ISAAC ASIMOV ‘A lifetime of learning’

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ISAAC ASIMOV ‘A lifetime of learning’
Oh, no! No! I didn’t know. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry
This is without question one of my favorite scenes from any animated film ever. Showing kids (or really anyone watching these films) that mistakes are okay, as long as you learn from them and try to do better the next time.
I wish I’d had someone to tell me this when I was a kid, instead of just punishing me and pointing out how stupid I’d been whenever I messed up.
This message isn’t just important—it’s revolutionary. And it shouldn’t be. It should be something every kid grows up hearing from as many authority figures as possible.
Safety is essential
Okay this is funny but also good commentary because they’re both things whiny pissbaby men will refuse to wear because they mildly don’t like the way wearing them feels, and they think they personal comfort and pleasure is worth risking the safety of other people including their loved ones.
By Jan and Odee
Yeah, you got it spot on!
I am a peddler of chubby cat pics
Pray. Show me your wares
I HAVE COIN
me, drinking tea: pls leaf water….sage my body of the demons of my past…steam my colon…let me know peace
me, drinking coffee: I beg of u bean juice….cleanse me of the curse of sleep….make my heart beat like a tribal drum in ceremony….let me conquer this building
A man holding his baby up to paintings and talking to him at an art gallery
psychological researcher placing a marshmallow on a plate: I just have to step out of the room for a bit and then when I come back you can eat this.
me: *nods solemnly*
researcher returning to find two marshmallows on the plate: what the fuck
whoever is running the sparknotes twitter account needs a raise
OMG I want to go back in time and send all of these to english-majoring student me. After I explain twitter. And John Mulaney. And later seasons of Parks & Rec.
whoever is running the sparknotes twitter account needs a raise
OMG I want to go back in time and send all of these to english-majoring student me. After I explain twitter. And John Mulaney. And later seasons of Parks & Rec.
I fucking hate languages.
The Greeks had this word, right, we have no idea where it came from, it just kinda popped up out of nowhere, and it could mean either apples, cheeks, or boobs. Problem is it looked and sounded *exactly* like another, unrelated word which could mean sheep, goat, or any animal in general really, which must have got confusing if you were a farmer talking about your livestock, but anyway…
Then the Romans, having stolen practically everything else from the Greeks, thought they’d nick this word too, because Latin isn’t confusing enough without throwing in a bunch of loan words. And they adopted it to mean a pumpkin.
Then the English came along and were all like “when in Rome”, and stole it, where it became our word ‘melon’. Which has now come back to mean boobs.
How do you like them apples.
I fucking love languages.
I am asking other men to please pay attention to this. Sexual predators and airplane creeps, a thread: https://twitter.com/joannachiu/status/1110079640998023168?s=21
“how do u sleep so much?” depression
“omg why do you stay up so late” depression
“how do you still manage to get everything done?” anxiety
I really like this poem by Laura Gilpin, so I decided to illustrate it. I’m not sure it’s totally successful but it was an interesting experiment! 🐮🐮