#much laughter

[someonetheelusivefangirl]

2018-2019 winter anime have been top tier~

[bubbles-and-bat-wings]

Silly conversation I had today

Me: you should make a game about pirates on the high seas, made with exclusively stolen assets

*much laughter*

Me: and the pirates greatest enemies are the Trojans

*much laughter*

Friend: hear me out... Trojan sea horse

*much laughter*

[banditreee]

Them: *creates a social rule surrounding bedtime and doesn't tell me about it but decides I must initiate it for it to happen*

Me: *breaks social rule because I'm hyperfixated on smth and cannot read their mind to know this rule was created*

Them: *is confused and mildly upset when I didn't do this thing that is out of the norm for anyone, was never communicated, and would require me being able to break the hyperfixation myself to do said thing*

Us: *stays up much later than needed because I am absorbed into my hyperfixation and they can't move on until this secret ritual is complete*

[mishamoonberry]

i cant believe people actually reblog and like that yeontan stuff

[empathicallyme]

Laughing everyday is so much better than crying every day.

[morning-star-sempai]

NINJA CHICKEN

OKAY GUYS SO I JUST CAME BACK FROM WATCHING “STORKS” WITH MY FAMILY BUT BEFORE THAT, THERE WAS THIS NINJAGO TRAILER ABOUT THIS (LEGO) SENSEI VERSUS A NINJA CHICKEN AND JUST WHEN I TOOK A HUGE SIP OF MY SODA, THIS CHICKEN JUST SPONTANEOUSLY DOES SOMETHING AND I JUST FUCKING SPIT MOST OF IT OUT, DYING OF LAUGHTER, ASSAULTING SOMEONE WITH PROJECTILE SODA IN THE PROCESS AND THAT PERSON JUST LOOKS AT ME ALL SALTY AS I’M DYING OF LAUGHTER AND THAT PERSON JUST MOVES TWO, MAYBE THREE SEATS AWAY AS i’M STILL FUCKING DYING AND THEN WHEN THE MOVIE’S WE GET OUT WE JUST DASH OUT OF THERE TO AVOID CERTAIN WRATH AND MY MOM IS JUST LIKE, “I ENJOYED THAT SO MUCH” AND I’M JUST THERE, STILL DYING OF LAUGHTER WHILE FEELING BAD FOR THE PERSON AND I’M JUST LIKE- I JUST DOWSED A PERSON IN SODA AND SPIT AND I’M HERE DYING LIKE AM I A BAD PERSON? OR JUST SOMEONE WITH A REALLY HIGH SENSE OF HUMOR? ANYWAY I’M LOVING THE CHICKEN AND HATING MYSELF STILL DYING OF LAUGHTER

[michaeltalbot]

On the topic of the Apple event.

At this point I’m firmly in the Android camp. I still own an old iDevice - it moves between a radio dock in my bedroom, and one in the kitchen. Because said device is so old, it has the old connector on the bottom. Meaning I paid a grand total of £15 for both docks, out of two charity shops.

Said device is basically used to stream Youtube (audio only, the screen is too tiny) and Stitcher for Podcasts. It does the job perfectly, and I have no complaints.

Everything else I own runs Android. And I’m more than happy with that.

But I continue to be rather interested in what Apple are upto. Honestly I think next year - the 10th anniversary of the launch of the original device - is when Apple could attempt something revolutionary - this year seems like a version update / an incremental update.

Except in one area - audio. Specifically, the headphone jack being jacked out.

I own wireless headphones. Three sets to be specific. They’re good for what they are, and the one set in particular is rather useful. But lord above they’re an inconvenience compared to bog standard headphones that you just click into your device.

So whilst I’m all for Apple doing their thing? I do rather hope they don’t start something that sweeps the industry.

[contremineur]

Boswell’s only note after an evening with Dr Johnson Nothing about the food, the wine, the subjects of that night’s passions. Nothing even about the weather—rain most likely, the damp seeping under doors. Just those two words for a night when everything else slipped into the vacancies of the unrecorded. That’s all that’s left. We know now the more complete story that Boswell chose not to tell: the good doctor’s wearied martyr’s gaze as he walked the alleyways where the poor remained poor, the blind, blind, where the only lesson learned from suffering was how much better it would be not to suffer. We know, too, that Johnson wanted about this time to rest in God and yet could not imagine how to surrender himself to a future he couldn’t anticipate; he couldn’t help but believe, to his dismay, that all life needed to go wrong was the hope it would go right. Too many could not see how evil fouled the gears of the century’s benign God. He was headed for another breakdown; Mrs Thrale had already been secretly entrusted with a padlock and chain to restrain his fits when the time came. But on this particular evening, happiness must have arrived when he least expected it. A few hours when everyone’s burdens were shouldered, when there was no tomorrow sprouting its thousand forms of grief and humiliation and defeat. Just jokes and small talk, and wine sweetened with oranges and sugar tumbling down the doctor’s throat. A night, perhaps, when all the timorous and beaten faces suddenly brightened in their common temple of laughter. A night when even a stray black dog might have been allowed to lick clean a patron’s greasy hands and warm its flea-bitten belly near the fire. A night caught in the genius and irony of Boswell’s two words—what they left unsaid and what they say, the simple phrase like a pardon after our sins have been listened to one by one, and there is nothing left to remember but ‘much laughter’ after another day on earth is done.

Robert Cording, Much laughter (‘Common Life: Poems’, CavanKerry Press 2006)