While collecting eggs a couple of weeks ago, this egg slipped out of my hands from 5 feet up above wood, wire, and cement. Quail eggs are VERY fragile when it comes to impacts, so this egg’s life flash before my eyes and time slowed down as I watched the world’s most ridiculous accidental cartoon egg drop.
It somehow missed every obstacle on the way down (3 shelves) in order to land upon the side of a milk jug I had dropped the day before. It bounced off of that to a couple feet away, and hit the side of a hay bale. It bounced off of that, and somehow landed on the open lip of an empty feed back laying on the floor that I had put down under the towers to prevent the cement from sinking heat from the space. The bag gently collapsed, and rolled the pristine egg to a stop back at my feet.
I stared at it in disbelief. I took it inside and candled it- not a crack in it. So I noted the pen I got it from (CER) and scribbled “dropped?” on it. I figured SURELY it would not develop after that kind of nonsense, but when I candled at lockdown, the little thing was ready to go.
So, I stuck the egg into its own hatching bag, and sure as shit, the little fucker hatched!
And as if the rest of the story is not weird enough, this is possibly the first coturnix chick in the world who didn’t immediately faceplant off of a human hand in the pursuit of the cold embrace of death. It just sat there, posing with the egg. Looking around like Hm so this is what being alive is… it’s alright I guess.
Speepy Rube
I picked him up and pet his head and he was just like oh okay, and laid down to take a lil nap.
Cosmetics from a Woman’s Burial, including a Basket full of Plaited Hair Extensions
New Kingdom, 18th Dynasty, joint reign of Hatshepsut and Thutmose III, c. 1479–1458 B.C.
From below the Tomb of Senenmut (TT 71), Sheikh Abd el-Qurna, Thebes. Now at The Met.
▫ This woven grass basket, modest in scale yet rich in intimacy, was discovered within the burial of an unnamed woman living during the reign of Hatshepsut. Her lifetime coincided with that of Hatnefer, the well-documented mother of Senenmut, whose burial nearby provides a rare glimpse into the lives of elite women of the early New Kingdom.
Within the basket lay the discreet instruments of personal adornment: a small wooden box, a kohl jar with its applicator, and most evocatively, a cache of carefully prepared human hair. Fine plaited extensions and softly waved locks were intended to be woven into the wearer’s own hair, creating the elegant, voluminous hairstyles favoured in the mid-18th Dynasty. Such additions speak not of vanity, but of care, status, and the preservation of identity.
Nestled among the tresses was an alabaster kohl jar, its contents secured with linen and cloth, the polished ebony applicator threaded neatly through the fold. Kohl served not only as cosmetic, but as protection and charm. A small two-compartment wooden box, likely for jewellery or treasured personal items, completed the assemblage.
Together, these objects offer a tender glimpse into the private ritual of grooming, beauty, and self-presentation, carefully gathered and placed beside their owner as she was prepared for eternity. In such humble possessions, a life quietly endures.
when ur being mean to me this is who ur being mean to *picture of a grey alien that’s small and sick and shriveled and fucked and clearly on the brink of death*
I am whatever the opposite of a speed runner is. I am a game meanderer. I have to look at literally everything. I am overly cautious in every way. I forget to pause and wander away from the game. I take a minimum 7 hours to get through any given level. If you give me a timer I will cry.
speaking to children i feel myself default to language i’ve never used before in my life but i guess was stored with the “child friendly, paternal, school-appropriate” tags in my brain. i said skedaddle today
as media inof itself i have no opinions on kpop demon hunters. i’ve never seen it i have no desire to see it it looks fine. the music is also just fine. However, i have heard nothing at work but kpop demon hunter music since the beginning of the school year. they ask me to draw endless kpop demon hunter characters. i’m so tired. i fucking hate that stupidass movie and i despise their derivative and uninteresting music. i wish the kids would move onto anything else at all
