I don’t know why I do this. Sometimes I just get the urge to share the vast amount of miscellaneous animal trivia I’ve acquired over the years (y’know, like Art History majors and paintings!). It’s fun for me. Except people are always like, “How dare you…
FACT: I am not a " girly-girl " nor am I " tomboy " I play video games. I don’t like bugs. I like to look cute & pretty. I don’t use a high pitched voice when I talk to guys. Pink is not my favorite color. I don’t wear too much make-up. I fix my hair. I can play sports. Dirt is not an enemy. I don’t flirt with every guy out there. Sparkly stuff doesn’t grab my attention. I like to shop, but I don’t like spending too much. I don’t wear heels. I eat what I want, when I want. I am me.
“A three-day-old human embryo is a collection of 150 cells called a blastocyst. There are, for the sake of comparison, more than 100,000 cells in the brain of a fly. If our concern is about suffering in this universe, it is rather obvious that we should be more concerned about killing flies than about killing three-day-old human embryos… Many people will argue that the difference between a fly and a three-day-old human embryo is that a three-day-old human embryo is a potential human being. Every cell in your body, given the right manipulations, every cell with a nucleus is now a potential human being. Every time you scratch your nose, you’ve committed a holocaust of potential human beings… Let’s say we grant it that every three-day-old human embryo has a soul worthy of our moral concern. First of all, embryos at this stage can split into identical twins. Is this a case of one soul splitting into two souls? Embryos at this stage can fuse into a chimera. What has happened to the extra human soul in such a case? This is intellectually indefensible, but it’s morally indefensible given that these notions really are prolonging scarcely endurable misery of tens of millions of human beings, and because of the respect we accord religious faith, we can’t have this dialogue in the way that we should. I submit to you that if you think the interests of a three-day-old blastocyst trump the interests of a little girl with spinal cord injuries or a person with full-body burns, your moral intuitions have been obscured by religious metaphysics.”—Sam Harris, on stem cell research. (via inherhipstheresrevolutions)
Is that the level which is under construction? Should have brought your shotgun with you. Never go unarmed, remember.
No, this is the level above the first floor employee levels. So it’s sort of the rats maze that wraps around the upper part of the first floor that’s for customers. No one is ever there, and it’s freaking scary.
I swear to god, a door closed down the hall behind me, and there was NO ONE there. I decided that getting my paycheck right then was not worth possibly getting lost again.