples look the same. This… Did not go as expected. At all. It ended with us apologising profusely to each other and feeling mutually guilty.” Alison/Canada OTP

Canada<–Alison–>Sunlight love triangle


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#reply via reblog

Went to check my email and saw that Harper’s been ousted!

*cheers*

(I’m not sure I want to reveal my riding in a public post, so I’ll leave it at that.)


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#riding-specific version of reaction post available if I know you well enough #wi-ith gloooowing hearts #we seeee thee rise #the true north strong and free #from far and wide #o Canada #we stand on gua-ard for theeee #oh look an original post #our home and cherished land #it’s quite possible there’s already stuff on my dash about this #but I wrote this before catching up on Tumblr