My brother in law recently became a veterinarian and it has really driven the point home as to how fucking bonkers veterinary medicine is. We don't expect human physicians to really know much outside of their own specialty - a dentist, an otolaryngologist, and a maxillofacial surgeon are three totally different dudes. Meanwhile a veterinarian at a wildlife rehab center is doing orthopedic surgery on a hawk and then doing rounds on baby hedgehogs in the hedgehog NICU and administering antibiotics to a ratsnake. And he also knows how to perform surgical interventions on a cow! What the fuck! Those are all totally, wildly different kinds of animal!!
Shout out to veterinarians, they know Too Much.
I always think about that one post that was like "how come the surviving doctors in zombie apocalypse stories are always veterinarians" and the reply "because veterinarians make 'not getting bitten by their patients' a core skill"
when you’re out at a restaurant or a coffee shop or a target or whatever with your friends and you overhear/eavesdrop the same snippet of some stranger’s conversation, and you look at each other for a second to check that you both heard this stranger say the same weird/funny/baffling thing and just break out in knowing grins and quiet laughter… that’s a love language
I was eating alone at a mexican restaurant once and a group of college kids were chatting over tortilla chips. There was some jabber and then..
“ ..we had to climb over the bob wire!”
“Dude, did you just say ‘bob wire’?”
“Yea man, that spiky shit!”
“You actually think it’s called bob wire? Like fucking Robert wire? You think it’s called Robert wire?”
“Well what the hell do you think it’s called?”
“It’s BARB wire you idiot! Like Barbara wire!”
*the third guy* “Oh my god. You guys. BARBED wire. Because the wire has barbs, it is BARBED.”
“Oohhhhh!”
“Fucking Robert and Barbara wire. Fuck you guys.”
I hope Robert and Barbara Wire are in a happy and committed relationship.
Writing high fantasy is harder for me than it used to be because I'll write "The door swung open" and I'll imagine some tumblr user with three different grad degrees in medieval history dunking on me with a 2,000-word post about how door hinges weren't invented until 1956 and before that they'd just smash them open with axes and rebuild them each time.
hey don't worry, earliest door hinges discovered from around 1600 BCE okay?








