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Widow's Bay (2026-)
Free service with ads: Well, if I'm not paying for it they have to foot the bill somehow.
Paid service with no ads: Well, if they're not funding it with ad revenue, they need to charge us something.
Paid service with ads: Well that's bullshit.
"We used to be a paid service without ads, but now we're putting ads in it! If you want the ad-free version you have to pay more for preeeeemium": Fuck you fuck you fuck you
The long-lost remains of King Alfred the Great have been found buried under a car park, investigators claim.
Alfred died in 899, and his bones were repeatedly moved. He was buried in Winchester CathedralĀ until 1110, when his remains were moved to Winchester's Hyde Abbey, where they were interred before the high altar between the bodies of his wife and son. The abbey was demolished after the dissolution of the monasteries in 1539, and the place was left in ruins. In 1866, during construction of a workhouse on the site, the English antiquarian John Mellor excavated the area, found what he thought were Alfred's bones and had them reburied at nearby St. Bartholemewās Church. But in 2013, when archaeologists exhumed and carbon-dated the bones from St. Bartholomewās churchyard, they proved to date from over 200 years after Alfredās death - sparking Graham's interest and search. He said: "Whoeverās bones they were, they werenāt Alfredās. So, I decided to discover what happened to them. "The quest has taken me 13 years.ā
shut up they did not find another goddamn king under another goddamn car park
like. i'll leave this alone. but HOW are historical romance books not sexualizing the fall of breeches. literally a blowjob flap. not to mention the collars that open to the diaphragm. the dƩcolletage with a wide neckline one swift tug from being revealed. the calves on display. the intimacy of finally seeing the real hair beneath the wig. cmon it's basic storytelling
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Farewell and adieu to you fair Spanish ladies Farewell and adieu you ladies of Spain. For we received orders for to sail back to Boston And soon never more will we see you again.
Jaws (1975) dir. Steven Spielberg
Check out this episode of The Thing About Austen on cottages!
The Dashwood ladies have moved to Devon, and everyone seems to have an opinion on their new digs.
I've always been interested in the cottage theme of Sense & Sensibility, and this passage is one of my favourite funny parts in all of Austen's works, and includes a very famous quote at the end:
He [Robert Ferrars] bestowed his hearty approbation however on their species of house.
āFor my own part,ā said he, āI am excessively fond of a cottage; there is always so much comfort, so much elegance about them. And I protest, if I had any money to spare, I should buy a little land and build one myself, within a short distance of London, where I might drive myself down at any time, and collect a few friends about me, and be happy. I advise every body who is going to build, to build a cottage. My friend Lord Courtland came to me the other day on purpose to ask my advice, and laid before me three different plans of Bonomiās. I was to decide on the best of them. āMy dear Courtland,ā said I, immediately throwing them all into the fire, ādo not adopt either of them, but by all means build a cottage.ā And that I fancy, will be the end of it.
āSome people imagine that there can be no accommodations, no space in a cottage; but this is all a mistake. I was last month at my friend Elliottās, near Dartford. Lady Elliott wished to give a dance. āBut how can it be done?ā said she; āmy dear Ferrars, do tell me how it is to be managed. There is not a room in this cottage that will hold ten couple, and where can the supper be?ā I immediately saw that there could be no difficulty in it, so I said, āMy dear Lady Elliott, do not be uneasy. The dining parlour will admit eighteen couple with ease; card-tables may be placed in the drawing-room; the library may be open for tea and other refreshments; and let the supper be set out in the saloon.ā Lady Elliott was delighted with the thought. We measured the dining-room, and found it would hold exactly eighteen couple, and the affair was arranged precisely after my plan. So that, in fact, you see, if people do but know how to set about it, every comfort may be as well enjoyed in a cottage as in the most spacious dwelling.ā
Elinor agreed to it all, for she did not think he deserved the compliment of rational opposition.
-Sense & Sensibility, Ch 36
~ The Perfect Gentleman; or, Etiquette and Eloquence, by A Gentleman, 1860
leverage rewatch (64/?)
EVERY episode with Tara is a masterclass in situational awareness and improvisation techniques
Fat Horse No. 9
Itās the year of the horse and Iāve always been a horse girl at heart, so Iām finally taking advantage of the excuse to fill the world with fat little horses! These felted friends are about the size (and shape!) of an apple, and if you happen to have any apples to share Iām sure theyād help you out! This one may LOOK like a kelpie, the legendarily aggressive Scottish water-horse, but they promise not to drown anyone. And they look pretty trustworthy⦠right?
This piece and a whole herd of others will be available at my table at Anthrocon July 3-5!
Story Time:
Working in retail is really fun, and the times when major fuck-ups happen, they can be either anxiety-attack inducing, or make it possible to get through the rest of your god-awful shift with a smile depending on the customer. My all-time favorite absolute fuck-up is as follows:
This kind woman is just doing her thing. She scans her membership card from her keychain. The register beeps to acknowledge the scan. We continue as usual. Neither of us notice right away, but after Iāve scanned a few more items, I hear a very quiet, āUm,ā from the lady, very polite. I look at her. She is looking at the screen of my register, blinking. I, too, look.
And lo and behold. There is a charge of over four-thousand dollars ($4,000) worth of garlic bread staring us in the face. There are no words for a minute. Weāre just⦠in awe. How did this happen? How the hell did this happen?
She didnāt even have garlic bread in her cart.
I sputter a partial apology - I was incapable of forming actual sentences in the moment - and try to void the garlic bread. Since there was no garlic bread to scan, I try to manually remove $4,000-some from this transaction.
Well, the registers donāt like it when you try to void off more than five dollars ($5) from a transaction, so naturally it pings my manager for confirmation, but sheās not by her pager.
At this point, both myself and the lady are just⦠dumbfounded. Sheās not even mad. Iām not even all that embarrassed. Both of us are just looking at the screen. Thereās a bit of laughter, but itās mostly just⦠confusion.
I have to call through the whole store for my manager on the intercom because sheās not answering. She shows up, ready to override and void it, when she too, sees what exactly is being voided.
āWhat⦠did you do?ā
āI genuinely. Have literally. No. Idea.ā
She voids it, and I go to finish the transaction and tell the woman her total (minus the garlic bread). My register pings. It tells me that she hasnāt scanned her membership card. Odd. I distinctly remember her doing that. The woman goes to scan her card again, and I notice that her library card is stuck to her membership card. I tell her gently, and she separates the two and scans her card.
My manager, hovering nearby still, sees this and says, āI think it mistook the barcode of her other card for garlic bread, and the remaining digits were read as the price.ā
And thatās when the laughter really came over us. There were no hard feelings at all. In fact, the woman was incredibly glad that the receipt still showed the garlic bread and the voiding of. I will remember it until the end of time, my only regret in the entire situation being that I didnāt take a damn picture, because she has proof and I donāt. But I swear to God it happened.
TDLR; Library Card Charged $4,000 of Garlic Bread.
thatās just how valuable library cards are. each one is worth at least $4000 of garlic bread
A picture is worth a thousand words, a library card is worth $4000 worth of garlic bread, if we can figure out how many words the average library card can check out at once, we can probably work out a picture-to-garlic bread conversion here, too.
THE GOOD PLACE 1.03 ā Tahani Al Jamil
Dolphins doing cartwheels with an aquarium guest.
(via Ant.Giovanni)
I'm loving this new trend of people going to zoos and participating in animal enrichment. We use to observe large exotic animals for our entertainment, but the fact is that we are now trying to make ourselves equally as entertaining for them. It's interactive, completely parpicipatory and I would argue that eventually someone's gonna come up with something new enough that it expland ethologists understanding about how some animals think, problem solve, communicate and feel and I think its fantastic.
Human: play?
Aquatic creature from an entirely different branch of the animal tree: play!
Oh boy, a complex character who's a woman! I love messy characters who hurt everyone around them and continue the cycles that hurt them!! Can't wait to share this joy with fellow fansā why's everyone calling her a bitch
Anyone who's ever done anything creative needs to fucking see this.
So I saw a photo of this hexagon tile floor . . .
The blurb said the shot was taken in Granada, Spain, by Agneta FondĆ©n. Ā No other info, so I have no idea how old, etc. Ā There's a game (from 1988) that uses a similar pattern on one of its pieces, but this could predate it by at least a thousand years Ā ā or not. Ā But the pattern intrigued me, so I made a texture map and used Blender's geometry nodes (no generative AI) to set up a hexagon grid with random rotations for the tiles:
That's all done with a single design:
You'd think this would have a name, right? Ā (For its historical use as an architectural / decor tile ā although I've found out more about its use in games, that's not what I'm looking for.) Ā Like the Penroses do (and no, it's not one of those). Ā But I've had no luck finding it, or any other info. Ā Any (human only, please) help?
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