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Fight AI and Protect Endangered Cozumel Raccoons!

Remaking this post with better info on how you can help the critically endangered Cozumel raccoon from your own home by BULLYING AI INTO SUBMISSION.

The issue: There is a critically endangered species of raccoon known as the Cozumel/pygmy raccoon. Among a shitload of other threats, the Cozumel raccoon also has to deal with the fact nobody knows it exists. This issue has gotten worse with Google's new "AI Search Overviews." Unfortunately, when people search things like "Mexican raccoons" or "What species of raccoons are in Mexico," all the results show coatis. Which are not raccoons (they are more closely related to Olingos.) Mexico actually has two species of raccoon, the common raccoon (Procyon lotor) and the Cozumel raccoon (Procyon pygmaeus.) If people can't even find the Cozumel raccoon on google without using the actual species name, how tf are folks supposed to know they are endangered and need help?

Anyway, here is a way you can fight back against Google's bullshit AI and search algorithms that are limiting pygmy raccoon conservation efforts:

Method 1: Report Incorrect Google AI Overview Results

1. Google phrases like “Mexican raccoons,” “what species of raccoon are in Mexico," "types of raccoons in Mexico," “what kind of raccoons live in Mexico," etc.

2. If coatis appear instead of actual raccoons in the Google AI Overview, scroll to the bottom and click the thumbs down.

3. Click “Report a problem”

4. Click “Not Factually Correct” or "Unhelpful."

5. Type something along the lines of: “Mexican raccoons are not coatis. The two raccoon species in Mexico are the common raccoon, Procyon lotor and the critically endangered pygmy raccoon/Cozumel raccoon (Procyon pygmaeus)” or "Bro, I searched for raccoons, this is a coati. Show me the raccoons."

6. Click “Include a screen capture” and submit.

Method 2: Report Individual Search Results

Find any search result that refer to coatis as Mexican raccoons

2. Click the three dots next to the listing.

3. Scroll right and click “Feedback.”

4. Select “Inaccurate content” or "Irrelevant content." Again, whatever floats your boat.

5. Explain the error by typing something like I mentioned above.

6. Click “Include screenshot.”

7. Submit your report.

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR HELP!!!!

For more information about the pygmy raccoon and the threats they face, feel free to visit my site here! I still have a lot of work to do there, but that is where I will be posting updates about my research as well.

Also, if you are interested in learning more about how AI is impacting wildlife conservation issues, I actually have two youtube videos about the topic! How AI is Hurting Critically Endangered Mexican Raccoons (And How You Can Help)

You've Been Lied to About Canadian Marble Foxes

images of foxes with things in their mouths...

I’ll never understand why anthropomorphic animal cartoons like Robin Hood and Zootopia will go to the trouble of creating character designs that are meant to be understood as “attractive” or even “sexy” to the human audience but explicitly avoid showing interspecies romances between anthropomorphic animals. Why is THAT weird but, like, trying to make rabbits recognizably sexy-coded to humans isn’t?

Penguin anatomy is bullshit like look at this

Like what do you mean they have knees?? And the knees are just... tucked up????

That's just too much leg for a bird. Like imagine if you saw a penguin, it stared at you, and then just stood up like 6-12 inches taller and just started sprinting at you.

New picrew chain idea: yourself vs what you looked like as a kid

Free for anyone to join in

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Witnessed a vicious battle today

FUCK YEAH I GOT NIMONA

I made a uquiz because I'm procrastinating on schoolwork!

Let me know what result you get!

the love between the ocean and the moon if that's too vague? <3 i always love your writing and you are always so great. <3

The moon asked the sun, “What do you know of love?”

“It burns,” said the sun. “It brightens. It is something you make and then give away.”

“Don’t listen to him,” said the clouds. “This big ball of gas doesn’t know what he’s talking about.”

“Yes, I do,” said the sun. “Who but me makes the roses grow?”

“We do,” said the clouds. “Love nourishes, like the rain. We turn the hills green and fill the creeks so they will sing in their creekbeds.”

“Why do you ask?” said the sun.

“I think I might be in love,” said the moon. “I am trying to understand.”

So the moon went and looked at the deserts. They were dry and hot and empty. “See?” said the clouds. But the deserts were still beautiful.

And so the moon went and looked at the creeks in their beds, and they were cool and wet and full. And they were beautiful too.

“What do you think?” the moon asked the sky. “I want to know if I am in love.”

“Ask the earth,” said the sky, and so the moon asked the earth.

“The clouds cover me,” said the earth. “They make me bloom. The sun warms me. Without them I would be cold and dry.”

“You would be ugly without them. That is love?”

“I would be cold and dry,” said the earth, “but not ugly. You are cold and dry, my little one, and you are beautiful.”

“Not like you,” said the moon. “Not like the ocean.”

“No one is like me. No one is like you,” said the earth.

“I feel loveliest when she holds my light,” said the moon.

“Who is it that you love, my child? What kind of love do you wish?”

“Are there different kinds?” the moon asked.

“The sun warms me and pulls me in. The clouds cover me, when they remember. The sky turns every color for me. How do you and yours love?”

“We dance,” said the moon, and they knew she meant the ocean. “I push and she pulls. I rise and set, she rises and ebbs. She pushes, I pull. We go around and around and I watch her tides and I do not think I will ever tire of calling her beautiful. Is that love?”

“It is only your own reflection you see on the ocean’s surface,” scoffed the clouds. “It is like when the sun sets, and calls us beautiful, but it is only his own colors he loves.”

“I love her even when I shine no light,” said the moon. “Maybe I love her most then.”

“You only love her because she follows where you lead,” said the sun.

“It is a dance,” said the moon.

“It is self-centered,” said the clouds. “Bossy. Mean.”

“She is the heart of my orbit,” said the moon. “I will live my life by her until she is gas and I am dust and the universe is cold and dead.”

And the sun and the clouds were quiet and went away, and the stars came out from where they had been listening.

“Is this love?” said the moon.

“You are not asking the right people,” said the stars.

“I have asked the sun, who burns,” said the moon. “I have asked the clouds, who cover. I have asked the sky, who stays forever. I have asked the earth, who made me.”

“But have you asked the ocean, who loves you?” said the stars.

“Oh,” said the moon.

And so the moon went down to the ocean and asked, “Is this love?”

And the ocean said, “Yes.”