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Cedar Waxwings by jocelynefeizo1 http://ift.tt/1RM3Kk0
#do cedar waxwings ever eat anything besides photogenic red berries#do cedar waxwings ever do anything besides eating photogenic red berries#is there any way this child can get its parent to stop feeding it photogenic red berries
watch how many berries I can cram into this other bird
I deeply, deeply love how GURPS Transhuman Space just says "Fuck you, do physics."
"Gamified physics?" You ask, hopefully.
No! ❤
(This is the simple chapter, where you only need to know rocket science. We'll get into orbital mechanics, relativity, nuclear physics, and the three-body-problem later.
Apropos of nothing: How's your calculus?)
Noting that the constant arrogant comments were starting to irritate the entire 22-ounce canister of dried fruit, sources reported Tuesday that an embittered raisin wouldn’t shut up about how, if only the right opportunity had come along, it could have been wine. “This raisin just goes on and on, telling us how it would have had the sweetness and acidity to make a really incredible pinot noir,” said a neighboring raisin from the same package, describing how its resentful peer kept grumbling disdainfully about how it deserved so much better, as though it were some sort of big shot from Napa or something.
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Sounds like it turned into whine after all.
insane long shot but do i have any followers who speak mongolian? (i think it's mongolian)
i think this is one of the most beautiful songs i've ever heard and i would really like to know what the words mean
thats very funny because that's actually also why i have it. i do of course also just like the music and listen to it recreationally, but something about Egschiglen's music is just so so dragon rider-y to me
I tend to like this kind of music so tapped it on my phone
Didn’t realise phone was connected to speaker in kitchen
Door to kitchen was shut
Didn’t realise why music didn’t appear to be playing, so turned it up quite loud.
Was called away to do 18 different things at once for children and slipped phone into pocket
Husband, entering kitchen while thinking about something else, walked into a passage around 1:14 and was blasted, without consent or context, with whatever the music is doing at 1:14
To his credit, he rallied quickly
“Hi. Why is there a Mongolian throat singer in the kitchen?”
I was assisting a child in getting a toddler into a very tight handmade Dalmatian costume, made by a neighbour’s grandmother in a rather unconventional way, while providing sympathy to a third child with a complex emotional problem, and received this question with blank bewilderment, having forgotten what I had been on tumblr for and having not actually heard the music
Only thing I could think of was “and you just LEFT him there?!”
Sorry OP I have no idea what the lyrics mean. Hopefully someone can help you
Do they know?
Context:
out of boredom i decided to scan a stuffed shark. here are the results.
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op i spent entirely too long on this and im sorry
It’s 1:30 am and I’m cackling like a deranged witch
this image will not fucking leave my mind no matter what I do
Was trying to make a joke about TV writing to my friend the other day and had to pause and go "...does the phrase 'surf dracula' mean anything to you?"
One of the most important critical texts of this century imo
image description: tweet by @/topherflorence, reading: back in the day if u did a tv show called surf dracula you'd see that fool surfing every week in new adventures but in the streaming era the entire 1st season gotta be a long ass flashback to how he got the surfboard until you finally get to see him surf for 5 min in the finale /end description
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absolutely looosssinggg it. i'm so obsessed with movies which portray the woman MC in a highly specific job because the writers clearly think it's like "off-beat" and "quirky" but have no idea how the field works whatsoever.
i decided to try a romcom i somehow missed i the 2000s 'head over heels' and i got 3 and a half minutes in and we're introduced to the lonely MC with bad taste in men as evidenced by her extremely short list of ex boyfriends, including her first boyfriend when she was 11 or something because i guess that's still relevant in her adult life.
so she's resigned herself to never finding love and prefers to ignore men to focus all her energy into her career.
this job is immediately presented as though it's for spinsters with no hope of ever finding a man.
the mc's lesbian bestie (whose first line involves her being scolded for being too sexual in the workplace, but moving on) points out their colleagues as evidence that they're doomed to a romance-less, sexless life if they don't switch up their shared career path. the colleagues are three old women, so-dubbed "the menopause triplets":
these women are presented as if they have no idea what's going on at any given moment. this is 2001, and presumably this is an entry level job requiring low effort and no experience.
then their boss bursts into the room, unceremoniously bumping a large painting into the door jam and walls, announcing that it's a new project for our MC.
our MC is thrilled to see the painting. apparently it's a light in the daily slog at her dreary job for loser women with nothing going on in their lives.
And that job is? Conservator of paintings (specializing in Renaissance) at the New York City Metropolitan Museum of Art.
The painting being handled like an old couch on its way to the curb?
The Bacchanal of the Andrians by Titian.
Her lesbian colleague who is presumably also a a highly trained & skilled curator finds it depressing that the MC is so excited about the painting.
it's a quirk unique to this MC that she cares so much about paintings, in her department at the metropolitan museum of art, where her colleagues find all that art business rather dreary. because we all know that's what conservators in extremely competitive museum positions are like.
I'm not saying there can't be lifelong love in here somewhere but I also just feel like the monogamous heterosexual marriage you're fantasizing about isn't necessarily best represented by the bacchanal. and that's okay. but i do stand by that.
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