it is once again... binturong appreciation hour

I am appreciating the binturong. I am appreciating it SO MUCH.

understandable. carry on

me every day without fail: I'll do [chore] when I get home

me when I get home:

me every single week: I'll do it on the weekend!

me the entire weekend:

sorry i didn't reply to your message i died

if anyone finds out when this permanent feeling of fear goes away please let me know

AUDIO ON IM NOT KIDDING

Hey, happy Earth Day! Who wants to talk about climate change?

Yeah, okay, fair, I kinda figured the answer to that would be "ugh do we have to?" What if I told you I have good news though? Good news with caveats, but still good news.

What if I told you that since the Paris Agreement in 2015, we've avoided a whole degree celsius of global warming by 2100, or maybe more?

Current projections are 2.7C, which is way better than the 3-5C (with a median of 3.7C) we were expecting in 2015. It's not where we want to be - 1.5C - but it is big, noticeable progress!

And it's not like we either hit 1.5C and avoid all the big scary consequences or fail to hit 1.5C and get all of them - every tenth of a degree of warming we avoid is going to prevent more severe problems like extreme weather, sea level rise, etc.

This means that climate change mitigation efforts are having a noticeable impact! This means a dramatically better, safer future - and if we keep pushing, we could lower the amount of global warming we end up with even further. This is huge progress, and we need to celebrate it, even though the fight isn't over.

It's working. Keep going.

Hit with the sudden vertigo for unknown reason.

am I into 'rope and rigging'?🤨 uh yeah I guess you could say so

It's like this all the time

There are two pools of water. One is called "Thinking", and the other is called "Doing".

The Thinking pool is full of wriggling, live fish. And if you want to do anything, you have to carry that live fish over and release it into the Doing pool.

All you have is your cupped hands to carry that fish - a fish that does not want to be scooped up. A fish that resists, wriggles, and jumps while you try to carry it live and whole to the other pool. Every task you want to complete, every idea for inspiration, every action is one of those fish.

If you don't catch the fish, it doesn't get done.

If you drop the fish, it doesn't get done.

If you accidentally smother the fish, it doesn't get done. And then you feel terrible.

Some days, the pools are near each other. Some days, the fish aren't as hard to catch. But some days, the pools are so far apart and the fish are fighting so much and it takes everything you have. But you do it, because you have to. It takes all your concentration to hold, carry, and anticipate the movement of that fish, and after you release that fish you're so tired.

They only count how many fish are in your Doing pool at the end of the day. "You caught enough fish! You don't need help! You're doing fine!", and you cry but they don't understand why.

Everyone else has buckets and nets. They don't understand why you think it's so hard.

[image description: a doodle of a bipedal cat with large pleading eyes and a small smile holding a red balloon. the red balloon reads: temporary and small joy is still joy nonetheless

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