If you have ever been tempted by a Paleozoic Pal, like a a stuffed trilobite or a full size eurypterid body pillow, now’s the time to buy one, before they and a really lovely little museum are gone for good 😭😭😭
This was the museum I went to often in my childhood. I’m no longer able to visit unless I visit family, but this place holds a special place in my heart.
As stated in the article, they hold around 7 million artifacts- many of which are orphaned fossils, with the museum taking in collections that otherwise would have been trashed.
Please consider buying a Paleozoic Pal, but I’ll also leave a direct donation link as well.
I JUST WENT INTO A FUGUE STATE AND BOUGHT ME A 16 INCH CUDDLE BUDDY WITH PLATED TEETH!! DUNKIE, MY BELOVED!!
Screeching aside, anyone who can afford to, go look through their shop! They got clothes, and cute gifts, and books and all kinds of other awesome stuff! Ye, the shipping sucks, but we need to keep our museums alive! (the good ones, not the British Museum of Thievery XP)
HE’S HERE! MY BIG BOY IS HERE!! (And yes he is my BIG boy despite only being 16 inches, you shush!)
He took nearly a month to get here, but that’s because of ALL THE ORDERS THEY’VE BEEN GETTING! OVER 1800 ORDERS! This is why I love the online community!!
Now if you don’t mind I’m going to tuck Duncan into my sweater and go work on the piles of stuff I still have to do 😅
For anyone curious what’s happening with the PRI they’re digging themselves out! An anonymous donor gave them $1 mn which they used to secure a stay on the forclosure for the rest of the year and they’re approximately a third of the way to buying their way out of the mortgage.
Being a ranger I spend a lot of time alone in the wilderness for hours in the company of one of four co workers.
One such worker for the purpose of this post we shall refer to as Dave.
Dave is a very quiet man. He confesses that if conversation happens too quickly and for too long he gets tired so we often work in silence. He’s very polite and good natured but it’s obvious that he would happily live and work alone for the rest of his life given the option.
He’s very much in the previous generation of ranger, a practical man in his fourties or fifties happy to be kept physically busy for a day and then be sent home with some pay. I had to show him how to use a work issued smart phone.
Meanwhile the rest of the team is made up of the current generation of rangers; openly nurodivergent queer women in their twenties or thirties who work this job because it’s the only setting where we can vaguely look sane.
So Dave sticks out a bit. It’s really nice when he opens up though because he’s an impulsive individual when left to his own devices and has plenty of stories to tell if the mood takes him. I really like working with Dave.
Anyway, one day we’ve got a job that takes a three hour hike to get to and early on the topic of deer comes up.
I hadn’t realised this was the first time we had discussed deer, but blatantly it was. Dave’s entire demeanour changes, there’s a bit of passion in his voice, but it’s also hushed as if he’s talking about something sacred.
“Deer are my favourite animal.” He says.
I’m also eager to hear Dave talk about himself, so I encourage him to say more.
“I’d love to be a deer myself.”
And more
“If a genie offered me the opportunity to become a deer I’d take it. I wouldn’t even stop to ask what the price was.”
And more
“Sometimes I feel like I’m a deer having a dream about being a human.*
And there I am, a long time commuter to the therian/otherkin community keeping up the encouraging face of someone being politely interested, knowing that this man is straight up a therian with no frame of reference.
And I decided that I wouldn’t push the subject outside of the bounds of what Dave is comfortable with, I wouldn’t try to teach him the terms "Therian” or “Otherkin” but absolutely I would talk with this man as if he’s a deer.
And it’s a bit magical really. He’s an impulsive individual so I have to talk him out of some risky choices every so often and “this is why deer like you keep getting stuck in fences” has become this magical phrase that allows him to step down from a mistake with a bit of a smile on his face.
You need to start moisturizing before it’s too late. I’m not talking about wrinkles or any of that nonsense. Winter is fucking coming you need to grease up or you are going to dry out like a raisin. It’s too late for me but you can still save yourself. Please don’t end up like me
Guys it’s actually so dire please for the love of God start moisturizing right fucking now. I just put on lotion and my skin sucked it up before I could even rub it in we are in fucking crisis mode
