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Limiting Your Child’s Fire Time: A Guide for Concerned Paleolithic Parents
https://www.newyorker.com/humor/daily-shouts/limiting-your-childs-fire-time-a-guide-for-concerned-paleolithic-parents


Fire

According to the most recent cave drawings, children nowadays are using fire more than ever before. And it’s no wonder: fire has many wonderful applications, such as cooking meat, warming the home, and warding off wild animals in the night. We adult Homo erectus, with our enlarged brains and experience of pre-fire days, can moderate our use, but our children—some of whom never lived during a time when you couldn’t simply strike two rocks together for an hour over a pile of dried grass to eventually produce a spark that, with gentle coaxing, might grow into a roaring flame—can have difficulty self-monitoring their interactions with fire.

You don’t want to be the bad guy, but you also want to make sure that your child engages in other activities, like mammoth hunting and the gathering of rocks and bones with which to make tools. So, how do you set appropriate boundaries for your child on fire usage without jeopardizing the family unit so crucial to the survival of the species? Here are some tips:

Establish clear but firm limits: Fire is nice, but there’s a time and a place for it. So institute specific fire-watching times, and stick to them. After dinner, when the fire is lit, anyway, is one good option, as well as early in the morning, when a fire is just the thing to warm a chilly cave. Those living in glacial areas may have a harder time curtailing the use of fire, but just remind your children that when you were their age several layers of animal pelts were enough to keep you perfectly warm. Remember, you’re the patriarch (or matriarch, depending on your community’s customs surrounding familial power structures), and you make the rules!

Have a designated “fire room” in your dwelling: Those with smaller caves or huts might find this suggestion difficult, but even establishing a “fire corner” can help to create separate “fire” and “non-fire” spaces in your living area. In the non-fire spaces, encourage traditional activities, such as conversation (as much as your current vocabulary will allow), arrowhead-shaving, or stick-drawing in mud or soft stones. Reminding your children of the pleasures provided by these traditional activities can help reduce the seductive lure of the fire’s dancing flame.

Watch for changes and communicate concerns: For many children, fire is a harmless, pleasant addition to their lives. But for some it can become an all-consuming passion. If your child seems to be growing unhealthily attached to the fire, don’t wait to talk to him about it. A few common fire-obsessed behaviors to look out for include:

• Distraction: ignoring people when they are in the same room as fire
• Preoccupation: talking or thinking about fire, even when there is no fire present
• Deception: going off to secretly find/make fires; lying about fire usage when confronted
• Anthropomorphization: talking to/interacting with the fire as if it were a sentient being, which the elders we consulted say is highly unlikely, though they have yet to entirely rule out the presence of powerful magical beings within the inferno

Commit to non-fire family time: This last tip is the most important, because, if all you’re doing is restricting your child’s behavior and environment, he’s bound to resent you. So introduce non-fire activities that the whole family can enjoy together, and commit to them on a regular basis. These activities will depend on your region and climate, of course, but hunting and/or gathering is always a great way to be active and insure your family’s survival. If your tribe has already discovered music, carve a bone flute and work on a family song. Believe in a god (or gods)? Carve some rudimentary icons in his/her/their image. There’s no end to the fun you can have when you put your significantly-larger-than-a-chimpanzee’s mind to it!

In the end, just remember that fire, like most innovations, is both a blessing and a curse. Sure, it’s made our lives easier, our survival likelier, and will probably lead to the greatest evolutionary paradigm shift in human history. But it’s also dangerous, destructive, and, yes, possibly infested with demonic forces that wish us ill. As with everything in life, balance is key. If you can imagine what it was like a few thousand years ago, when the first humans started walking upright, and how much grief they probably got from their parents, you’ll have some empathy for your children’s unique place in the evolutionary narrative. At the same time, don’t forget that you’re the boss, and that, until they mate and produce viable offspring, what you say goes. And, of course, it goes without saying that, in the (again, very unlikely) event that fire is both sentient and vengeful, we humbly beg its forgiveness for our insolence and pray to be spared our fleeting and insignificant lives.

Firefly

Jul. 26th, 2017 10:29 am
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Pisces + Dragon = Firefly

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PRIMAL ZODIAC SIGN OF FIREFLY
http://www.primalastrology.com/primal-zodiac-by-combination.html

An intriguing combination of the sensitive and docile Pisces and the proud, powerful Dragon, one would expect those born under the sign of the Firefly to be more of a contradiction. In most cases, however, these two very different sets of personality traits work quite well together.

Firefly is the sign of the idealist. Creative, intuitive, and mysterious, Fireflies are passionate about what they believe in. They try hard to be optimists who want to see the world as a happy place where good things are supposed to happen to good people. They are warm and loyal friends, and will do anything to help a friend or family member in need. At the same time, they expect this loyalty to be returned and have little problem demanding it. Above all things, Fireflies want to be loved and admired.Read more... )
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Title: The Takeover
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 977


It was late. Josh said as much to his house guest where she lounged in ‘his’, comfy and sometimes place to sleep, tv chair. He picked up the now neatly washed bowl, since she was done licking it, a bowl that was supposed to lure her out of ‘his’ recliner chair to the floor. In the end he’d picked it up and put it next to her, where upon she’d made short work of it. The bowl was still in his hand when the doorbell rang.

“If this is for you, you’re going to have to go outside and socialize with them. It’s bedtime for me,” Josh called over his shoulder as he opened the door.

A laugh came from the person on the other side of the screen door. “Sherry, short for Scheherazade, giving you problems? She does have a mind of her own.”

“Your cat?”

“I don’t know if you could really call her mine,” was said with amusement. “I think she considers me hers and now you too. Might as well get used to it.”

“Wondered if she belonged to someone. She looks well cared for. Think she might have a bun in the oven though. You come to take her home? Pleeeese.”

Another laugh came from the man outside, “Like that would do any good. If she wants to be here, then she’ll be here. I was just checking on her. She’ll probably come home soon but you’d better expect to come with her.”

Josh’s “Um, excuse me,” was met by a grin.

“Name’s Ezekias, but call me Ezzie and don’t pay any attention to her calling me Easy or Ee-Ass. I’m not. Like some who won’t be named.”

The cat yawned widely from the recliner seat where she lounged.

“You said something about expecting to come home with her?”

“Let me ask you a question, how did you meet her?”

“I took to putting out food on the front step to distract her from me running her over with the car in the morning.” Josh blushed, “I mean if she was eating, then she’d not be under the car’s tires.”

“How long has this been going on?”

“Couple weeks, maybe a bit more,” was said defensively.

“And she induced you to open the door to let her in….?”

“Just this last week.”

“Did you open the door for her today?”

Josh shook his head in confusion, “no… I don’t think I did.”

“Uh huh. But your door was closed.”

“Well not exactly, I was refilling the food outside and next thing I knew she just sort of appeared behind me.”

“And yet I see there’s food and water set up just inside your front hallway.”

“Yeah, well. I can explain.”

“No need,” Ezzie laughed. “I know her. And you fed her people food too.”

Josh looked down at the bowl, that had had cornmeal mush in it until recently and was still in his hand, as if he’d never seen it before. “Um.”

“Familiars are a bit like Harry Potter house brownies but in reverse. At least some of them.” Ezzie frowned at the culprit where she lay in the chair.

“Familiars? Potter house brownies?”

“Yep. Sherry’s a feline familiar who doesn’t change into human form. If anything it makes her more superior acting than one that can change.”

“You’re crazy, aren’t you. I can’t let you take her with you if you’re crazy. There’s no telling what you’d do to her. Goodnight.” Josh closed the door quickly, locking it.

“Well,” he said to his house guest, “that was interesting. I’m going to wash this bowl and then go to bed. I showed you where the litter box is, so use it if you need it. Goodnight to you.”

He lay in bed reviewing the measures he’d taken of cat proofing his house and decided that it would have to do. The bedroom door was closed so there wouldn’t be any stomping of 30 pounds a paw on his body to wake him, tomorrow was a Saturday. There was food out and water and a clean cat box, yes he’d checked. No need to get up early. Sometime in the night there was the click of the door as it opened and then…

“Sherry, you put him back. He’s not like a mouse you can bring home to me,” was quietly hissed.

“I’m pregnant,” was hissed back, “even Josh could tell. I’ll need two people to help me once the kittens are born. You, my wizardy Easy, and I will be working on magic and someone needs to watch over the kits. Besides you need someone to take care of you. No more bringing home strangers to play with, with my kittens in the house. Did you think I wouldn’t notice with all the noises you make when you get up someone’s ass? Josh at least won’t get pregnant, like some of the others.”

“He’s not magical.”

“Yes, he is.. on his father’s side a long way back. He’ll acclimate and he’s got vacation coming up soon. He’s purrfect.”

“Sherry. No.”

From the bed came a sleepy voice, “alright, I believe you. Will you both go to sleep and we’ll all” Josh pulled the pillow over his ear his, “talk in the morning,” ended with a yawn. “Harry Potter…. Sheesh.”

“You’d better give him a good morning wakeup so he’ll be nice and mellow,” was hissed at Ezzie.

A hand rose from the bedding, pointed at the door and the words, “Allakhazam,” were plainly mumbled into the blankets. Somehow Sherry was out in the hallway and the door slammed shut.

Ezzie looked at the warm cuddly man in his bed in amazement and shrugged, pulling Josh into his arms to snuggle before himself falling asleep. Morning was going to be interesting. He ignored the muted laughter that moved off down the hallway.
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Title: The Takeover
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 977


It was late. Josh said as much to his house guest where she lounged in ‘his’, comfy and sometimes place to sleep, tv chair. He picked up the now neatly washed bowl, since she was done licking it, a bowl that was supposed to lure her out of ‘his’ recliner chair to the floor. In the end he’d picked it up and put it next to her, where upon she’d made short work of it. The bowl was still in his hand when the doorbell rang.

“If this is for you, you’re going to have to go outside and socialize with them. It’s bedtime for me,” Josh called over his shoulder as he opened the door.

A laugh came from the person on the other side of the screen door. “Sherry, short for Scheherazade, giving you problems? She does have a mind of her own.”

“Your cat?”

“I don’t know if you could really call her mine,” was said with amusement. “I think she considers me hers and now you too. Might as well get used to it.”

Read more... )
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A Spell Gone Bad or Not
characters - Winston, Professor Percy Pomeroy (PP), Dr. Phoenix

One [livejournal.com profile] onecrazycanuck posted this prompt:


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One [livejournal.com profile] onecrazycanuck posted this:

This happened.

Title: A Spell Gone Wrong or Not
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 416

The breeze tickling his ears is what woke Winston to the smell of earth and green things. A glass bottle glinted wickedly in his view as he pushed himself up with effort.

When did it become so difficult to get up, he asked himself and noticed that he sprawled with only his front paws wedging him up. Wait! Paws! Read more... )

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