That is so stupid.  That’s the most ridiculous, horrifying story I’ve ever heard. It’s crazy. I mean, why? Number one, it’s my face as a child in the commercial. Me, when I was little. Why would I want a white child to play me? I’m a black American. I’m proud to be a black American. I am proud of my race. I am proud of who I am. I have a lot of pride in who I am and dignity.
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Michael Jackson, in an interview with Oprah, regarding who he’d want to play himself as a child. 

I realize that the movie being talked about is supposedly a comedy and not a serious bio-pic…. but the casting choice is definitely a WTF for me too.  Seriously. WTF. 

I’m sure there are plenty of folks on my dash who’ll probably be more eloquent about it than I ever could … so I’ll just leave this here.

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Padre castiga a sus hijos con cortes de pelo ridículos por sacar malas notas

So I used to be as obsessed with the French Revolution as I now am with balloons.  True story.  I was particularly fixated on a revolutionary named Louis Antoine Saint-Just.

Today I discovered the French Revolution Digital Archive, which is utterly amazing.  I searched for SJ and found a drawing made just before the execution of him, Robespierre, and their associates.  SJ is labeled a “scoundrel” and depicted awaiting his death… and facepalming.

Oh Saint-Just, you magnificent bastard, you.

P.S. #10 there is Robespierre, lightly dabbing his face with a handkerchief… because he was shot in the jaw hours before.  Alas, I don’t think this drawing is particularly accurate.

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I only train wearing inadequate or no protection, against people I trust not to attack me hard, and we use minimal power and avoid critical targets. This makes me a better and more skilled fencer than all those tournament guys hitting each other hard and sniping hands!
—  Too much of the HEMA drama I see online: Vol II.

Damn fricking tumblr ate my post about this

OK STORY TIME
One of the skills you acquire as a teacher is the prolonged and effective face-palm.  This picture is about a year and half old—it was 2014, and the combination of my Seniors and my 7th graders that year was A B S U R D (and I loved them so much) and the facepalm stopped being effective.  I told them I’d find a way to up my game, and I did.

An hour of print, pasting and cackling later, I had this treasure.  I kept it under my hat until the perfect moment, and then I whipped out the Picard-on-a-Stick.  He was a hit, and he was effective! I still have him in my box of Teacher Stuff for when I get back into my own classroom once again.