Never forget to bring this up when someone tries to defend IGNs credibility.
They scored a literal dumpster fire higher then the MLP movie.
The mlp movie isn’t some brilliant work of art, but it’s a fundamentally competent production. The emoji movie is nothing. This is outrageous.
MLP is a feel-good movie.
It’s the sort of thing you watch and get a warm and fuzzy nostalgic high off how much it pays tribute 80s and 90s animation where the roots of MLP are.
Not ground breaking but a solid 8/10 at the least and a blast to sit down and enjoy, especially with the high-quality animation and music.
It was also one of our last bastions of hope regarding 2D animated mainstream movies. It was fucking *gorgeous* with that animation and movement.
What did The Emoji Movie offer us? Nothing. Nothing original, insightful, or even visually interesting.
THIS
The movie was gorgeous and will forever respect it had the balls to use more traditional style 2D animation at a time when full CGI still rules big-budget animation.
Pinkie’s cuteness alone makes me want to finally see it.
They did a beautiful bringing out her character with expressions that are somehow both over-the-top and cute at the same time
Personally Tempest Shadow’s performance/animation just sold this movie for me.
I was told that the models for this movies had a RIDICULOUS amount of frames for each turn around. Rather than just sliding the features around on the face to give the illusion of 3 dimentions the characters had individual face shapes to flow between to make the turns SUPER smooth on every angle.
Having seen the movie I believe this 100%. Was it overkill? Possibly, but damn it looked GOOD.
It’s funny. I remember Lauren Faust one time commenting about how media targeted specifically for women or young girls are criticized more harshly than those made for boys. And here we are.
Also of note, it’s unknown officially what the exact budget for the film was but it’s said to be around 8 to 30 million dollars, the usual minimum budget for a theatrical animated feature these days is around 50 million to 65 million dollars. The fact that they managed to make the movie look this good on such a small budget is an amazing accomplishment (also the animators worked overtime through 7 day weeks towards the end of production to get the film finished on time).
There’s also the fact that while the film does include celebrities voicing the newer characters, the main cast from the show have all their original voice actresses/actors from the TV series, something that is extremely rare for big screen cartoon adaptations as they usually just recast the main characters.
I know everyone is entitled to their opinion and that this film isn’t perfect, but come on! It at least deserves more respect than The Emoji Movie!
All of this ^
Seeing the Emoji movie get rated high is genuinely making me pissed the more I think about it.
So about 4 days ago my brother was working in the yard and he was getting rid of this big old plastic pot we had that was already falling apart. To fit it in the garbage bag he had to smash it into smaller pieces with a shovel.
But when he dumped out the dirt….
…eggs. Ten little eggs.
My mom brought them in to show me. Not knowing what they were or if they were dangerous or not, she asked me if I wanted to take one and open it up outside to make sure it wasn’t full of baby bugs or something. I told her that they were definitely reptile eggs but she was still giving them the ‘I-still-don’t-trust-that-they-aren’t-bugs’ look.
I knew there was no way it was full of bugs and I wouldn’t be able to get it off my mind if we cut one out and killed it. But then I remembered candling.
If you don’t know what candling is, it’s when you put a flashlight under an egg to check if it’s fertile or not.
So I told her to hold on and I ran to get a flashlight.
Lo and behold they were not bugs.
It was our first time ever candling anything so we weren’t exactly sure what to look for. The only videos I had ever seen for candling an egg was a video talking about how some geckos lay eggs without a mate but there is a rare chance they could be fertile anyway; the eggs in the video were always empty though. So we checked all the eggs and they were all alive and responsive. I managed to convince my family that I was 99% sure they were lizards of some kind.
Since we kind of accidentally destroyed their nest and a storm was coming we set out to give them somewhere safe to hatch.
We got a pot and filled it with damp dirt like the one we found them in but smaller. After candling each egg, we made a divot in the dirt and placed each egg half in and half off, careful not to turn them too much and damage them.
My mom did some research and found that the eggs needed to be kept somewhere with good humidity so we got a plastic book crate, drilled some holes in it, and filled the bottom with wet paper towels.
The mystery eggs were put in the garage where it was just as hot as outside but safe from the huge thunderstorm.
Day 2 of eggs and nothing happened. We didn’t think anything would happen just yet but we were all a little worried that we were doing the wrong thing. It was my day to go finish up cleaning up the dirt and shards from the broken pot in the yard when I found another egg.
I picked it up and it wasn’t as firm as the others. In fact it was leaking. I called my mom and candled the little guy. He was just as alive as the others were. There wasn’t much room in the new incubator with the other eggs so we got a tiny beta fish tank we haven’t used in years and fixed it up for the egg. We put it in the garage next to the others.
Now this egg had me worried. He had been out in the storm with a damaged egg. I would go out and check on him throughout the day. Not a thing happened and I was starting to worry that he didn’t make it.
Day 3 of eggs was interesting. I went out to check again on little egg 11 with my mom. She asked how the others were doing and wanted to see. It was fogged up on the inside so I shone a light through and saw it. A head! A little baby lizard head poking out of the egg!
The incubator was taken inside and everyone was gathered around the table. We would all switch from watching the eggs, to someone doing research, to checking the eggs, to setting up the empty tank we had, to checking the eggs again.
All together 4 little lizards were hatching. They’d kick for a bit in their eggs but then fall asleep because it was so tiring.
After a while my mom got concerned about one that hadn’t opened its eyes in ages. It wasn’t moving. I picked up the egg and put it in my hand. I rubbed the shell and gently gave it little tugs. Then out the baby came!
This little guy came out healthy and fast. After a brief look-around he ran out of my hand and back into the pot. Then over the edge of the pot to explore the hides we fit in.
After 4 of the babies fully hatched and we figured out what we were going to do, we put the incubators in the spare tank we had so we could keep an eye on them. At that point it was a little past 1:00am and a 5th egg started to hatch.
Day 4 of eggs and lizards we went to the local pet store to get something that these super small babies could eat. Luckily, Petco carries super small crickets and meal worms. We loaded up on reptile supplies: bus, vitamin dust, hides, heat lamps, you name it we probably bought it.
Upon getting home my mother and I readied the tank.
At that point all but two eggs had hatched. One we thought wasn’t going to make it because it didn’t react when I candled it, and the other was number 11 who was found a day late and broken. We decided to move the two into one incubator instead of two while we moved 9 of the lizards into their temporary home.
When we look for them they were hiding in the incubator all curled up together under a plant we had put in. They actually seem to do that everywhere they decide to hide which is kind of surprising to me. I thought they were going to all be really territorial with each other. But they seem to like each other more than I thought they would.
After a few hours, number 11 hatched and he was just as healthy and fast as the others despite being through the storm earlier. Not too long after that, the last egg hatched. He was much smaller than the others but equally as fast. We added them both to the tank with the others and they hid as quick as a ninja.
Day 5 of lizards was mostly setting up heat lamps and lights and worrying if they were okay. They stayed hidden under rocks and brush. We never saw them eat so we went back to researching.
Day 6 of lizards and they are alive and well! They’ve taken a liking to the new heat lamp and have been scuttling around there all day. I even saw one eat a cricket!
Even the smallest of the bunch was enjoying himself in the warmth 🙂
I will continue to take care of them until it comes time to release them back to their natural habitat. I’ll keep you all updated. It’s such a strange and wonderful learning experience 🙂
Update: At least 4 of them are now 100% confirmed to be eating and hunting.
They grow up so fast ;-;
After 81 days of watching the skinks grow up and flourish we came to the decision that it was best to release the skinks where they could have all the room they wanted and they could go wherever they pleased.
I had gotten a lot of messages telling me it was too late to release them because they wouldn’t be able to take care of themselves because they had imprinted on us. To double check that releasing them was 100% fine I talked to my uncle about it (he’s a local wildlife biologist).
He said that, unlike mammals, reptiles are born knowing just what to do. After they hatch their instincts kick in. All of them could hunt and hide with excellent speed. So we were given the green light to release them.
We waited until the weather was good and we prepped the skinks for release. I made sure that they were fully fed so they wouldn’t be hungry adjusting to their new surroundings.
We said goodbye and let them go. Honestly it was a great learning experience and I had a lot of fun looking after them. I think I love reptiles more now that I have spent this time with them and have a further understanding of them. I hope all of them enjoy their new home outdoors 🙂
(Side note, I typed this up ages ago and meant to reblog it sooner but totally got caught up with life and school and totally forgot to. So just clarifying that we didn’t release them in the middle of November. ^^;)
Should you ever find yourself in need, they will come to your aid as powerful familiars.
Dairy industry is as evil as meat. No less harm for animals. Does it look natural that calf can’t drink milk so you can taste your piece of cheese?
GO VEGAN.
WRONG
That calf is wearing a nose tag. Nose tags are put on calves so that they are able to stay with their mothers longer, but are unable to nurse. They don’t NEED to nurse as they get older, they just get greedier and pushier and will bash up the cow’s udder and bruise it with their noses.
This nose-tag is so that calves can stay with their mothers, their mothers can remain pain-free and healthy, and nobody is stressed.
Educate yourselves you ignorant fucking tarts.
…really? You don’t think it might have anything to do with the milk being stolen for human consumption? At all? Not even a tiny bit?
Militant vegans can fuck right off
Based on fur texture and face shape, that calf is at least six months old, probably older. Calves can survive without actual cow milk even at three months, though older is better (calves weaned that early are usually fed a sort of formula for another couple months).
Also, nose tags like that one don’t go through the cow’s septum. They basically work like those fake septum rings for humans.
In addition to weaning the calves, another use for nose tags is protecting non-lactating cows. Sometimes weanlings or even adult cows will suck on themselves or other non-lactating cows; this can cause internal teat scarring bad enough to prevent that teat or teats from ever working. I’ve seen this happen, and it’s ugly, probably at least somewhat painful, and, if bad enough, would lead to the cow being slaughtered at a very young age because she can’t produce milk, has chronic mastitis, and/or can’t be milked with automatic milking equipment. So, nose tags actually prevent animal cruelty.
Also, calves will suck on anything remotely oblong (and attempt to eat literally anything), even if they are being adequately fed or overfed. Often they will suck on other calves’ ears, and, since ears are longer than teats and cows have upper as well as lower teeth in the back of their mouths, many calves get bites on their ears, which often become severely infected. I’m not sure if nose tags would work there, because physics—a non-toxic but bad-tasting ear paint would be better—but yeah, letting a calf put anything it wants in its mouth is not always a good idea.
reblogging for educational purposes.
reblogging for people being schooled
This was the funniest argument about false cruelty I have read.. Thank you.
I love this for 2 reasons: Most people don’t realize that in farming areas agriculture/horticulture/animal husbandry is part of public school education from as early on as 7th grade. (Though I remember dissecting cow eyes in 4th grade science sooo) I assure you fifteen year old farm kids know more about what constitutes animal cruelty in farms than thirty year old vegans with, or without an agenda.
Also that if you really want good quality beef/pork/eggs/milk/etc you don’t abuse your animals. Ever. That’s not the point and if you want to make any kind of money off your career choice, you are going to treat those creatures better than you treat yourself. You’ll call a vet five times for an infection in your herd before you visit the hospital for a missing foot on your own leg.
So. Yeah. Watch out, because we’re getting internet access these days. We’re on tumblr too.
P.S. The immigrant workers farming your supermarket produce have no health care or legal protection, and the Bolivians farming your 365 Organic Quinoa can’t afford to eat it. But PLEASE won’t someone think of the poor baby cows who won’t get off the tit?!
Also this is a LOT nicer than what mother cows do to calves that won’t be weaned. You know what mother cows do to calves that won’t wean? kick them in the head. Now I don’t know about vegans, but I’d rather have a nose tag that discouraged me from injuring my mother (because calves that don’t wean tend to chew on udders and make mother cows bleed) rather than being kicked in the head. Source: I grew up on a fucking cattle ranch. I have seen chickens skeletonize a mouse I KNOW SHIT.
“I have seen chickens skeletonize a mouse I KNOW SHIT.”
I’m sorry, what? What??? WHAT??? you can’t just leave it there please explain @thehornedwitch
Happy to explain! See, chickens are omnivorous. They eat bugs, plants, and meatstuffs. Y’know how crows and ravens and things eat meat? Well, chickens too. Ours had a particular fondness for ham when someone accidentally put it into the bucket of good scraps we set aside for the chickens. A bucket we tried to keep as meat-free as possible, because few things are more terrifying than a chicken looking you in the eyes as it scarfs down ham. Anyway, back to the mouse. One day i was doing Chicken Chores, like gathering eggs, putting out grain, emptying the bucket of greens, etc, when a mouse runs across the pen. All at once, eight or so chickens stop dead, look at it, and SWARM. Now I’m six at this point in time and developing a healthy fear of chickens, and so do nothing. By the time the chickens are done, all that is left of the mouse is its bones. I left the chicken pen very, very quickly. Chickens crave meat. They were dinosaurs. They did not forget that they were dinosaurs. They will also cannibalize each other with reckless abandon. Sometimes we just had to remove one chicken to its own private pen away from the others because no matter what we did, that specific one always tried to eat the other chickens. We had one that really liked other chicken’s eyes. Bear in mind, our pens ensured each chicken had about five to six square feet all its own if you managed to space every chicken out evenly, we never locked them in teensy pen things, and fed them LOTS. These chickens just really, really wanted to maim. Chickens that are not Buff Orpingtons are the devil. Buff Orpingtons are sweethearts. If you must have chickens, have that kind. And never get Guineas. Guineas are SATAN INCARNATE. THEY SMELL FEAR.
Holy shit, I dont think I’ll ever use chicken as an insult again.
Holy Shit, same here that is terrifying
Will I’m using it as a compliment
I love farm animals.
“Chickens crave meat. They were dinosaurs. They did not forget that they were dinosaurs.”
If you’ve ever looked a chicken in the eye you know that they don’t just remember; they’re patiently awaiting the day they become dinosaurs again.
I have reblogged this before because watching farmers school vegans is always hilarious, but now we’re into birds, specifically fowl, and I have got stories.
I had to give my turkey an antibiotic injection once upon a time, and she turned the needle puncture into a six inch by three inch hole in her back overnight as she attempted to eat herself because apparently turkeys find themselves to be delicious. She had to spend 3 months duct taped into a tea towel (the bandages underneath cleaned and replaced daily, mind you) until it healed because she would not stop ripping the bandages off to continue consuming herself.
Your chickens strip a mouse to the bone? Mine draw and quarter them and run around with the parts shrieking. My peacocks grab mice, beat them to death on the ground with this insanely fast back and forth head twisting motion, and then swallow them whole. You would not think an entire adult mouse would fit in their face, and you would be wrong.
I knew a guy that used to regularly post photos of the 5-6′ long Copperhead snakes his peafowl would destroy. And I don’t mean kill, I mean destroy. These venomous snakes would get into the pens and the peas would just peck them into oblivion like nbd.
Fowl didn’t just used to be dinosaurs. They are still dinosaurs.
Thankfully they are small dinosaurs
and we can just tape them into tea towels if we have to
BEGGING for a Jurassic Park reboot where farmers run the place instead of brogrammer scientists, and the raptors frequently get scolded and taped into tea towels
The first sin. Misconception is that Eve was the first to sin when that’s not really all that true.
You see
When God created everything and then Adam. He told him about the tree he said don’t eat of it.
God never told Eve.
When Eve was in the garden being tempted read that section you’ll find something interesting. Adam was right next to her and he didn’t say anything. He was using Eve as a Guinea pig.
Eve bit into the fruit nothing changed she handed it to Adam. And when he bit into it their eyes were opened.
So really the first sin was Man’s passive nature allowing something to happen he was told not to allow happen if he never ate their eyes may never have been opened but who knows.
WHAT THE FUCK I ONLY JUST WROTE IN AN ARTICLE HOW THE CARNIVOROUS SHELLED SLUG IS ONE OF MY DREAM ANIMALS TO MEET BUT THAT THEY’RE “SELDOM SEEN” AND THEN LAST NIGHT A BABY ONE WAS JUST RIGHT OUTSIDE FOR REAL
HOW
I WENT MY WHOLE LIFE PROBABLY INVESTIGATING EVERY TINY SLUG THAT CROSSED MY PATH TO SEE IF MAYBE IT WAS ONE OF THESE
1,000,000TH TIMES THE CHARM I GUESS
……Anyway this was the best photo out of dozens, it’s smaller than my thumbnail right now but I’ve seen photos of them looking much, much larger. They eat nothing but earthworms, so I put it in a very small glass tank I have with a bunch of baby-size worms, sorry worms : (
It burrowed and disappeared right away and it’s entirely possible I’ll never even see it come out again but hopefully it might grow if kept fed enough??
And maybe this wasn’t an absurd fluke and they’re relatively easy to find around here?
Actually chances are they aren’t really too rare at all they’re just rarely *noticed* because not many people even know what they are and fewer still are routinely scrutinizing small brownish slugs for the presence of vestigial shells.
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT!!!!!!!!
THEY COME OUT IN THE RAIN ON OUR STREET!
THEY’RE GIANT!
THEY’RE SUCKING UP ALL THE WORMS IN THIS TERRARIUM
I now know for certain these are not rare animals. They’re rarely noticed animals by most people, because most people don’t stop to scrutinize slugs to begin with, let alone in the rain and the dark.
But I wasn’t even trying when I found twenty of them just while running food deliveries Sunday night.
I can already instantly identify these slugs at a glance from even a fair distance. There are common leaves, flower petals and even cigarettes that can look a lot like them but I ALWAYS know.
I was worried about being able to feed the smaller ones but here’s a tiny baby actually eating what was a full grown worm several times its length:
I’m going to set up a much larger tank for these and I wanna decorate and landscape it nicely because all the slugs hide in the light anyway.
I’m really surprised how much enthusiasm there is for this post, even on tumblr I didn’t expect anyone also to find these that interesting…though there’s definitely confusion over why anyone would get this worked up about some slugs.
I guess things like being tiny or slow-moving simply don’t make an animal any less exciting to me than any other, so a carnivorous slug is just as cool to me as a shark or a wolf is to everybody else. Maybe moreso, because these are creatures so totally removed from us. Boneless, nearly blind things hunting their prey in total darkness below the ground, practically aliens living in an entirely different world.
Keeping them in an aquarium feels like having a little piece of that world; or like a tiny dungeon full of weird fantasy monsters.
One thing I’ve still not seen, though, is this:
The big thing on the right here, labeled “ph,” is apparently the pharynx these slugs can “shoot out” to catch an earthworm. The fin-looking end of it labeled “T” is a row of overlapping teeth, like a giant, inflatable chainsaw in the slug’s throat.
I’ve seen them instantaneously snap up a worm at closer range, and it was too fast to make out anything but a blur. For the pharynx to ever be captured on film or photograph would probably require a specialized high speed camera waiting around for exactly the right moment, which is why the only image of the “chainsaw” is this drawing made almost 200 years ago. I can’t even imagine what this must look like and if I ever see it, I’ll have no way to share it. Who knows how long this might remain undocumented outside an antique sketch.
There are just amazing monsters all around you, unnoticed because they’re small and not as “popular” as bigger, flashier things, but they’re all still living weird, intense little struggles and still have their own little mysteries.
You’ll be happy to know I’ve had some of these doing alright in captivity for eight months now, though they don’t do well when there’s more than maybe three or four to a gallon tank.
They even laid some eggs, but none of the eggs hatched, maybe because they’re usually laid far underground under more precise temperature and moisture levels?
1944 – Snowball the cat tries to take over a machine gun in Normandy so she can shoot some Nazis herself.
Blessed post. Good kitty
i want someone to read that headline in an old timey reporter voice
Okay fun fact: cats were actively deployed to trenches and ships to help deal with rodent infestations in both world wars, and they had the curb cutter effect of keeping the men’s spirits high.
One cat, Simon, was given the rank “Able Seacat Simon” after dutifully killing rats and mice that were destroying the HMS Amethyst’s food supplies. The ship had come under fire during the Chinese civil war and many of its crewmen had died. The cat had been gravely injured, too, but he picked out the shrapnel himself – seriously – and went straight to killing the rodents that were overrunning the ship. He unfortunately passed from his injuries two weeks before he was scheduled to receive the Dickin Medal. To this day, he is the only cat to receive this award.
Here’s another WW1 trenchcat, who would have been ratter, mouser, companion and gas warning – not AFAIK by dying, like a canary, but since cats reacted to the smell of gas long before it was strong enough for humans to notice, the troops had a bit more time to get their masks on, and the cats went into gasproof boxes.
Meanwhile, somewhere on the other side of No Man’s Land…
Meet Percy, mascot of HMLS (D20) “Daphne” with Lt Drader. Both survived the War, and Percy retired to live out his peacetime life in the Drader family home.
(Here’s a video clip; given how noisy, hot and smelly early tanks were, Percy seems remarkably unfazed.)
A US Army tank cat, Mustard of the 321st, with a Renault FT light tank and its driver Sgt Postal…
A Royal Artillery kitten (the battery mascot)…
Pincher of HMS Vindex on what looks like a Sopwith Pup scout…
Togo, ship’s cat of HMS Dreadnought (though I’ve also seen “HMS Irresistible”)…
Ship’s cat of HMS Queen Elizabeth atop 15″ main battery…
And speaking of big ships and big guns…
“Make nice all you like, Human. I despise you. I wanted a billet on a battleship, not this tinpot destroyer…” (Ching, of HMAS Swan.)
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