In fertilised queens the ovaries are activated when the queen lays her egg. It passes along the oviduct to the vagina. In the vagina there is a chamber called the spermatheca. This is where the queen stores sperm from her mating. The queen, depending on need, may allow her egg to be fertilised. Non-fertilised eggs become males, and only fertilised eggs grow into females and queens.
I kind of love the national anthem of the US. It is completely unsingable. Which is hilarious and honest. And I love it for that.
It should be a song written for the voice of the people celebrating their ideals—or some horse shit. But it’s a song only trained singers can attempt about [violence and] impossible to reach goals.
Flashback. Maine. Late 1900’s:
Growing up we were always made to sing the anthem in brightly light auditoriums where everyone was standing close together. It was always winter. Some event (5th grade awards ceremony?) would bring all the parents, grandparents, and siblings in to the school and we’d all have to sing the national anthem. Imagine, if you will, a bunch of Puritan descendants—so unaccustomed to celebration, ceremony, noise, familiarity—being made to stand and sing. Oh the rigidity.
Oh that shaky, pregnant moment before that fateful line—the octave climb from “o’er” to “free.” Most of us didn’t know we were reaching for a high A, but we sure as hell knew we couldn’t get there [insert “you can’t get they-ya from hee-ya” joke]. Each new note was a step up in pitch, more breath, more volume. There’d be no way to curtail the screeching, but we’d be trying to think of a way. Then it would happen. Kids, grandparents, god-fearing people, god-loathing people, the shy and the fuck-it-I-can’t-be-normal-so-I’m-just-gonna-be-me-and-let-my-light-shine people would crane their necks and reach toward a discordant “free.” Truly, we sounded like eagles. Then we’d rush through last few bars, sit down, and regain our dignity.
We were all in it together, making vague and terrible gestures towards an impossible goal.
But more importantly,
It. Was. Hilarious.
In a place where almost nothing was purposeless or unreasonable, it was wonderful to have everyone publicly embarrass themselves in such a senseless act (hitting a high A cold)… And feel a little closer together for having done it.
But I like these 1945 Spanish versions, too—even if they were just to make the US more palatable to Latin America. It’s just nice to hear it in Spanish. Listen to NPR’s
Joey Comeau, writer of A Softer World and horror movie enthusiast,has compiled a list of great horror movies that don’t depict sexual violence. The list also denotes which of the films are gory, which are foreign language/subtitled, and which are “stupid but awesome anyway.”
As someone who is very sensitive to the content of films in general, especially when they contain scenes of rape or sexual assault, I really appreciate Comeau putting together a list like this.
Go check it out! Halloween is just around the corner!
Good stuff! Of the list, Shaun of the Dead is my personal favourite, but [Rec] had a lot of great scares.