Today I...


This is my journey through studying Biology at University. I'll update this with things I have learnt, things I have noticed about the world, and general musings and things that make me smile. If you like strange biology, come in and take a look!
By the way, 'ego hodie' means 'Today I' in latin.

Ask me anything

I don’t think any researcher will be invested in a cure for psoriasis than someone who actually has had it or is going through it now. This is what irritates the fuck out of me. UM HELLO….. 3 OUT OF 10 PEOPLE IN THE US ALONE HAVE IT. FIND A FUCKING CURE ALREADY, SHIT.

Well, I have psoriasis and study Biology. So I can see bits of both ends here. The problem is, researchers don’t get to pick and choose what they research - they NEED funding. And often the funding is where the money is made - so agriculture, drugs, and now cancer. Psoriasis isn’t a life-threatening disease (although I know it can make you feel like utter crap) and a cure for it is hard as we don’t understand it already and there isn’t any money in it as far as the funders can see to find out more about it and how to treat it. So, for the moment, we’re stuck with it. 

But I’m hoping that in the future the massive leaps we’ve made with genetics can help understand the genetic basis of it, and hopefully lead us to better treatments.

I’ve also found that once I stopped worrying about it and was surrounded by good friends and people who aren’t prejudiced, no-one gives me a second glance. I’m lucky to have it very mildly.  Hopefully I’ll be able to help others with it in the future or at least raise awareness.

Tagged: psoriasissciencehope for the futurehope one day i can helpemaybe I'll be a famous scientist!

lissinator:

deanohgorman:

it was about time to make smth like this xoxo.

They were always my faves :)

I has… So many feels!

Source: deanohgorman

cryingbecausemerlin:

anne-punchmeintheface:

#I NEVER REALIZED HOW FUNNY THIS WAS UNTIL TODAY #LIKE HE’S FREAKING RUNNING AWAY FROM AN OGRE #BUT HE’S FOLLOWING THE PATH SET UP BY THE LITTLE BARRIER #AND SHREK JUST BUSTS THROUGH #BUT HE’S STILL RUNNING THROUGH ALL ORDERLY #LIKE I JUST LAUGHED FOR A FEW MINUTES STRAIGHT AT THIS #THEN HE FALLS OVER BECAUSE HIS FREAKIN HEAD’S TOO BIG #THE COMEDY OF THE SITUATION IS #HE SEES THE OGRE #HE’S WEARING A BULKY HEAD #HE COULD JUST DITCH THE HELMET #AND SPRINT THROUGH KNOCKING OVER THE BARRICADES #BUT HE KEEPS THE FREAKIN HELMET ON #AND RUNS IN AN ORDERLY WAY #THIS IS FREAKING HILARIOUS 

#do you realize how british this is

This is British? Whut? I am not aware of this Britishism despite living here!

Source: shrekgifs

castielandhishunters:

calumon:

my school’s “rival school” is on lockdown right now bc someone put weed in the vents so everyones slowly getting high oh my godd

I guess now you could call it a high school

Source: calumon

Today I’m going to tell you about something rather strange and unexpected.

About insects eating mammals. Not that unusual, when you think of tics and mites, but there is actually a species on centipede that KILLS and eats bats. 

The wonderfully named Scolopendra gigantea, or Peruvian giant yellow-leg centipede (see where the pokemon Scolipede got it’s name from?!) is a centipede that’s so badass it snatches bats out of mid-air in caves in northern South America. It grows up to 30cm long (although some reports guess even higher) and has modified legs that are adapted into frickin’ VENOM-INJECTING CLAWS called forcipules that they use to pierce their prey’s bodies to inject venom.

But don’t worry too much, they have very bad eyesight (although use their very sensitive antennae to feel their way around deep dark caves) and their venom, whilst fatal to most small animals, only cause severe pain, chills, fever, sweating and weakness in people. Hooray!

Who’d have thought that there was an insect that could do that? Makes in even more terrifying when you remember that long ago when there was more Oxygen in the air that species of centipede grew up to 1 metre long (Euphoberia) and a millipede called Arthropleura that grew up to 2.6 metres long. Luckily Mr. Arthropleura was probably a herbivore, but who knows about Euphoberia!

Sleep well tonight, my friends!

Tagged: ScienceBiologyMillipedecentipedebatterrifying

beautilation:

At Comic Con today, I went as Black Cat. This is a shitty picture and there will be better ones of my whole costume coming up but I just want to say something. 
Black Cat’s costume has a fair amount of cleavage (conservative compared to many other female comic characters but a good amount as far as what I’ve ever shown). I guess I was not surprised to have a couple men ask to pose with me and then do some doofy “WHOA LOOK AT THOSE KNOCKERS” poses. I just make a really ugly face when I see they’re doing it. One guy with the social graces of a lemur said to me “I was this close to wearing that same outfit. My breasts are large and supple and I think it would have been nice.” Nope. Stop talking.
But aside from guys being doofy and awkward (but clearly not foul-intentioned), I did have my first truly skeezy experience at Comic Con today. 
And my first truly empowering moment as well.
This group of men from some kind of Stan Lee fan club blah blah internet video channel blah blah asked to interview with them on camera about Comic Con. I said well okay, sure. Camera is rolling. The “host” is a middle aged, rotund dude. It’s an all-male crew and lots of people (mostly guys) were beginning to crowd around. The following is the interview as burned in my mind. Keep in mind that I expected this to be about Comic Con in general.
Him: I’m here with…
Me: Mandy, aka Felicia Hardy aka Black Cat
Him: ..And she is HOT. Do you think I’m hot enough to pull that off?
Me: Uh, I’m not sure, I’ve never seen you in drag.
Him: I’ve got a great ass. Go on, spank me.
Me: (look at his large ass, popped up mere inches away from me then look into the camera like are you kidding me . No thanks. I may hurt you, I’m a lot stronger than I look.
Him: Aw come on!
Me: No, seriously. Stop.
Him: Damn, alright! Well let me ask you an important question then…what is your cup size?
Me: (big talk show smile) That is actually none of your fucking business.
Him: Oh! I think that means to say she’s a C. 
Me: I actually have no breasts at all, what you see is just all of the fat from my midsection pulled up to my chest and carefully held in place with this corset. It’s really uncomfortable, I don’t know why I do it.
 Him: (to the male crowd) Aw, come on what do you guys think? C cup? 
—a few males start to shout out cup sizes as I stand there looking at this guy like this has to be a fucking joke, then look at the crowd and see that no amount of witty banter or fiestiness will stop making this whole thing fucking dumb. It was clearly a ploy to single out cosplaying women to get them to talk sexual innuendos and flirt with this asshole and let him talk down to them simply because they were in costume and were attractive. Whether I’m in a skintight catsuit or not, I’m a fucking professional in everything I do and I don’t need to play nice for this idiot.
Me: This is not an interview, this is degrading. I’m done. (I walk away)
Him: (clearly dumbfounded and surprised) ..Come on, it’s all in good fun!
Me: Being degraded is fun? That was unprofessional and I hope that isn’t your day job because you can’t interview for shit, my man.
And the entire crew and the crowd were SILENT. NOTHING. SHOCK, HONEY. It felt like I was in a heated fog, full of rage and pride and I sashayed away feeling like the most badass motherfucker in the whole damn room, but kind of also on the verge of tears. A slow build of applause would have been appropriate, but from the looks on people’s faces, they were just completely not expecting me to do what I just did- which was really nothing more than speaking up for myself. It wasn’t something one should feel brave for doing but crazy for not doing when necessary.
It’s because many people at these cons expect women cosplaying as vixens (or even just wearing particularly flattering costumes) to be open/ welcoming to crude male commentary and lecherous ogling, like our presence comes with subtitles that say “I represent your fantasy thus you may treat me like a fantasy and not a human in a costume”. And maybe that will always be how the majority of people see us. But that does not mean we have to put up with shit that crosses the line, it does not mean we owe them a fantasy, it does not mean we dress up to have guys drooling over us and letting us know that we turn them on. It is not all about your dicks, gentlemen. So I encourage cosplaying women everywhere to be blunt and vocal with their rights, their personal boundaries, and their comfort level at conventions. I actually encourage girls to be brashly shameless about these things, to not be afraid to speak up if you feel uncomfortable and to let the person doing it know that they are crossing the line. Don’t keep quiet because you’re scared of what they might say or think- because if you say nothing they will continue to see what they’re doing as OK. 

beautilation:

At Comic Con today, I went as Black Cat. This is a shitty picture and there will be better ones of my whole costume coming up but I just want to say something. 

Black Cat’s costume has a fair amount of cleavage (conservative compared to many other female comic characters but a good amount as far as what I’ve ever shown). I guess I was not surprised to have a couple men ask to pose with me and then do some doofy “WHOA LOOK AT THOSE KNOCKERS” poses. I just make a really ugly face when I see they’re doing it. One guy with the social graces of a lemur said to me “I was this close to wearing that same outfit. My breasts are large and supple and I think it would have been nice.” Nope. Stop talking.

But aside from guys being doofy and awkward (but clearly not foul-intentioned), I did have my first truly skeezy experience at Comic Con today. 

And my first truly empowering moment as well.

This group of men from some kind of Stan Lee fan club blah blah internet video channel blah blah asked to interview with them on camera about Comic Con. I said well okay, sure. Camera is rolling. The “host” is a middle aged, rotund dude. It’s an all-male crew and lots of people (mostly guys) were beginning to crowd around. The following is the interview as burned in my mind. Keep in mind that I expected this to be about Comic Con in general.

  • Him: I’m here with…
  • Me: Mandy, aka Felicia Hardy aka Black Cat
  • Him: ..And she is HOT. Do you think I’m hot enough to pull that off?
  • Me: Uh, I’m not sure, I’ve never seen you in drag.
  • Him: I’ve got a great ass. Go on, spank me.
  • Me: (look at his large ass, popped up mere inches away from me then look into the camera like are you kidding me . No thanks. I may hurt you, I’m a lot stronger than I look.
  • Him: Aw come on!
  • Me: No, seriously. Stop.
  • Him: Damn, alright! Well let me ask you an important question then…what is your cup size?
  • Me: (big talk show smile) That is actually none of your fucking business.
  • Him: Oh! I think that means to say she’s a C. 
  • Me: I actually have no breasts at all, what you see is just all of the fat from my midsection pulled up to my chest and carefully held in place with this corset. It’s really uncomfortable, I don’t know why I do it.
  •  Him: (to the male crowd) Aw, come on what do you guys think? C cup? 
  • —a few males start to shout out cup sizes as I stand there looking at this guy like this has to be a fucking joke, then look at the crowd and see that no amount of witty banter or fiestiness will stop making this whole thing fucking dumb. It was clearly a ploy to single out cosplaying women to get them to talk sexual innuendos and flirt with this asshole and let him talk down to them simply because they were in costume and were attractive. Whether I’m in a skintight catsuit or not, I’m a fucking professional in everything I do and I don’t need to play nice for this idiot.
  • Me: This is not an interview, this is degrading. I’m done. (I walk away)
  • Him: (clearly dumbfounded and surprised) ..Come on, it’s all in good fun!
  • Me: Being degraded is fun? That was unprofessional and I hope that isn’t your day job because you can’t interview for shit, my man.

And the entire crew and the crowd were SILENT. NOTHING. SHOCK, HONEY. It felt like I was in a heated fog, full of rage and pride and I sashayed away feeling like the most badass motherfucker in the whole damn room, but kind of also on the verge of tears. A slow build of applause would have been appropriate, but from the looks on people’s faces, they were just completely not expecting me to do what I just did- which was really nothing more than speaking up for myself. It wasn’t something one should feel brave for doing but crazy for not doing when necessary.

It’s because many people at these cons expect women cosplaying as vixens (or even just wearing particularly flattering costumes) to be open/ welcoming to crude male commentary and lecherous ogling, like our presence comes with subtitles that say “I represent your fantasy thus you may treat me like a fantasy and not a human in a costume”. And maybe that will always be how the majority of people see us. But that does not mean we have to put up with shit that crosses the line, it does not mean we owe them a fantasy, it does not mean we dress up to have guys drooling over us and letting us know that we turn them on. It is not all about your dicks, gentlemen. So I encourage cosplaying women everywhere to be blunt and vocal with their rights, their personal boundaries, and their comfort level at conventions. I actually encourage girls to be brashly shameless about these things, to not be afraid to speak up if you feel uncomfortable and to let the person doing it know that they are crossing the line. Don’t keep quiet because you’re scared of what they might say or think- because if you say nothing they will continue to see what they’re doing as OK. 

ancientart:

Cucuruzzu, a prehistoric archaeological site in Corsica, located in the commune of Levie, France.

Archaeological excavations suggest that the site dates back to about 7,000 years BC, and was occupied until the Middle Ages. The citadel shown in the first photo is from the Bronze Age.

Photos courtesy & taken by Jean-Pol GRANDMONT

i-touched-mishas-butt:

haithinkimfunny:

nimporteouvousallez:

Someone just fucking drew Gandalf in a suede chair, nbd.

can we take a second to acknowledge the fact that someone can draw a realistic looking gandalf on a suede chair and i am still stuck on the other fucking eye

guys what if that was just their buttprint

i-touched-mishas-butt:

haithinkimfunny:

nimporteouvousallez:

Someone just fucking drew Gandalf in a suede chair, nbd.

can we take a second to acknowledge the fact that someone can draw a realistic looking gandalf on a suede chair and i am still stuck on the other fucking eye

guys what if that was just their buttprint

Source: nimporteouvousallez

Thought the many Whovians of Tumblr would appreciate this.
From the last episode, Nightmare in Silver, Natty Longshoe’s Castle is real! It looks scarily similar to Castell Coch (the ‘Red Castle’) which is a castle found rather unsurprisingly in Wales. 
It’s also not an old castle - it was actually built in the 19th century by the Marquess of Bute (although it does sit on the foundations of an earlier castle). But it is a very beautiful re-imagining of the Medieval castles of Britain.

Thought the many Whovians of Tumblr would appreciate this.

From the last episode, Nightmare in Silver, Natty Longshoe’s Castle is real! It looks scarily similar to Castell Coch (the ‘Red Castle’) which is a castle found rather unsurprisingly in Wales. 

It’s also not an old castle - it was actually built in the 19th century by the Marquess of Bute (although it does sit on the foundations of an earlier castle). But it is a very beautiful re-imagining of the Medieval castles of Britain.

Tagged: doctor whoCastell CochCastleNightmare In Silver

David Bowie is so odd, but he makes me smile.

David Bowie is so odd, but he makes me smile.

Tagged: Bowie