accidentally clicked out of the text box while creating this meme and made it funnier than anything i was gonna think up
I love talking during movies I’ll pause the movie to talk more during it I don’t care emergency meeting
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Behold, the two pieces that got me a Scott follow. 😂 Both he and Sausage really were in my notifs instantly.
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Anonymous asked:
Can you blend Tillman Henderson from blaseball please and thank you
Tillman Henderson from Blaseball is being blended!!
i have 3 moods:
- skips every song on my ipod
- lets the music play without interruption
- plays the same song on repeat for days
What’s an iPod?
been on tumblr so long my text post is outdated…
This was me yesterday when I saw someone thinking paint 3D was the original MS paint
they thought what…
my favorite thing about this post is that it originally started like this but someone snuck in another bullet along the way when you could still edit other people’s posts. the depth. the history. the tumblr lore. mystery author, i know you’re out there somewhere…
hello 🐙
This is not anthropomorphization but genuinely something theyre known to do. I've heard divers say octopuses and cuttlefish get fascinated by hand gestures and will sometimes respond to them like. We probably do look like we have little cephalopods on the ends of our arms, to them. Like we're always putting on a puppet show.
Okay I do have to share this one extremely nerdy blazonry fact, which is that for every color of roundel—that is, a dot of solid color—there is a separate special term to describe it. The two most common ones are hurts (which are blue) and bezants (yellow), but there’s also pommes (green), torteaux (red), oranges (orange), pellets (black), plates (white), golpes (purple), and guzes (blood red).
Yesss, also the same is true for gouttes (droplet shapes) although I don't remember all of them. I know there's larme (blue), huile (green), sang (red) and vin (purple). And I think black is whatever the French for tar is.
i do not at all mean this in a perjorative manner, but i do think it’s important to be able to consume a piece of media and go, “i’m not the audience for this” and be able to just walk away
there doesn’t have to be something wrong or “problematic” about something for a person to not like it. personal taste is personal taste. but something not doing it for you doesn’t mean it automatically has to be wrong or bad. it’s just not for you.
There’s been several times when I’ve watched a thing and been like, they clearly did what they intended to do, and did it well, and I don’t want any part of it. This is a high quality and deeply unpleasant piece of art.
“This is a high quality and deeply unpleasant piece of art” is a wonderful line, I love it, I feel it in my soul
too good a take to be left in the tags
Recently, my son said to me after seeing a ballet on television: “It’s beautiful but I don’t like it.” And I thought, Are many grown-ups capable of such a distinction? It’s beautiful, but I don’t like it. Usually, our grown-up thinking is more along the lines of: I don’t like it, so it’s not beautiful. What would it meant to separate those two impressions for art making and for art criticism?
- Sarah Ruhl, 100 Essays I Don’t Have Time To Write
ok so i dont really care about bts. to preface this. but i think the phenomenon of bts fans who think jungkook is princess diana reincarnated is really funny. so if i had to be bts/jungkook’s manager i’d make him lean into it. make him give fake interviews about being scared of car crashes and other things to feed the princess diana jungkook bts girlies
Guess who's lecturing at OtherCon again this year AAAAA IT'S MEEEEE come see my panel on Saturday!
YOU ARE NOT A MUSEUM PIECE: Putting Yourself Out There in the Alterhuman Community: Do you feel disconnected from the community? Unsure of where to get together with other alterhumans? Feeling like you're invisible, or like you just can't get your voice out there? FEAR NOT NETIZENS. Join Page "the Drift King" Shepard for your one-stop shop guide to learning how to stop viewing yourself as a museum piece and start rolling around in the mud of the community like the animals you truly are.
And come see me and my polycule's panel Litter Box Hoax 2: Legislature Boogaloo during the course of the convention too! It'll be hosted by us, House of Chimeras, and Orion Scribner and it's going to be great!
If you haven't registered yet for OtherCon, register here!
I did not expect this to get any reblogs so I am equal parts delighted and nervous from the attention
We look forward to seeing you guys at the convention, nerds! My system will be there the whole weekend! Hit us up and say hi!
Do panels get recorded?
If the panelist gives permission to the convention, then a recording of their panel with show up on the OtherCon YouTube afterwards! Not all panels may be recorded, but both our system's panel and our/Orion/Chimeras' panel will be recorded for later viewing.
working in an office is just like being in a horse movie except the horse is a printer. im the only one in the office who can make it work and its because the printer and i have a special bond. its a wild and untamable spirit and we are going to win the big race
“we live in an uncaring universe” yeah dude and I live in an uncaring house. and I shit in an uncaring toilet. but do you touch an uncaring lover? do you comfort an uncaring child? do you guide to sleep each night a cold and uncaring self?
"In the same way your heart feels and your mind thinks, you, mortal beings, are the instrument by which the universe cares. If you choose to care, then the universe cares. If you don't, then it doesn't." - Brennan Lee Mulligan, Fantasy High S1E17
o/ <- person waving
o7 <- person saluting
ol <- person raising hand
o1 <- person scratching head
\o> <- person stretching
\o/ <- woohoo!
<o> <- EXTREME STRESS, LIKE "OH FUCK OH SHIT" STRESS
orz <- the person is on their hands and knees, on the floor, god what happened to them
OTL <- same, but we are now closer to them (mb softly pat their back or something)
or2 <- the person is still on their hands and knees but they've got a fat ass now
can i crack open your ribcage and nestle inside it btw. as friensds
somehow instead of saying "as a treat", I've started using the phrase "for morale", as if my body is a ship and its crew, and I (the captain) have to keep us in high spirits, lest we suffer a mutiny in the coming days.
and so I will eat this small block of fancy cheese, for morale. I will take a break and drink some tea, for morale. I will pick up that weird bug, for morale.
I'm not sure if it helps, but it does entertain me
Last week I accidentally took an edible at 10x my usual dose. I say “accidentally” but it was really more of a “my friend held it out to my face and I impulsively swallowed it like a python”, which was technically on purpose but still an accident in that my squamate instincts acted faster than my ability to assess the situation and ask myself if I really wanted to get Atreides high or not.
Anyway. I was painting the wall when it hit. My friend heard me make a noise and asked what was wrong—I explained that I had just fallen through several portals. I realized that painting the wall fulfilled my entire hierarchy of needs, and was absolutely sure that I was on track to escaping the cycle of samsara if I just kept at it a little longer. I was thwarted on my journey towards nirvana only by the fact that I ran out of paint.
Seeking a surrogate act of humble service through which I might be redeemed and made human, I turned to unwashed dishes in the sink and took up the holy weapon of the sponge. I was partway through cleaning the blender when it REALLY hit.
You ever clean a blender? It’s a shockingly intimate act. They are complex tools. One of the most complicated denizens of the kitchen. Glass and steel and rubber and plastic. Fuck! They’ve got gaskets. You can’t just scrub ‘em and rinse them down like any other piece of shit dish. You’ve got to dissemble them piece by piece, groove by sensitive groove, taking care to lavish the spinning blades with cautious attention. There’s something sensual about it. Something strangely vulnerable.
As I stood there, turning the pieces over in my hands, I thought about all the things we ask of blenders. They don’t have an easy job. They are hard laborers taking on a thankless task. I have used them so roughly in my haste for high-density smoothies, pushing them to their limits and occasionally breaking them. I remembered the smell of acrid smoke and decaying rubber that filled the kitchen in the break room the last time I tried to make a smoothie at work—the motor overtaxed and melted, the gasket cracked and brittle. Strawberry slurry leaked out of it like the blood of a slain animal.
Was this blender built to last? Or was it doomed to an early grave in some distant landfill by the genetic disorder of planned obsolescence? I didn’t know, and was far too high to make an educated guess. But I knew that whatever care and tenderness and empathy I put into it, the more respect for the partnership of man and machine, the better it would perform for me.
This thought filled me with a surge of affection. However long its lifespan, I wanted it to be filled with dignity and love and understanding. I thought: I bet no one has hugged this blender before. And so I lifted it from its base.
A blender is roughly the size and shape of a human baby. Cradling one in your arms satisfies a primal need. A month ago I was permitted to hold an infant for the first time in my life, an experience which was physically and psychologically healing. I felt an echo of that satisfaction holding my friend the blender, and the thought of parting with it felt even more ridiculous than bringing it with me to hang out on my friend’s bed.
Also can we appreciate the neat dividers we’ve gotten for the ancient updates?
Staff is continuing the trend of giving us these nifty dividers I see
Another Ancient another divider!
The collection grows!
I continue to collect these dividers
More!