Local man, 47, fueled by spite, takes on double the workload to prove the rest of the team isnt pulling their weight, wonders why he only got half his tasks done.
Doing a final project in my stats class, we have to pick a subject and collect data on it. We need at least 100 data points, and I figured this blog is big enough that a poll on here could get to that pretty easily!
Doing my project on if it’s more likely to be born in certain months :]
I have gotten the OK from my teacher to collect data using a Tumblr poll, btw. I’m also going to have to send her this post as proof of where I got the data from / proof I didn’t just make up the numbers. So. Behave
"His grace, his excellency, the Duke of Ankh, Commander Sir Samuel Vimes," the herald called.
King Gregory III, by birthright prince and election king of Askazer-Shivadlakia, bowed as low as his husband (King Theophile "Eddie" Rambler, dux a l'orange) had ever seen. He followed Greg's example, and heard a sardonic snort from the duke.
"If you don't stand up this minute, your majesty, I'll give you a walloping you haven't earned since the puffin incident," Sir Samuel said. He was a tough, weatherbeaten-looking man in a helmet, armor, leather trousers, and scuffed boots. Gregory laughed, straightened, and embraced the strange foreign duke in a hug.
"It's always a delight, Sam," Greg said. "My husband, by the way. King Theophile for formal occasions, but Eddie when he's at home."
"Eddie," Sir Samuel echoed. His handshake was strong, but not weirdly so.
"Sam's one of Dad's best friends. He keeps us out of trouble with Ankh-Morpork and he hates the monarchy with unbridled passion," Greg continued.
"Can I confess I've never heard of Ankh-Morpork?" Eddie said cautiously.
"Few have," Sir Samuel said with a grin. "Just as well. I don't hate you, Greg. You're elected. That's the proper way to go about things. Don't love that crown of yours though."
"It's decorative," Gregory said defensively.
"See that it stays that way. Where is the old bastard emeritus anyhow?" Sam asked.
"SIR SAMUEL!" came a shout across the ballroom, and Michaelis charged forward, meeting the duke in a hug.
"Retired, eh? Cowardly move," Sir Samuel said. "Never thought I'd see the day."
"Vetinari won the bet," Michaelis said cryptically. Eddie watched in fascination. "It's all right. The youngsters can have some fun for now."
"Fun, you call it," Sir Samuel replied, as Michaelis led him away.
"Come meet my grandchildren. How's Young Sam?" Michaelis asked, as their voices faded into the crowd at the ball.
"Sir Samuel is the worst diplomat who ever got the job," Gregory said to Eddie. "He's probably Dad's favorite politician in the world."
"He seems...." Eddie groped for words.
"He sure does," Gregory agreed. "But...he's important, Ed. He helped raise me. Everyone here -- me, Ger, Al...even Dad I think...we are who we are because of him. He believes in people and in the stupidity of people. He loves democracy. He understands imperfection."
"Sounds like a solid dude, as my parents would say," Eddie observed.
"None more solid," Gregory agreed, as the commander lifted Serafina out of Alanna's arm and tossed her up, catching her a second later. The lilacs in the palace garden, lightly disturbed by the movement, swayed back and forth, releasing their scent.
"Who's that Vetinari guy?" Eddie asked, as the party went on around them. Near the doorway to the palace, a man took a broad-brimmed hat from the rack and doffed it to Gregory before slipping away. Simon, nearby, continued to mix banana daiquiris for the waiting diplomats.
"Oh, you are in no way ready for Vetinari yet," Gregory assured him. "Come along. Time you met Lady Sybil."
but ykw at least i'm not on mount everest. at least i'm not paying tens of thousands of dollars to slowly suffocate in a 300-person line at the gates of hell. never in my life will i have to be steered in a hypoxic stupor through the maze of poop and corpses atop mount everest. on this earth a lot of horrible things can happen to you without your permission but there are a few that you have to opt into. you can just say no thanks! and be guaranteed never to have to be on mount everest. much to be grateful for actually
I am obsessed with how my cats look in webcam night vision. 24x36", white muslin, whole cloth free motion quilting with pieced border, black jaquard textile paint thinned with aloe vera gel.
This migraine is being so fucking stupid. It's like the pain can’t decide what it's doing. I can feel the occipital and trigeminal nerve flickering on and off like a faulty wire trying to make a connection. It just keeps randomly sparking to life then guttering out.
And it's so much worse than my normal 29+ hours of splid pain radiating along the right side of my head, because at least when that starts to recede, I know it's ending.
With this, I keep thinking maybe the end of the attack is in sight, and then the right side of my head lights up again like someone jammed a cattle prod into my eye socket and it takes me tf out because I have no way to brace for it.
Do Eridians know they are different colours. I bet Grace's alien kids love finding out what colour they are. It means absolutely nothing to them but they're like :O :O
Some of them think he's making this whole 'colour' thing up to mess with them and try to catch him out by asking again on a different day to prove he's just saying random noises but he's like you are still blue buddy and they're like :O :O
Like if we met an alien species who had extra senses & they said that some humans felt spingly and some humans felt spoingly I bet we'd all want to know if we were spingly or spoingly humans
#we would create an entire new astrology system about it#spoinglology
Grace, watching the eridian children develop a whole astrology-esque personality typing system based around what colour they are: oh god what have I done
anyway ppl mentioning synesthesia in the notes so i suggest to you: Grace explaining to fascinated Eridians that deep sounds are 'dark coloured' and high sounds are 'light coloured'
The other night husband and I were watching a documentary about the yeti where they were doing DNA analysis of samples of supposed yeti fur, and every one of them came back as bears.
Anyway, the next night we watched a thing about some pig man who is supposed to live in Vermont. People said it had claws and a pig nose but walked upright like a man. Now, I happen to know that sideshows used to shave bears and present them as pig men. So every piece of evidence they gave of this monster sounds to me like a bear with mange.
So now the running joke in our house is that everything is bears. Aliens? Bears. Loch Ness monster? Bear. Every cryptozoological mystery is just a very crafty bear.
Bears. They’re everywhere. Be wary. Anyone or anything could be a bear.
As the OP of this post, I’m going to threaten that if this gets to one million notes by the 10 year anniversary on 1 June 2026, one year from today, I will get a lower back tattoo of the loch ness bear monster.
(in case anyone needs context, since i know there's a bunch of younguns who didn't even know the "It's gonna be May" meme... The song playing is NSync's song "It's Gonna Be Me", the guy in the mint green t-shirt is NSync member Lance Bass, and the guy in the pink hoodie is his husband Michael.)
Me, talking to Paul of Tarsus whom I brought to the present: so, the Calvinist stance, called double predestination, follows that Christ only died particularly for the elect, who are unconditionally saved. The Arminian stance, however, argues that elect are only foreseen by God, but that Christ still died for all people who are saved conditional on their independent faith.
Paul: What do you mean it’s been two thousand years?? And he hasn’t come back yet?
Me: Yeah, anyways, see the thing is both sides use your writings as proof of their arguments, and I was just wondering what you actually meant, especially in Romans where you wrote-
Paul: Wait, are you sure you guys didn’t just miss him?
No, you see, I wish to be an author. Not in marketing. Or an influencer. I wish to tell my stories, be told I did a fantastic job, and then go back to my hovel to scribble some more. I am delicate of constitution and awkward in crowds.
The real divide in the Legend of Zelda fandom is the one between folks who'd be perfectly happy to see Princess Zelda leading a mainline title versus folks who specifically want a mainline game featuring girl!Link.
This is not a framing that has any room for "both". If you're asking for both, you're not one of the people who would be satisfied with simply seeing Zelda get more mainline lead time, so you're in the second bin.
I don't know which of you needs to hear this but "narc" is not short for "narcissist" when someone calls you a "narc" for snitching they are calling you a "narcotics officer"
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