#Sasquatch Territory

[neechees]

Which legendary Cryptids are appropriated from Indigenous Alaskan/American/Canadian/ cultures?

Honestly, most of them.

Wend!g0: appropriated from Algonquian cultures. The word itself (at least this version that I've censored) is Ojibwe & is an evil cannibal spirit

Sk*nwalkers: Navajo. Evil medicine men

Ravenmockers: Cherokee, called the Kâ'lanû Ahkyeli'skï in the Native language

Deer Woman: various cultures, including Ojibwe, Cherokee, Seminole, Oceti Sakowin, Haudenosaunee, & more.

Bigfoot/Sasquatch/various other giant hairy humanoids: various cultures, especially the Pacific Northwest. My culture also has them, & they're called Mistapew in our language. The word & "cryptid" Sasquatch is a bastardization of the word (& spirit) se'sxa from a Salish language (might be Nlaka'pamuctsin).

Lake Eerie Monster/Ogopogo/various other lake monsters: based on Algonquian horned serpent spirit & other similar spirits. Ogopogo in particular was stolen from the Secwepemc spirit Naitaka & the Sylix spirit nx̌ax̌aitkʷ

Thunderbirds: frequently found in many cultures, but most popular in Pacific Northwest Coast cultures, as evident in their art. Also found in some Algonquian cultures, including mine, & my Cree name has this word in it. This one was just straight up stolen & had a "cryptid" label slapped onto it

Caddy/Cadborosaurus: found in various PNWC cultures, called the hiyitl'iik by the Manhousat people, t'chain-ko by the Sechelt, & numkse lee kwala by the Comox in Vancouver.

Skunk Ape: bastardization of the Seminole Esti Capcaki, fitting the same description.

Shunka Warak’in: based on the name, it sounds like it was stolen from Oceti Sakowin legends, since "Shunka" (šúŋka) means "dog", particularly in Lakota

Adlet: stolen from Inuit legends

Thetis Lake Monster/Canadian Lizard Man: very likely based on & stolen from Haida Gwaii legends

Michigan Dogman: might be a mixture of Odawa legends as well as overlap with wend!g0

Owyhee Mountain Dwarves: stolen from Shoshone and Bannock legends

Nain Rouge: bastardization mix between French folklore called the lutin, and Native legends local to the area

Wampus Cat/Wampus: appears in multiple cultures, including Cherokee.

La Llorona: this one may have been influenced by a "weeping woman" figure that is seen in a few central american cultures, like Cihuacōātl, who has a really similar story with her son Mixcoatl.

Piasa Bird: spirit from Mississippian culture, often depicted in murals and art, including at Cahokia

Pukwudgie: from Wampanoag legends, & is a Wampanoag word. I think similar spirits exist elsewhere

A cryptid is an animal or creature that may or may not biologically exist but has a lot of tall tales surrounding it, and so people into "cryptids" (specifically ones that are appropriated) will use Native legends to fuel their argument & use as "proof" that these "animals" exist/existed, rather than the other way around that these are actually Native spirits that White people got a hold of, decontextualized, bastardized, and then spread inaccurately as "cryptids" or simply "folklore", with the latter being correct. Or people who think that these are just fun stories think "here's a cryptid and oh hey here's a Native spirit fitting the exact same description and the area the cryptid originates from is in the traditional territory as the Native culture this Native spirit is from. It's just a coincidence." & don't think it's because of appropriation at all.

I'm very likely missing some so there's probably more, but I also wouldn't be surprised if multiple OTHER "cryptids" have their origins in Native spirits that we haven't investigated yet. I've also been seeing White people talk about "cryptids" and then just straight up listing Native spirits, even ones that aren't widely known and don't even have a history of being called "cryptids". Which is fucking racist.

Native spirits aren't cryptids.

#edit: fixed!!

[deanwinchesterpregnant]

bad times at the sage creek motel

– for @wincestwednesdays prompt: reputation

The gas station is fucking freezing, but at least it’s a slight respite from the bite of the Montana winter outside. It’s snowing; not bad enough to close school or anything, but bad enough for Sam to be vaguely worried about Dad away in the wilderness on a hunt. Sam’s winter coat is kind of shitty and a little too small, and if the snowfall doesn’t turn into a proper storm in the night, he has half a mind to drag Dean down to the secondhand store tomorrow. Two and a half weeks here already and Dad hasn’t said anything about leaving, at least not to Sam. Whatever he’s said to Dean must've been enough for Dean to go out and get himself a part-time job here at the Conoco.

There’s heat coming through the vents supposedly, but it feels futile with the cold getting through the poor ventilation. The windows look like they haven't been replaced since the place was built, cloudy glass and coming unsealed from the sills. Dean, lounging behind the counter with a pen in his mouth and a smirk on his face, has an ancient space heater pointed toward him and looks downright toasty despite the faintly dangerous-sounding rattling. Sam rubs his hands together and glares.

“I’m going to get another coffee,” he says, leaning over the counter and trying to catch some of the heat. “You want anything?”

“Epsilon follower?” Dean asks with a grin, tapping the pen on his teeth.

“It’s zeta,” Sam rolls his eyes, craning his neck to see how much of the crossword Dean has actually managed to fill in. It’s more than he expected, and he watches as Dean writes Z-E-T-A in the 41 down in his blocky capitals.

“I’m good on coffee, Sammy. You keep drinkin’ like that and you might stunt your growth, you know. Although maybe that wouldn’t be so bad, Sasquatch. Keep you from overtaking me.”

Sam turns on his heel and doesn’t bother to answer. He isn’t even sure why he came here, to the gas station to hang out with Dean while he works a rare night shift. He could be back at the motel savoring some alone time: choosing what channel the TV stays on, jerking off, taking a long shower without Dean hollering at him to hurry up. Instead he’s here, cold as shit and supposedly keeping Dean company but really just feeling inferior to the Friday USA Today. It’s understandable when Dean chooses to read the skin mags behind the desk rather than talk to Sam. This just feels like an insult.

Sighing, he grabs a cup off the wall and makes his way to the coffee dispensers. The sign boasts a signature Brazilian roast; Sam knows Folger’s when he tastes it.

He’s debating drinking it black or adding cream when the bell above the door sounds, tinny and way too cheery for 9pm and a snowstorm. A group of girls that Sam vaguely recognizes from the grade above him in school sweep in, two of them headed right toward the coffee station, the other toward Dean at the front.

“10 on pump 7?” Sam hears, and he doesn’t have to look to know that Dean is giving her his signature smile. Probably a wink too, the asshole.

“‘Course, sweetheart. Anything else?”

Sam tunes them out. He doesn’t need to hear it, not the girl giggling and finding way too many reasons to keep talking, not Dean indulging some high school senior’s heart eyes. Scowling, he ducks behind a shelf full of chips and beef jerky before the other two girls can spot him and give him the, you’re the new kid, right? rundown, which would make this already shitty night enter total suckfest territory.

“God, he is so fucking hot,” Sam hears, and he busies himself by turning to the fridge behind him and pretending to seriously weigh the differences between regular and Diet Coke despite the coffee already in his hand. “Like where did he even come from?”

“I guess he just moved here,” the other girl says. “I heard he’s ex-military.”

“Ex-military? I think he’s like, 20 years old. I heard he’s an ex-con.”

“Well, whatever. I heard he fucked Candy Patterson. You know, Caroline’s older sister? Did her behind Pop's after her Sunday shift.”

“Are you fucking kidding?” the first girl says. Sam can picture her covering her mouth, eyes widening in shock before cutting over to gawp at Dean. They’re probably going half-lidded with lust, her face a little flushed. He hates it. “Candy Patterson? Behind the bar? I heard he fucked Brianna Smith in that car he drives. Jesus! He’s been here for like 2 weeks and he’s already managed to get two girls to put out? In like, semi-public?”

“Three,” the other girl says, voice dropping low like it’s a secret. Sam has to strain his ears to hear. “You know how I’ve been kinda dating Alex, right? Well his older sister, Hayley – I heard her talking to her friends and apparently he gives head like a dream. Like, really enthusiastically and everything. Likes to make girls finish.”

“You think he’s sweet?”

“Who cares? Look at him!”

“Yeah, I’d definitely let him swipe my v-card.”

It’s enough for Sam, who feels weirdly hot despite the temperature. Grabbing a bag of chips, he stalks back toward the front of the store, where the girl’s gone outside to pump her gas and Dean is hunched back over the newspaper, pen flicking idly over his fingers.

“What’s up, Sammy?” he asks. “You know a style of romance music that started in the Dominican Republic, by chance?”

“I’m going back to the motel,” Sam says. The answer is Bachata. “Can I have the key?”

Dean cocks an eyebrow, but digs the key out of his back pocket, holding it out for Sam to take.

“Don’t wanna hang here for the next 2 hours?” he asks. “What, am I no fun? Looks like a shitty walk home.”

“I’m good,” Sam says, snatching up the key and ignoring the way his fingertips brush Dean’s palm. “I’ll be fine.”

“Got your knife?”

“Dean, I’m sixteen,” he says, already walking toward the door and pushing it open. “Chill the hell out.”

“Try not to beat your meat so hard it falls off!” Dean calls behind him. Sam can hear him laughing over the wind. He bites his lip, and doesn’t say try not to fuck anymore girls in the next 2 hours.

[on AO3]

#wincest wednesday #wincest #posting this at a bad time for interaction buuuuut i can always morning rb. goodnight! #spike words #ww ficlet

[preservationofnormalcy]

Is a skunk ape much different from a bigfoot? I live in Florida and I've never seen one myself, only heard stories

Hey, I'm gonna field this one since I've worked pretty extensively with Skunk Apes;

The Cryptid Apes are sort of a generally nebulous umbrella of creatures that have a similarity to one another but aren't actually related. Skunk apes are a lot smaller, more aggressive, and much more territorial than the larger and more peaceful Sasquatch; that's why we tag them. The few times they've had major overlap with mundane communities havent ended well.

The biggest thing about the skunk ape is their stench. You might think the stories are exaggerating; they aren't. They exude a POWERFUL stink, and can spray a liquid that smells even worse from their anal glands; their spray is so bad that you're better off throwing away any clothes that get hit by it; I chopped all my hair off once because skunk ape spray got into it, it's that bad. If it gets on your skin, you're looking at multiple tomato and baking soda baths, mixed with hard scrubbing and industrial degreasing soap.

Socially, they travel in large groups called "troops." The major troops that occupied the Everglades were the Kissimee Troop, led by an older male named Mickey, and the Okeechobee Troop, which was led by an older female we called Fiona, until her daughter Lydia challenged her for leadership and took over.

As far as we know, they've been here longer than humans have; they're really fascinating creatures.

#office for the preservation of normalcy #ask #ask jenny #skunk ape #cryptids

[cryptid-quest]

Cryptid of the Day: Nuk-Luk

Description: The vast unexplored regions of Canada’s Northwest Territories hold many secrets. Could a Sasquatch that the locals call the Nuk-Luk be one of them? The creature was blamed for the disappearances of miners and trappers during the 1920s.

#nuk-luk #cryptid #cryptids #cryptozoology #cryptid of the day

[dailycharacteroption]

Roleplaying Races 15: Orang-Pendak

(art by young920 on DeviantArt)

And so we come to the final entry of the week, and it’s a First Edition ancestry that… well, I kinda thought was lame when I first saw it.

I don’t think I can be blamed though. After all, the orang-pendak are a species of sapient primates (already done with the vanara) that are based in part on folklore of ape-people living in the forest (also vanara) that are only really set apart by their small size with surprising strength and their unique aversion to riding on mounts or in vehicles. With only that bestiary entry to go off of, it’s easy to see why they’d be another bestiary-orphan ancestry.

But is there more to them? Certainly!

In the real world, orang-pendek (so glad to have validation that spelling it with an ‘e’ is ok) are beings from Indonesian folklore, specifically Sumatran, where the people have stories of the “short people of the forest”, which were similar to the orangutan, but different, more human-like. Certain accounts from islanders claim they are smart enough to use tools and could sometimes be territorial and violent.

Now, regardless of whether these tales are true or merely folklore based on misinterpreted sightings of orangutans or insular forest-dwelling societies, but the nature of the story has naturally attracted the attention of both legitimate biologists and cryptozoologists alike.

In any case, the Pathfinder version does not list a specific nation in the bestiary entry, but it can be assumed that they are from parts of Tian Xia. Additionally, they are described as a distant relation to sasquatches, and are just as shy and insular.

The orang-pendak are small humanoid apes covered in shaggy fur that ranges from brown to a rusty red-orange. As such, it’s easy to see how they could be mistaken for orangutans or gibbons from a distance. However, their proportions are more akin to a human’s or halflings, albeit with a hunched posture.

They are also semi-nomadic gatherers that only really hunt to round out their diet with protein, and spend most of the time subsisting on the world around them before moving on in order to minimize their impact on their surroundings. Beyond this, they are a close-knit people that are shy and distrustful of outsiders.

Surprisingly strong for their size, orang-pendaks are also empathetic and wise, but their lack of formal education hampers them somewhat.

Familiar as they are with forest terrain, they are adept at climbing and hiding within the foliage.

They also possess excellent night vision.

Orang-pendaks however, become easily unnerved and motion sick when being moved by forces other than their own autonomy, making riding mounts or in vehicles difficult and outright undesirable for them.

Their kinship with the other apes they share their territory with makes it easy for them to get along with other primates.

Their surprising upper body strength also makes them shockingly adept at destroying objects as well.

It’s nice to see a small ancestry that not only doesn’t have a strength penalty, but has a strength bonus, making those small barbarian or fighter builds much more viable. Their wisdom also lends itself well to rangers and druids, or even clerics. On the other hand, however, that intelligence penalty does make arcane magic builds somewhat limited, but the real kicker is their Own Two Feet weakness, which basically makes classes and archetypes with mounts, such as cavalier or samurai, difficult to play without using archetypes that remove and replace the mount with something more useful, to say nothing of the difficulties of overland travel in adventures where mounts or vehicles would be the superior way to travel. Like all weaknesses, however, they can be surmounted.

That does it for this week, and I hope you enjoyed it. This is the second to last time we’ll be able to do this for first edition ancestries, but fret not, I already have plans to continue into 2nd Edition, not to mention continuing to look at species from Starfinder!

#pathfinder #race #orang-pendak #bestiary 5

[guysgetbigger]

Sympathy Santa (10 of 12)

Life with Sarah had become an exhilarating tightrope walk between normalcy and the extraordinary. Their sex life, fueled by the novelty of Ethan's size and Sarah's adventurous spirit, had reached heights they never thought possible. But maintaining their secret added a constant layer of tension, a delicious thrill that shadowed their every move.

Ethan, unable to hide his transformation forever, invested in a wardrobe of custom-made clothes, each garment reflecting his ever-increasing bulk. As he returned to work, the initial shock soon faded, replaced by a mixture of curiosity and amusement. He became a living legend, the "colossal colleague," his booming voice and earth-shaking steps echoing through the office.

The gym, once a place of casual workouts, became a personal sanctuary. Each rep, each set, fueled not just his growing muscles but also his ever-expanding belly. His clothes, tailored just weeks ago, began to strain again, the fabric stretched taut across his abdomen.

One evening, as they cuddled on the couch, Sarah dropped a bombshell. "Honey," she began, her voice laced with excitement, "there's something I need to tell you."

Ethan's heart skipped a beat. Was their secret out? His mind raced with possibilities, each one more terrifying than the last.

"I'm pregnant," Sarah announced, her eyes sparkling with joy.

Relief washed over Ethan, followed by a surge of paternal protectiveness. A child, amidst the chaos of their secret world, felt both daunting and strangely grounding.

The pregnancy progressed normally, albeit with a few unexpected challenges. Sarah's cravings were legendary, requiring Ethan to source exotic fruits and obscure ingredients to satisfy her whims. Her belly, growing in tandem with his, presented logistical hurdles, requiring special furniture and strategic maneuvering around the house.

Yet, through it all, their bond deepened. The shared experience of parenthood, coupled with the constant undercurrent of their secret, forged an even stronger connection. They were a team, navigating uncharted territory, hand in hand, heart to heart.

As the baby bump grew, so did the whispers around Ethan. His size, once a novelty, became the subject of speculation and rumors. The line between amusement and concern began to blur, making them even more cautious about maintaining their secret.

One day, while Sarah was at the doctor's appointment, Ethan overheard a group of colleagues gossiping. Their hushed tones spoke of "genetic abnormalities," "freak of nature," and even "medical marvel." Anger flared within him, a primal urge to protect his family, his secret.

But then, he remembered Sarah's radiant smile, the soft kicks from within her growing belly. He couldn't let fear and anger jeopardize their fragile normalcy, their little family built on love and acceptance.

Taking a deep breath, he composed himself. The path ahead would be challenging, fraught with judgment and scrutiny. But they wouldn't face it alone. They had each other, their love an unyielding shield against the outside world. And as he placed a hand on Sarah's belly, feeling the tiny life stir within, he knew their journey, extraordinary as it may be, was just beginning. Theirs was a love story defying definition, a testament to the power of acceptance and the resilience of the human spirit, and they would face whatever came next, together, as a family, forever bound by the threads of their extraordinary secret.

—

Sarah, humming a cheerful tune, caught a glimpse of Ethan emerging from the bathroom, leaving a trail of steam in his wake. Her jaw dropped. Even towel-clad, his sheer immensity filled the doorway. Gone was the toned physique she once admired, replaced by a gargantuan mass of muscle and sinew, barely contained by the fabric.

His body hair, now longer and thicker, matted against his skin like the fur of a mythical sasquatch. "Ethan!" she exclaimed, a mix of awe and concern in her voice. "You seem… bigger than ever."

Ethan chuckled, a deep rumble that vibrated through the floor. "Just making good use of that gym membership," he joked, but his smile didn't quite reach his eyes.

Sarah stepped closer, tracing the outline of his massive silhouette through the towel. He dwarfed her completely, his head scraping the ceiling. "How do you even fit in the shower?" she marveled, unable to stifle a giggle.

Ethan's chuckle died down. "Honestly," he admitted, his voice low, "it's getting difficult. Every doorframe feels like a squeeze, the furniture seems miniature, even the bed…" He trailed off, the unspoken implication hanging heavy in the air.

Sarah's smile faded, replaced by a concerned frown. The novelty of his growth, once exciting, now seemed to be taking a toll. "Does it… bother you?" she asked softly.

Ethan hesitated, then sighed. "Sometimes," he confessed. "This house, built for normal-sized people, feels like a constant reminder of how... different I am."

But then, a surprising honesty slipped into his voice. "But at the same time… there's a power in this size. A feeling of raw strength, of being something beyond human."

Sarah looked into his eyes, seeing the conflicting emotions swirling within him. Fear and excitement, confinement and liberation, all battling for dominance. She reached up, her small hand dwarfed by his massive bicep, and squeezed gently.

"Ethan," she said, her voice firm yet filled with love, "we'll figure it out. Together. This house, our life, it might need to adapt, but you don't have to shrink yourself to fit in. You are who you are, and I love you for it, all of it."

His heart warmed at her words. He might be growing bigger, physically pushing the boundaries of their world, but her acceptance, her unwavering love, remained a constant anchor. He leaned down, nuzzling her forehead with his cheek, the gesture surprisingly delicate despite his size.

"Thank you, Sarah," he whispered, the words thick with emotion. "For understanding, for loving this… this giant mess I've become."

She giggled, the sound tinkling like wind chimes against his massive form. "Mess? Maybe. But a pretty amazing mess at that."

Their situation was complex, filled with uncertainties and challenges. But as they stood there, bathed in the warm afterglow of their connection, they knew they weren't alone. They had each other, and that, for now, was enough. The future might be as vast and unknown as his ever-expanding size, but they would face it, hand in hand, their love a beacon guiding them through the uncharted territory of their extraordinary lives.

—

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the room, Sarah gathered her things and announced she was heading out for a girls' night. Ethan, a wave of relief washing over him, offered a tired smile and a mumbled goodbye. He wasn't sure how much longer he could maintain the charade, the constant fear of exposure gnawing at his already stretched nerves.

With Sarah gone, the silence of the house felt deafening. It was a silence Ethan knew wouldn't last long. A quick text later, Derek appeared, his small frame dwarfed by the doorway.

"Ethan," he whispered, his voice filled with awe as he took in his friend's colossal form. The redwood, pulsating with an internal life of its own, dominated the room.

Ethan beckoned him closer, a small smile playing on his lips. Derek, his eyes wide, approached cautiously, his hand trembling as he reached out. The warmth radiating from Ethan's flesh was unlike anything he'd ever felt, a potent mix of power and intimacy.

Hesitantly, Derek traced the outline of the redwood, his fingers barely able to wrap around its base. The immensity of it both terrified and excited him. He was a tiny explorer venturing into uncharted territory, a feeling that fueled his growing desire.

Ethan let out a low moan, the sound vibrating through the floorboards. He closed his eyes, savoring the touch, the power dynamic shifting as Derek, emboldened, explored further. His small hands, nimble and curious, danced across the redwood's surface, sending shivers of pleasure down Ethan's spine.

Derek, no longer just a submissive admirer, became an active participant. He stroked the sensitive glans, eliciting a guttural growl from Ethan. The sight of his friend, normally so composed, reduced to a state of primal desire by his touch, fueled his own excitement.

He worshipped the redwood, kissing its tip, tracing its veins, marveling at its size and power. The fear, once present, was replaced by a strange sense of awe and reverence. He was worshipping something beyond human, a force of nature contained within his friend.

Ethan, in turn, surrendered to the pleasure. The size difference, once a source of anxiety, became a playground. He reveled in the control he held over Derek, the way his touch, however gentle, sent tremors through his smaller form. Yet, there was also a vulnerability in Derek's worship, a purity in his fascination, that touched him deeply.

As their exploration deepened, the lines between pleasure and reverence blurred. They were no longer just two friends, but participants in a ritualistic dance, a celebration of their unique and forbidden connection.

When the climax arrived, it was earth-shattering. The room reverberated with Ethan's roars and Derek's muffled cries. The power dynamics shifted once more, Ethan a force of nature unleashed, Derek a tiny boat tossed in a raging sea.

As the tremors subsided, they lay together, the silence thick with unspoken emotions. Derek, curled up against Ethan's side, felt a strange sense of peace, a connection deeper than any he'd ever known. Ethan, the immensity of his form both a burden and a shield, felt a flicker of hope. He wasn't alone in this, not anymore.

They had shared a secret, a forbidden dance fueled by size and desire. And as they drifted off to sleep, they knew this was just the beginning, a first step into a future as vast and unknown as Ethan's ever-expanding form. Their journey, fraught with danger and uncertainty, would be walked together, bound by the threads of their extraordinary secret and the unexpected intimacy they had discovered in the shadows.

#sympathysanta #story

[ancientorigins]

All over the world are similar reports of a large creature that is ape-like, yet walks upright on two feet and displays other human characteristics. In North America, we know him as Sasquatch or Bigfoot. In China, he is called Yeren, or Wildman. Dozens of scientists from high-level institutions in China have studied Yeren evidence. In 1980, more than 100 investigators were even sent on an expedition into the heart of “Yeren territory.”

[statecryptids]

A few years ago I wrote an article for Cryptid Culture magazine #7 about the microbial cryptids that may be lurking all around us. Since the magazine has been defunct for a while now, I thought I'd post that article in full here. 

You can still purchase copies of Cryptid Culture from Blurb. Definitely check it out. There were some great articles.

THE SHADOW BIOSPHERE

In our search for unknown creatures we often focus on large, impressive cryptids- Mothman, Sasquatch, the Jersey Devil, Nessie. Beasts that, if they do exist, would be extremely rare and inhabit the periphery of humanity’s territory.

But what if there are uncountable hordes of unidentified organisms all around us? What if they are in the soil beneath our feet? In the damp spots in our basements? Even lurking inside our very bodies? What if there are whole unknown domains of life whose existence we have never even suspected because they are too small to be seen with the naked eye and so radically different from conventional Earthly life that we do not even have the proper tools to detect them? What if there is an entire Shadow Biosphere (a term originally coined by researchers Carol Cleland and Shelley Copley of the University of Colorado in 2005) lurking all around us?  

The exact origin of life on Earth is not currently known, though scientists have posed many possibilities. Some have speculated that life coalesced out of the mineral-rich waters around hot springs or deep-sea hydrothermal vents. Others have wondered if the basic building blocks of life arose in warm tidal pools or on the surface of carbon-based matter floating in droplets of sea spray. Still others have wondered if the components of life might have been brought to Earth on icy comets. It’s possible- even likely- that simple life arose multiple times and in multiple forms in these and many other crucibles on the early Earth. 

At some point, though, one type of life predominated and took over every ecological niche on the planet. This kind of life is highly plastic in the form it takes: bacteria, amoebae, algae, jellyfish, dinosaurs, humans. Organisms very different in form and structure, yet all sharing the same fundamental building blocks. Their genetic information is wrapped up in double-helices of DNA constructed from four bases: guanine, cytosine, adenine and thymine . Their bodies are built and controlled by proteins and enzymes made of 20 different amino acids. And many of their support structures- hair, wood, cell membranes, etc- are constructed from carbohydrates.

But what if other life forms made from different sets of building blocks also developed in those dawn crucibles? What if they used a molecular structure besides DNA to hold genetic information? What if they utilized more than the familiar 20 amino acids to build their proteins? Or a different set of amino acids entirely? Even if such organisms did evolve they must surely have gone extinct early on, out-competed by life that dominates the Earth today? Otherwise we surely would have found evidence of them.

Perhaps not, though. The majority of living things on Earth are prokaryotes- unicellular microbes too small for us to see with the naked eye.  Under a microscope, most prokaryotes look fairly similar. Their cells are either shaped like pills, spheres or twisting corkscrews. You can’t tell what species a prokaryote is just by looking at it.

But this external simplicity and uniformity hides a universe of metabolic diversity. Some prokaryotes can photosynthesize like plants. Some can obtain energy from salt or sulfur. Some live off metals or oil. Some even feed on radioactive materials like uranium.  And of course, there are the more commonly known microbes that parasitize other living organisms. To identify prokaryote species, scientists have developed tools and techniques to detect the various enzymes, chemicals, and other molecular components that allow them to live and feed in these unique ways. Additionally, since prokaryotes are so small and numerous, these techniques are not performed on individual specimens. Instead, they are tested in a “shotgun” fashion on a sample of, say, soil or pond water to detect the overall presence and abundance of certain metabolic components.   These techniques assume, however, that the organisms being examined are composed of the DNA, proteins and other building blocks of regular terrestrial life.  They would not find denizens of the Shadow Biosphere if their structures and genetic material are different from what we currently know.

There is actually a precedence for discovering a completely new domain of life. Up until the late 1970s all life on Earth was placed into two broad categories based on the structure of their cells. Eukaryote cells have lots of smaller metabolism-performing structures called organelles inside them, including a nucleus to contain DNA, mitochondria to generate energy, and, in the case of plants and algae, chloroplasts to photosynthesize. All animals, plants, algae, fungi, and many single-celled organisms such as diatoms, paramecia, and amoebae are eukaryotes.

The aforementioned prokaryotes, by contrast, have no organelles. Their DNA and all metabolic enzymes float freely in the cell.  For decades all prokaryotes were assumed to be bacteria. In the late 1970s, however, researchers noticed that some prokaryotes had proteins and other chemical structures that were vastly different from those found in the majority of these microbes. What’s more, these strange prokaryotes were genetically closer to each other than they were to any other bacteria. It soon became clear that these organisms were a whole new domain of life that researchers dubbed the Archaea. 

It’s important to note that even though archaea differ from eukaryotes and bacteria in some structural ways, they still utilize DNA and the 20 amino acids found in the other two groups.  Archaea may have evolved separately from the other domains, but they are still ultimately descended from the same distant ancestor as the others. They are not part of a Shadow Biosphere. The point of this story is to illustrate the fact that that unique microbial organisms can indeed be lurking all around us without being detected.

  So, is there any evidence for a Shadow Biosphere? One possible clue to their presence is a phenomenon known as desert varnish. In arid regions around the world, exposed rock outcroppings frequently develop a thin red or black coating of iron, manganese, silica and clay particles. Native peoples around the world have created petroglyph images on these rocks by scrapping away this thin dark patina to expose the lighter rock underneath. Though desert varnish has been extensively studied, its exact origins are not known. Many scientists think it is caused by chemical weathering or by the slow action of bacteria or archaea living on the surface of the rocks. Some, though, have suggested that the dark patinas could have been deposited by the unknown organisms of the Shadow Biosphere. Testing this hypothesis would require developing techniques, which I will discuss a little later, to detect traces of non-traditional life forms.

It’s possible that some of these Earthly aliens have actually been found. In 1996 geologist Phillipa Uwins and her team discovered microscopic filament-like structures on pieces of freshly fractured sandstone they had pulled from 2-3 miles below the ocean floor. Soon, the filaments, which Uwins  dubbed “nanobes”, were found to be growing on equipment and containers in her lab that had come into contact with the samples. Experimentation found that the nanobes would also grow and even multiply on freshly fractured rock samples. Testing with DAPI staining- a technique for finding double stranded nucleic acids like DNA- produced a strong positive result, indicating that these filaments had genetic material and were thus alive.  That revelation created quite a conundrum, though, because these nanobes were one-tenth smaller than even the smallest known bacteria or archaea. At that size, a conventional organism would simply be too small to contain the genetic material and proteins necessary for life. Could nanobes have different chemical structures for carrying out life’s functions? Uwins and her colleagues are still hesitant to definitively claim nanobes are a new form of life, or even alive at all. More research is required to determine the exact nature of these structures.  Nevertheless, they are another tantalizing clue to the existence of an unsuspected Shadow Biosphere lurking all around us. 

All this speculation begs the question: how would one find evidence of the Shadow Biosphere if it’s denizens cannot be detected by techniques that target known Earth life? One possibility would be to develop experiments that look for other amino acids in the environment beyond the familiar 20. Another possible method would be to develop a chemical reagent that can distinguish between typical DNA and other genetic material that might have different bases besides guanine, cytosine, adenine and thymine. This reagent could be used to stain a sample of cells gathered from, say, a soil sample. Any cells that were not stained could potentially possess a gene-encoding structure different from typical DNA.

As I stated at the beginning, while the big, bizarre cryptids like Mothman and Thunderbirds may be the most popular, some of the strangest, truly unique organisms on Earth may be lurking under our very feet beyond the limits of what our eyes and scientific instruments can see. The trick to finding them may require looking beyond what we currently understand as life on this planet.   

REFERNECES

Cleland, C. E. (2007). Epistemological issues in the study of microbial life: Alternative terran biospheres? Studies in History and Philosophy of Science Part C: Studies in History and Philosophy of Biological and Biomedical Sciences, 38(4), 847-861.

Cleland, C. E., & Copley, S. D. (2005). The possibility of alternative microbial life on Earth. International Journal of Astrobiology, 4(3 & 4), 165-173.

Uwins, P. J. R., Webb, R. I, & Taylor, A. P. (1998). Novel nano-organisms from Australian sandstones. American Mineralogist, 83(11-12, Part 2): 1541-1550.

#cryptids #microbes

[sunbowtruebrother]

Map of sightings for BC, Yukon and NWT

Map of sightings for BC, Yukon and NWT: Following the Bigfoot World Map, the Canada Sasquatch Map and the Bigfoot Mapping Project we previously share on SCENIC, this map of sightings for British Columbia, Yukon and North West Territories offers additional

Map of sightings for BC, Yukon and NWT: Following the Bigfoot World Map, the Canada Sasquatch Map and the Bigfoot Mapping Project we previously share on SCENIC, this map of sightings for British Columbia, Yukon and North West Territories offers additional resources. There are a few repetitions, namely about famous sightings, but this research covers a long list of cases. Of course, like all…

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Bigfoots Don’t Fear to Tread

Bluff Creek, a cliff-lined mountain stream that flows through the Six Rivers National Forest in the wild north of the state, is the center of Bigfoot country. By now, most Americans have heard of Bigfoot, the North American Abominable Snowman, usually from sleazy weekly tabloids or dubious TV documentaries. Still, a brief recap of the stories and legends is in order: 

Bigfoot-a.k.a. Sasquatch, Skunk Ape, and so forth-is a wild, hairy, apelike creature who’s been sighted sporadically in the forests and mountains of North America ever since Indian times. He’s between seven and eleven feet tall, judging by the deeply imprinted giant tracks that gave him his most famous moniker, weighs several hundred pounds. Bigfoot is often accompanied by an evil odor that resembles the stench of garbage or rotten eggs. Both male and female varieties of Bigfoot have been reported, and in 1924 a Canadian miner named Albert Ostman claimed to have been kidnapped for a week by a Bigfoot family. 

Nobody quite agrees on just what the hairy beasts are. Some researchers think Bigfoot is a primitive hominid species that retreated into North America’s forests and swamps when modern men began occupying the continent many thousands of years ago. Others believe it’s a surviving relative of Gigantopithecus, an extinct giant ape. A third faction suspects that Bigfoot is a miragelike phantom formed by unknown geophysical forces. And of course, there are skeptics and debunkers, who write off the whole phenomenon as a product of overactive imaginations and yellow journalism. 

Indian tribes are usually the most reliable authorities on bigfoot. Traditionally, they tend to regard the beasts as evil and avoid them. The creatures, in turn, generally avoid us. Unhappy with human incursions into their territories, Bigfoots have been known to vandalize backwoods construction sites and lob rocks at hunters who invade their domain. 

These creatures have been spotted in every state of the United States save Hawaii, but California-our own fair state-has the highest number and concentration of sightings. 

Bluff Creek, the “hot center” of Bigfoot Country in northern Cailfornia, flows about twenty miles southward from the Siskiyou Mountains to the Klamath River. In the 1978 book Sasquatch; The Apes Among Us, veteran Bigfoot hunter John Green wrote that over sixty people had seen more seventy sets of tracks along the creek and had spotted the beasts eight times. This made the mountain stream the most active area for Bigfoot sightings in North America. 

Though there had been rumors of mysterious giant footprints and “ape-men” in this land of steep, heavily forested coastal mountains all the way back to gold rush days, the real excitement began in 1958. That year a timber road linking the then primitive and uncrowded Highway 96 with Highway 199 was being carved out of the uninhabited wilderness along Bluff Creek. Around late August, work crews began noticing that something with sixteen-inch feet and four-foot stride was leaving tracks around their camp at night. 

A bulldozer operator named Jerry crew became intrigued by the tracks and made a plaster cast of them. He took them to the Humboldt Times, told a reporter about the mystery animal, and had his picture taken with the huge footprints. The story soon got onto the AP wire and was reprinted all over the country. The press appropriately dubbed the beast “Bigfoot,” and the name stuck. 

For years afterwards, road workers and loggers at Bluff Creek kept finding giant prints along the road and creek bed. Some of them reported that they’d seen huge, hairy, humanoid creatures loping around in the woods. At night, they raided human outposts and scared crewmen with their aggressiveness and strength. In the Laird Meadow region, a Bigfoot-like animal toppled loaded trailers, overturned 450-pound barrels, and threw a four-foot concrete culvert into a ditch. 

Many expeditions to capture the beasts have been mounted, yet to this day none have definitely proved that the creatures exist. There are only plaster casts of footprints, eyewitness accounts, tapes of what purport to be a Bigfoot screaming eerily, a couple of blurry photos-and the Patterson film. 

Bigfoot on Film?

The Patterson film is the most powerful evidence the Bigfoot supporters have. The thirty feet of 16-mm color film. which show a large apelike creature shambling away from the cameraman, have been shown countless times in movies, tv documentaries, and news programs. The film remains the best suggestion to date that a huge hirsute monsters are wandering around northern western California’s wilderness. Not surprisingly, it was taken on Bluff Creek. 

The late Bigfoot hunter Roger Patterson shot the film during a close encounter with one of the creatures in the early afternoon of October 20, 1967. he was out horseback riding at Bluff Creek with his friend Bob Gimlin. As they rounded a bend in the creek, the two men spotted a Bigfoot sitting calmly beside the water. Patterson’s horse reared in fright, and he dismounted quickly, scrambling for the movie camera. Gimlin remained mounted, readying his rifle for action. Then Patterson quickly turned on his camera and ran about eighty feet toward the animal. 

The camera caught a hairy biped with simian features, virtually no neck, and pendulous breasts. It stood still for a moment, looking back at the camera, then strode off into the brush, its long arms swinging at its sides. Right after this encounter, the men found fourteen-inch footprints where the beast had walked. 

The Patterson film is highly controversial-dismissed as a clumsy fake by some and embraced as undeniable evidence by others. Most of the latter maintain that the creature in the film is female, because of its distinctive breasts. Argosy magazine, the first to publish the film stills, dubbed the beast the Adorable Woodswoman. 

In the wake of the film’s release, searchers have tried mightily to photograph, capture, or kill the hairy creatures-all to no avail. Bigfoot has eluded all captors, and though sightings in the area have become less frequent in recent years, it’s likely that most persistent and frustrating zoological mystery in the Western Hemisphere still roams free along the steep banks of Bluff Creek. 

#weird california #type read #long as read

[nerdfighterwhatevernumbers]

Someone from my book club selected Patricia Wants to Cuddle and the ending bothered me so much I'm gonna complain about it

Okay so it's framed in a The Bachelor/King Kong kinda way but even without that lead in, the ending is very messed up. And I don't mean because there's violence, I mean because of how the queer characters, and the only Black character, react to the violence.

See, the first three quarters of the short book are building up to the reveal of this sasquatch but most of it is the reality show portion. This is fine and fun, seeing people we usually think of as one dimensional being fleshed out, but still real in the sense that they are in fact shallow selfish people. The first lead we get a pov from, Renee, is the only Black woman in the show and the only one who isn't an influencer. We're clearly meant to see her as the sane grounded one as she deals with racism and homophobia (as a closeted bisexual) on the show, but when the violence starts she starts to seem like a sociopath. In one sense that's interesting, framing her as also being messy the way the others are, but the reason I go so far as to use the term 'sociopath' is because she sees the severed head of a woman she's known for months and is between completely not caring and being mildly satisfied. She sees two other women she's also known for months who were annoying but didn't harass her directly having limbs torn off their dead bodies and being impaled and she does not care.

The lead doesn't have to be moral obviously, especially in a horror story, the problems come from the fact that she is the only Black woman in a book by a white author and how the author equates the sasquatch with queer people. The only Black woman and she reacts to extreme violence against people who's highest crimes against her were microaggressions? She sees a severed head and doesn't even flinch? She even lies about it to the bachelor instead of telling him the person they're looking for in the woods at night is dead. Like, white people already think of Black people as being unfeeling and violent and then they have the Black woman sympathizing more with the ape-like creature than other humans?

Now, sympathizing with the Sasquatch might be fair if the humans deserved it in any way. Renee comes to understand this is the Sasquatch's territory and she was just being territorial. Yeah, that's fair. If you go somewhere wild apes are and an ape is violent, they can't be expected to act like a human would. HOWEVER, this was a tv show. They asked permission to stay at the local island hotel and could have been told no by the locals who know about and protect the sasquatch as an endangered creature. They were explicitly told it's okay to be here, they were at no point warned to stay away from the mountains, to stay within certain parameters of the hotel. They had no reason to believe they were interacting with an animal inappropriately. So these people were maimed and didn't deserve it and the only Black woman is left looking plain evil because she doesn't care.

The other angle is that the local lesbian islanders and Renee both see themselves in the sasquatch as she is a part of the natural beauty of the island and aren't they misunderstood creatures too? Like, sure, but queer people don't tear limbs off???? The story is directly equating the misunderstanding queer people face and what the Sasquatch faces while the sasquatch kills people that weren't trying to hurt her and could have been kept out of her space. I think I could have even bought this sympathy more if we saw more evil from the straight characters- the older lesbians have love letters scattered throughout the book, but we don't hear about, like, hate crimes or anything that would make me go 'yeah, i'd be fine if the people who hurt you got beheaded'. Like I said, Renee experiences racism, but it's not even on the level of the real life Bachelorette Rachel, it's just tokenism on the show that will end in two weeks. I don't have any reason to understand her position of not caring about anyone but the beauty of this island and the life on it.

It just comes off like queers don't care about anyone else and Black people are callous about extreme violence

[fat-hedonistic-hogs]

Bigfoot Raven and Yang washing their hairy asses in a forest pond, making it a hot tub with their farts~

"Aaah that's the stuff~ Feels like ages since I had a good wash! And the water feels incredible..." Yang sighed as she scratched and scrubbed at her hairy ass while letting her body sink into the water of the pond. Leftover food stolen from campers washed off her gut and face as she used her pudgy sausage fingers to wipe away at her doughy form. "Come on in mom the waters fine!" Yang called out to the woods behind her as deep rumbling steps could be heard causing birds to scatter and the ground beneath them to shake.

"BWOOOOOOOOORP FLRRRRPT~ Yang... are you sure there's no humans around? ~wheeze~ I'd rather not have to deal with more cameras..." Raven groaned Jowls jiggling as she lowered herself into the pond with a trail of flies following her ass her swollen ring belched out noxious clouds of rancid gas. She wasn't much for bathing as her natural musk helped ward off any challengers and helped mark her territory but with two sasquatch In the water it wouldn't stay clean for long.

"Ah you worry too much! Noone comes out this far... besides! FLRRPPPPPPT~ We even have a jacuzzi!" Yang laughed as she leaned to the side ripping a explosive fart sending the calm surface of the pond bubbling as her gas erupted out of her rear end.

"Urrrp... Maybe you're right. It's a quiet day and I need a good soak. This summer heat has me sweating up a storm." Raven sighed relaxing and spreading her legs wide, the colossal cryptid couldn't help but let it all hang out. It was natural and it's not like she had someone to make her clothes. "But of you want bubbles you gotta put a bit more into it." Raven grinned letting out a grunt as she turned the entire pond into a hottub ass erupting like a volcano of flatulence and fish going belly up from her constant expulsions.

"UGH! Mom that's RANCID, what the hell did you eat?" Yang said fanning her nose as she scratched her sagging gut getting a laugh out of Raven who just shrugged and dug a few berries out of her fat folds.

"Mostly pizza and some left overs from the last campsite we plundered. Plus a few berries here and there. Forget the food talk let's just enjoy the bath." The elder big foot said flicking an apple core at Yang before closing her eyes and enjoying the soak.

#muse: yang #muse: raven #cryptid au #slob #tw: extreme slob #extreme slob

[abbiistabbii]

Earth Changenotes 13122022.1

Planet gravity changed from 1.101 to 1.0.

The letter T on page 34 of First Edition copies of "The Hitchhikers guide to the Galaxy" by Douglas Adams will no longer appear as an L on first reading.

Hamsters can no longer read minds on Tuesdays.

Atom count on Blahaj sharks now fixed back to the count on their Launch.

French Nuclear Codes removed from the memory of Sega Megadrives built in 1990.

Possums in North Carolina can now no longer understand Zulu.

Vampires can now walk into sunlight with no ill effects.

The Mexican pink tarantula that had teleported itself from Mexico to County Claire has now been returned to their regular territory.

The South Korean Government can no longer hear the thoughts of Warwick Doop of Delft, the Netherlands.

Ghost Sightings of a Man who committed suicide at the current site of Balgreen Tram Stop in 1962 have now been reinstated.

Northern Ireland can now no longer control Elephants.

Sasquatch is now no longer in control of the United States Department of Transportation.

GAA footballer Paddy Lynch can no longer Airbend.

Apple iWatches no longer display the secretive 43rd timezone.

The red part of Anarcho-communist flags no longer contain any additional Calories.

England (as in the constituent nation of the United Kingdom) can now no longer spawn Volcanoes.

#changelog

[ordingdrublene]

List of enemies

A list of all nations and people considered enemies or threats by The United Socialist States of Ording Drublene:

The Merchant Kingdom of The Jade Dragons, threat to supremacy of trout market.

The Snarky Solar Observer of Bhang Bhang Duc, Ban on smoking, lack of judiciary system, spite.

The Republic of Nythopia, denial of the supremacy of the potato over other vegetables.

The Commonwealth of Northern British Canada, Being British, denial of the supremacy of the potato over other vegetables.

The Western Post (newspaper), attempted outlawing and slander towards the letter "C".

The Impekkably Arranged Snark of The West Pacific Master Dispatch, slander towards the letter "C".

The Florida Man of Zoran, attempted outlawing and slander towards the letter "C".

The DOWN WITH C of Fujai, attempted outlawing and slander towards the letter "C".

The Lavender Delegate of Giovanniland, Support of the attempted outlawing and for slander towards the letter "C".

The Dominion of New Natland, being good at trout fishing.

The Eternal Misfortune of Aqualagoon, being good at trout fishing.

The Pacifican Inquisitor of Varanius, too many eyes.

The Serene Sanctuary of The Holy Principality of Saint Mark, name too long.

The Rather Queer Radio Manager of Blue Bubble, good at trout fishing.

The F'd'ral R'public of United Adaikes, for having a leader named Lucas.

The Great Western Sasquatch of Bran Astor, Personal ban on "physical contact" sports, and required citizen conscription.

The Socialist Byzantine of Aicrowian Canada, ban on homosexuality, having a pledge of allegiance, prohibition of alcohol, bad on smoking, ban on bodily piercings, Being Canadian, required citizen conscription.

The New Ohio Nation of Mynation , denial of the supremacy of potatoes among vegetables, having an ugly flag.

The Disputed Territories of the Federation of Vanguard,denial,denial of the supremacy of potatoes among vegetables, smoking ban, use of corporal punishment.

The Armed Republic of Tropentarn, pledge of allegiance, prudism, required citizen conscription, national curfew, DNA harvesting, prohibition of alcohol, ban on immigration, ban on emigration.

The 💕Pink Principality💕 of Apexiala, required citizen conscription.

The ʎɯɹ∀ lɐᴉɹoʇᴉɹɹǝ┴ of Corbeil, Required citizen conscription, use of child labour, ban on divorce, ban on adultery, ban on contraception, prohibition of alcohol, national curfew, pledge of allegiance, ban on emigration, use of corporal punishment.

The Technocratic Federation of Laudesia, pledge of allegiance, ban on religious worship, ban on smoking, prohibition of alcohol, use of child labour, required citizen conscription, use of corporal punishment.

The People's Republic of Guitermot, required citizen conscription.

The Visions of a Life of Minskiev, required citizen conscription.

The What's this guy's job of Vuy, ban on marriage.

The Interstellar Commonwealth of Toerana, ban on religious practice, ban on smoking.

The Future of Miracles of Catalyse, use of child labour, too many eyes.

The Draconian tribe of Thepeopl, ban on marriage, ban on physical contact sports, ban on smoking, DNA harvesting.

The Dreamers of the Visionary Union, ban on smoking.

The Ohio-Manufactured Robot of Hoffania, ban on adultery, ban on physical contact sports, ban on smoking, lack of a judiciary system, use of child labour, prohibition of alcohol, use of slavery, UAE of theocracy, use of feudalism, ban on divorce, ban on same-sex relationships, ban on emigration.

The Rapid Approach of Maddies Death Laser, use of autocracy, ban on emigration.

The Ukrainian Shades of COPPAtilism, use of feudalism, use of monarchy, use of geronticide, use of corporal punishment, required citizen conscription, lack of a judiciary system, use of child labour, use of slavery, ban on emigration, ban on immigration, use of autocracy.

The Principality of Bessarabia, required citizen conscription.

The Kingdom of -Northumbria, ban on same sex marriage, prudism, use of slave labour.

The Former UwU's republic of OwOistan, ban on same sex marriage, use of feudalism, use of corporal punishment, use of child labour, use of slavery, prohibition of alcohol.

The Black Economy of Hasier, use of feudalism, ban on public protest, ban on divorce, ban on same sex marriage, use of gentrocide, prudism, required citizen conscription, use of child labour, use of slavery.

The Plutocratic Banana Republic of Zerentopia, use of autocracy, use of theocracy, use of monarchy, use of feudalism, use of a pledge of allegiance, ban on public protest, ban on same sex marriage, ban on divorce, ban on adultery, ban on contraception, ban on smoking, prudism, use of corporal punishment, required citizen conscription, lack of a judiciary system, use of a national curfew, use of child labour, use of slavery, ban on immigration, ban on emigration.

The Kingdom of Savonir, attempting to declare declarations against declarations.

The Empire of Munari, denying the supremacy of potatoes among vegetables, making bad puns, ban on divorce, ban on adultery, required citizen conscription, use of child labour

The Don't Let Me Down of Frenchy, implication of frenchness.

The Moderately Liberal Unitary Republic of Goobergunchia, long name, ban on smoking.

The Transgender Trajectory of Dakota, ban on same sex relationships, ban on abortion, prudism, compulsory vegetarianism, use of corporal punishment, use of a national curfew, lack of a judiciary system.

The GLORIAAAAAA of New Anarchisticstan, ban on smoking, prohibition of alcohol.

The Defender of the Rejected of Kyorgia, use of geronticide, ban on smoking, ban on emigration, ban on recreational drugs, use of slavery, prohibition of alcohol, use of corporal punishment, lack of a judicial system.

#Ording Drublene #USSoOD #lore #nationstates #list #tw British #tw british #queer #lgbtq #to clarify the queers aren't the enemies #the British are though #Canada #communism #conscription #beer #alcohol #uwu owo #Zerentopia did a lot #French #france #Ohio #lgbtqiia+ #LGBT #lgbtqia #lgbtqplus #trans #transgender #trans femme #transfemme

[laresearchette]

Wednesday, April 03, 2024 Canadian TV Listings (Times Eastern)

This Video Not Available in Your Country: Wednesday Canadian Lineup (Times Eastern):

WHERE CAN I FIND THOSE PREMIERES?: LOOT (Apple TV+) WALKER (CTV Drama) 8:00pm TAKE MY TUMOR (TLC Canada) 10:00pm AMERICAN HORROR STORY: DELICATE (FX Canada) 10:00pm

WHAT IS NOT PREMIERING IN CANADA TONIGHT?: A BRIEF HISTORY OF THE FUTURE (PBS Feed)

NEW TO AMAZON PRIME CANADA/CBC GEM/CRAVE TV/DISNEY + STAR/NETFLIX CANADA:

AMAZON PRIME CANADA LONG LOST FAMILY: WHAT HAPPENED NEXT?

CBC GEM CRIME SCENE KITCHEN (Season 2)

DISNEY + STAR KIYA & THE KIMOJA HEROES (Season 1) LIFE BELOW ZERO: NEXT GENERATIONS (Season 7) PLAYDATE WITH WINNIE THE POOH (Season 1) UFO FACTORY UFO Factory (Fabricantes de Ovnis) WISH

NETFLIX CANADA CRIME SCENE BERLIN: NIGHTLIFE KILLER (DE) FILES OF THE UNEXPLAINED RODEIO ROCK (BR)

CURLING (TSN/TSN5) 10:00am: LGT World Men's Curling Championship: Netherlands vs. Canada (TSN/TSN5) 1:00pm: LGT World Men's Curling Championship: Korea vs. Canada

2024 IIHF WOMEN'S WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP (TSN3/TSN4) 11:00am: Denmark vs. Sweden (TSN3/TSN4) 3:00pm: Finland vs. Czechia (TSN3/TSN5) 7:00pm: United States vs. Switzerland

MLB BASEBALL (SN) 1:00pm: Rangers vs. Rays (SN1) 8:00pm: Jays vs. Astros (SN Now) 10:00pm: Giants vs. Dodgers

NHL HOCKEY (SN) 7:00pm: Rays vs. Leafs (SN360) 9:30pm: Oilers vs. Stars (SNPacific) 10:00pm: Canucks vs. Coyotes

NBA BASKETBALL (SN Now) 7:30pm: Thunder vs. Celtics (TSN/TSN4) 8:00pm: Raptors vs. Timberwolves

TRIGGER POINT (CBC) 8:00pm: Experienced bomb disposal operative Lana Washington is pushed to her breaking point dealing with a series of improvised explosive devices that threaten London during a summer terror campaign.

ALLEGIANCE (CBC) 9:00pm: Alex puts Michelle in grave danger by telling her the truth about Black Dagger, Sam and Faber try to track Alex when he goes off the grid, Victor takes drastic measures to keep Natalie safe from harm, and Christoph arrives in New York undetected.

RED EARTH UNCOVERED (APTN) 9:00pm: Doc sends Hayley to Comox to attend a Sasquatch conference called BinderCon. Hayley speaks with the organizer, Thomas Sewid, and learns about a female Sasquatch known as Dzunuk'wa.

DON'T HATE YOUR HOUSE WITH THE PROPERTY BROTHERS (HGTV Canada) 9:00pm (SERIES PREMIERE): When Warren and Tricia bought a recently remodeled house in the perfect neighbourhood, they dreamed of hosting large family holiday gatherings.

CELEBRITY HELP! MY HOUSE IS HAUNTED (T&E) 9:00pm (SEASON PREMERE): Learn why Diana's former butler, Paul Burrell, thinks strange smoke and noises in his home could be a sign that the People's Princess is reaching out from beyond the grave. Watch the team's investigation open the door for two lost souls to reunite.

THE CRIME IS MINE (Crave) 9:00pm: Madeleine Verdier, a young actress, is accused of murdering a famous producer; after being acquitted, she begins her new life of fame and success, until the truth comes out.

SECRET NAZI SCIENCE (Super Channel Fuse) 9:00pm: Liebensraum breeding programs and bunk studies in heredity helped to justify mass sterilizations and genocide. In concentration camps, twisted experiments like Josef Mengele's twin studies masquerade as science and justify all manner of Nazi horrors.

LANDS ENCHANTED (APTN) 9:30pm: Join Ernest Webb in Forillon National Park, on the unceded territory of the Mi'gmaq community of Gespeg. Witness the residents' efforts to rediscover their traditional lands, bridging the past, present and future.

BIG BROTHER CANADA (Global) 9:30pm

QUIET ON SET: THE DARK SIDE OF KIDS TV (Investigation Discovery) 10:00pm: A look at accusations concerning showrunner Dan Schneider, including a toxic workplace for female writers and two crew members' arrests for child abuse.

#cdntv #cancon #canadian tv #canadian tv listings #trigger point #allegiance #red earth uncovered #lands enchanted #big brother canada #curling #iihf women's hockey #mlb baseball #nhl hockey #nba basketball

[the-firebird69]

New gang on the block #shorts #reels #clips #edit

This is Trump and they want their tab really they want the payment for protection and he won't pay them and he usually does no usually has protection but it was pulled off because they saw him beating up people who came to get the money and he's saying some other stupid crap at the same time about our son insane that they're saying he's not welcome there as human hulk and Sasquatch is not either and then he got beat up by them and it's going on today he's out there doing dumb things and he wants to come back and he plans to and people are hitting him for what he did today and tried today and they're going to keep doing it and he's drawing this kind of activity on himself pretty soon he's going to realize he made a mistake and he will end up in westborough and we think it's tomorrow yes there is proof and it's on the wall he drew himself for one thing and there's some other things to say what day it is and it's going to be a chore for our Sunday can't zoom and it doesn't come out clear but really this is what's happening at the watchmen will form but Trump is a stinker and they're sick of him and they're taking his stuff cuz he doesn't fight at all he got taken over by the pseudo empire and the empire has to bomb cork in order to do anything right now the island is 64% cleared and New Zealand is 79% clear of trumpsters and most of the stuff intact

Thor Freya

Olympus

This is a lot of work folks it takes a lot of effort and we're not taking the territory so keep that in mind we are taking territory elsewhere because they're leaving to go fight Trump has called a massive massive flotilla it's humongous and he had like 7% of the populace left off Island now he has around 6% is the flotilla left and it's going to shrink again he's planning to attack here to try and take it over because he saw progress today we think it's going to be a lot but the flotilla is going to go out there and lose and he's going to send more by tomorrow he might be down to 5% of the Earth's population that's a big drop

Hera

You did buy a couple more companies and his stuff is included and he tries to go back and fight for it but it's not as many as what's going on elsewhere most of his troops are heading north they heard that the openings are opening. And quite rapidly now. Usually they take a few hours one of them took 20 minutes and there's gigantic Jager moving them everybody wants those too and they come up and they have a fight it's a giant fight and it's mostly Tommy f. We didn't say that part. It's going on now he's going to go up and he's going to try and kidnap our son and he got encouraged and he's moving out and he's trying to get people here and they're going to fight Trump and Trump is getting wasted up north and here we estimate maybe 3% he'll be down to about 4% tomorrow and she thinks 5% so we shall see and we're going to go to Vegas in bed on it and you believe it we're going there to bet on it and he wants us to take the prototypes and go through town and come back and with Rolls-Royce and we can't bring the restored ones I'll try and take them all night for real and but we can bring regular ones they're trying to take them but not as hard. We're going to do this now and he wants to ride through with the new motorcycle but it won't look exactly the same it's one of his prototypes to get people going up there in westborough and we agree we might do it too it's not a massively roaring machine but it's pretty cool usually the make the bigger one and you make the smaller ones after and you said that's not true and that's right he's going to go through in this little scooter

Thor Freya

He's going to use the three of the 250 not the 350 is a 250 it's still very fast but small

Olympus

You think they make the e-bike commercial in the future and trying to tell them something

Thor Freya yeah it goes off road it's in Enduro