Since St. Valentine was also the patron saint of the plague, let's celebrate this year's Valentine's Day by VACCINATING YOUR FUCKING CHILDREN
“Cat and Goldfish—orange” ( 19th century) by Ohara Koson (1877–1945).
http://bibiliotekar.ru/K93-Koson/index.html Wikimedia.
Thomas Young – Scientist of the Day
Thomas Young, an English polymath, was born June 13, 1773.
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Here’s an oldie but a goodie: (please note, for best recommended results, try at liberal arts institutions known for being fans of theater)
As seniors, my friends and I greeted freshmen students (no one asked us to). One of us held a clip board and pen. One held a tailor’s measuring tape. And one had a sharpie and a small stack of “Hello my name is _______” name tags. Here’s how the prank goes.
1) Cheerfully greet each student as if you’re an official greeting team of some sort. Clip board holder says “Friend, let’s get you a name tag”
2) Measuring tape holder proceeds forward, holding out tape-measures something random about the person (something where you don’t actually need to be up close and personal, like the length of their shin from 2 feet away, or I suppose you could try asking “please may I measure your wrist” or some such). Measuring person calls out a number. Possibly two.
3) Clip board person studiously records the number on a chart. Nods gravely/excitedly/smoothly/suspiciously/enthusiastically/whatever at Name tag person.
4) Name tag person writes down something utterly totally random in the tag blank. Like “peanut butter” or “ aerodynamic jellyfish”. With great ceremony, tag person hands tag to new student. All prankers bow, or offer waves, while saying “Pleased to meet you (name tag name), welcome to college! We hope you have a great year!” And walk away in whatever style suits you best.
Done correctly, this can happen so fast and flawlessly that parents, new students and onlookers will all be awed and confused by the time you’re out of earshot and if they see you later, will simply go “hey, it’s the welcoming committee!” and laugh. And it’s so much fun.
I’m obsessed with the idea of doing this but ONE person just gets named Steve.
If their actual name is literally anything other than Steve, it’ll still be funny and everyone will wonder why this one person got a regular name on their nametag while everyone else is labeled as Jubilation or Injket-1098 or whatever.
If their actual name is really Steve, they will spend the rest of their life wondering how the hell you knew that by measuring the length of their pinkie.
You. You get it. Carry on.
Fungi taken from ‘Die Pflanze in Kunst und Gewerbe’ by Anton Seder.
Published 1886 by Gerlach & Schenk.
Sterling and Francine Clark Art Institute Library.
archive.org
Source: archive.org
ah, yes. Squad vibes.
(blessed with this stunning shitpost sketch by @seandunkley lmaaooo)
Peonies (circa 1890) by Shibata Zeshin (Japanese 1807–1891).
Woodblock print.
Image and text information courtesy Carnegie Museum of Art
Source: collection.carnegieart.org
The trope where a character overhears something out of context and assumes the worst is usually annoying and bad but I really think it works well in Shrek
We, the audience, know that Fiona is talking about herself but, regardless, she’s calling herself these terrible things because she is an ogre. If Fiona is these things because she is is an ogre what does that make Shrek?
If Fiona says no one could love her because she is an ogre, she is saying that Shrek is also unloveable whether she wants to or not.
Imo the scene is a really good portrayal of how when you talk poorly of yourself or others for having a trait, you’re also talking about every other person who shares that trait; even if you love them or think what you’re saying doesn’t apply to them.
Not going to lie, I saw the word “Shrek” and never expected this to be a deep post.
On the being deep about Shrek website?
Reblog if you’re bisexual, support bisexual people or are actually a bunch of tiny velociraptors in a human suit
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.That Judge Judy Pussy grip insane. You be calling her Judith on the second stroke.
My grip will rip your junk off, chew it up, and spit it back at you.
you either deactivate young or live long enough to see a mirror dimension version of your account kill indiscriminately on the dashboard
Imagine how I feel
i need people to understand that when a person with a chronic illness talks about the fatigue that comes with it, we're not talking about the tiredness that comes from a 10 hour shift at work, we're talking about the inherent exhausting heavy malaise that hangs on your entire body like a weighted blanket from the time you wake up in the morning and doesn't get any lighter as the day goes on.
fatigue doesn't come from exertion. it's just innate- and when it does come from exertion, it's been worse than the innate fatigue that was already there in the first place, and it adds on top of it, not replaces it.