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dirt enthusiast
Xuebing Du

blake kathryn
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

JVL
noise dept.
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
Peter Solarz
Cosimo Galluzzi
occasionally subtle

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KIROKAZE

if i look back, i am lost

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Sweet Seals For You, Always

JBB: An Artblog!

Janaina Medeiros
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@muddledmeggie
They even have Lil’ Sebastian. I love this.
pokemon: “we put a Great Ball in a trash can on the SS Anne once and players are now compelled to check literally every single trash can in every single game”
“Steve Carell, Jon Stewart and Stephen Colbert: How men would look if they had to pose in ads the way women are expected to.”
Yeah this definitely deserves a place on my blog
im so glad I woke up this morining
Canadians really love their hockey.
Recently my grandmother found out I’m queer. Her response was to tell me that she disapproves of me living with my “friend” (i.e. my girlfriend) and that I should give up my vile queer ways and become a Christian (Lol). She even sent me a bible. Here are its remains, which I made into black-out poetry.
Poem 1: Bisexual (from Leviticus 19:9)— “Have sexual relations with her. Have sexual relations with him. Have sexual relations with both a woman and a man. Have sexual relations with yourself. Vomit on everyone who does not respect you.”
Poem 2: Fisting (from Judges 8:5)— “water/ lap the water/ drink/go down to drink/your hands/go down/I give into your hands/go down/encouraged/down/on the seashore/the whole hand/your hand/inside/I get to the edge/and shout/grasping/crying out/Beth/Beth/Beth/Beth/Beth/God/I came”
Poem 3: A Letter to the Exiles (from Jeremiah 28:13) — “Ze said: ‘Do not let lies name you, nor harm your heart. Gather. Raise the sword against them. They scorn and reproach, for they have not listened— again and again have not listened.’ “
Poem 4: Child (from Ezekiel 16:22) — “Your father and your mother rubbed salt in. No one looked on you with pity or had compassion enough for you, for on the day you were born you were despised. Live! Grow. I looked at you and saw you were enough.”
Poem 5: Father (from Ezekiel 16:22) — “You never adored us. You became very angry. You took some out on us. Your sons and daughters were not enough? You slaughtered— in all your detestable practices— our youth.”
Poem 6: Misandry (from Acts 27:41) — “Dangerous men should be broken.”
I once went to a concert with a friend (I don’t remember the band, she dragged me along) when I was 16. They were starting a wall of death and this guy who was flirting with me decides it would be funny to pull my top down, exposing my breasts, then throw me in the middle of this wall of death right as it’s about to meet. When I stumble in the middle and hit the wall someone screamed “STOP! EXPOSED GIRL!” and I thought they were all going to oggle at me. Instead, one guy quickly helped me cover up, three more helped me to my feet, and another asked who did that. When I pointed out the guy, two of them looked at him, me, each other, then nodded and punched the guy in the face before forcing him into the wall that was about to form again.
Metal men are gentlemenly as shit.
This fucking this^^^
I’ve always loved this.
I went to my first concert a few months ago and there were these really tall men with black vest tops and tattoos and piercings surrounding us screaming loudly when the music started playing, but then we realised this kid in the crowd had lost his mum so they tried to comfort him and when he started crying they asked him his name and he shakily sobbed “Eliot” at which point they lifted him in the air onto the shoulder’s and shouted at the top of their lungs “ELIOT’S MUM, ELIOT IS LOOKING FOR YOU. EXCUSE ME HAS ANYONE SEEN ELIOT’S MUM!!!” at which point Eliot started giggling between sobs until he finally found his mum while in the air.
Seriously, I have felt safer in groups of death metal dudes than in the group of the preppiest preps that ever prepped.
Metal guys are one big family. Simple as that.
Fragrance in Space
“A rose is a rose is a rose is a rose,” wrote Gertrude Stein in 1913—but that isn’t necessarily true in space. Though we know that microgravity conditions cause biological changes in plants, before 1998 no one knew how the smell of a plant would change—how microgravity would impact the production of volatile oils, which give flowers their scent. Volatile oils change according to environmental factors like light, temperature, moisture, and age, and also depending on which insects and birds the flower wants to attract.
So the fragrance company International Flowers & Fragrances (IFF) was literally launching themselves ahead of competition when they teamed up with researchers at the Wisconsin Center for Space Automation and Robotic to see if a rose grown in space is any different to a rose grown on Earth.
A seven-inch rose called Overnight Scentsation was chosen, and a growing chamber called Astroculture was built. On October 28, 1998, the space shuttle Discovery flight STS-95 launched with a single rose on board, which seems like a beautiful symbolic gesture, but science and business was driving it.
On the mission, two of the rose’s buds bloomed, and the astronauts took four samples of the volatile oils by touching a wand to the blossoms. Back on Earth, the IFF’s analysis of these samples showed that the rose produced fewer volatile oils in space, but actually created a whole different aroma—it was described as more floral than the same roses on Earth. IFF used this to create a scent called ‘space rose’, which was used in Shisedo Cosmetics’ perfume ZEN.
(Image Credit: SA/NASA)
Whoever invented the knock knock joke deserves a no bell prize