Jedibrarian

Confessions of an unrepentant nerd

thecrimsonalchemist:

mvercillo:

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This is a real article. Not by the Onion.

Somebody actually said these things and wrote these words.

I…. what.

This originates with the Borowitz report, which is a satirical/humor column.  The Onion’s not the only one in existence. Checking your sources is always a good idea when something sounds outrageous.

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consultingmoosecaptain:

heartsmadeoutofstrings:

Remember all the times that your heart was ripped from your chest?

Disney movies (and others like it) taught us how to love, how to cherish life and how powerful death can be. At a young age, these were very important lessons.

YOU MOTHERFUCKER TOY STORY THREE CAME OUT WHEN I WAS 18 AND I BALWED LIKE A BABY YOUNG AGE MY FOOT

Psssst. The Iron Giant and The Land Before Time are not Disney movies. Iron Giant is Warner Brothers. Land Before Time is Don Bluth/Universal.

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Cat. Fandom. Adventures.: I'm ranting about Pacific Rim again, just ignore me.

rosezemlya:

So, I’ve had a couple conversations with some of my non-Internet friends about Pacific Rim. And some like it as much as I do, and some were meh and some where somewhere in between.

The meh or negative people were like, “It’s just a movie about robots and monsters.” In their…

Uh…I’m a “meh or negative person” who appreciates what Pacific Rim was doing/trying to do with tropes and storytelling. I also don’t automatically hate sci-fi or action movies.

I just came out of it with zero emotional investment in the characters or the plot.

That moment when you’re excited about your period and all of the nasty symptoms that come with it, because it means that the thing last night was a premenstrual-dysphoric flipout, not you legitimately losing it.

mad-swtor-scribbles:

Ok so normally I don’t care but having worked at/volunteered at a zoo, I gotta say it.

Guys. Don’t do this shit, man. Just don’t. 

Even when I helped with the lions, including the male, Bubba, who was bigger than his name makes him sound, the keepers remembered at all times that these are WILD ANIMALS, predatory wild animals, with teeth the size of your fingers, who can rip out your spine before you know you’re dead. They were treated with love and care, yes, but also respect. 

I know this is from the 1970s or whatever. But people STILL do it and not only does it create a highly harmful, profitable illegal black market that exploits animals and contributes to suffering, inbreeding. and extinction, it is FUCKING DANGEROUS. It’s not even illegal in a lot of places, but it damn well should be. 

I know you folks are intelligent. I know this is probably a durr. 

But this isn’t cute, and it isn’t funny, it’s more than a little dangerous. And it applies to animals like deer, or racoons, or a lot of the more esoteric pet market. It’s a problem and it needs to stop.

I do not mean to insult anyone, nor demean the bond you may have with an animal, but there are serious, significant risks associated with this kinda bullshit and frankly unless you are a trained animal professional… It’s not something most people should be doing. 

[Note that there are ‘exotic’ pets, and then there’s THIS. Not talking about exotic pets, though I would eb sure you are buying from a reputable breeder of whatever and make sure you know before you go, to be sure you aren’t supporting an illegal blackmarket that kills hundreds of thousands of animals a year.]

Truth. Look up Siegfried and Roy sometime if you find yourself with the impression that any amount of education, good training, experience, resources, captive breeding, or anything else turns a wild animal into anything other than a wild animal.

(Source: joekeatinge, via scribblingbearcat)

darthhermitcrab:

thefrostflower:

cream-and-stars:

theoddmentemporium:

Tintinnabulum
In ancient Rome, a tintinnabulum was a wind chime or assemblage of bells. A tintinnabulum often took the form of a bronze phallic figure with wings, or fascinum, a magico-religious phallus thought to ward off the evil eye and bring good fortune and prosperity. It was hung outdoors in locations such as gardens, porticoes, houses, and shops, where the wind would cause them to tinkle. The sounds of bells were believed to keep away evil spirits [From Wikipedia].

ancient roman penis windchime
ANCIENT ROMAN PENIS WINDCHIME

but is that a penis
with a penis

DING DONG MOTHERFUCKERDING DONG


Tinkling.
Penis.

darthhermitcrab:

thefrostflower:

cream-and-stars:

theoddmentemporium:

Tintinnabulum

In ancient Rome, a tintinnabulum was a wind chime or assemblage of bells. A tintinnabulum often took the form of a bronze phallic figure with wings, or fascinum, a magico-religious phallus thought to ward off the evil eye and bring good fortune and prosperity. It was hung outdoors in locations such as gardens, porticoes, houses, and shops, where the wind would cause them to tinkle. The sounds of bells were believed to keep away evil spirits [From Wikipedia].

ancient roman penis windchime

ANCIENT ROMAN PENIS WINDCHIME

but is that a penis

with a penis

DING DONG MOTHERFUCKER

DING DONG

Tinkling. Penis.

(via darthhermitcrab-deactivated2013)

Went out to (“Irish”) pub that was doing karaoke to meet frand. Instand bad mood because too loud to actually socialize with frand, plus ears hurt, plus people singing really badly.

I speculated on the likelihood of them having some Sinead O’Connor. Could bust out some “Foggy Dew” or “Wind that Shakes the Barley” and bring the room down a bit.

Now I feel like I need to go pace on the back deck and belt a number or three to wash that crap out of my ears

My Flying Skirts order came in the mail today.

It’s as I feared. I’m going to need about four more of these in different colors.

Pictures to follow when Husbandpants gets home.

Speaking of a love of floofy skirts, I’ve got two fifteen-yarders (in a brick-y red and a rust-y orange color) shipping from Flying Skirts this week. I’m excited!

Speaking of a love of floofy skirts, I’ve got two fifteen-yarders (in a brick-y red and a rust-y orange color) shipping from Flying Skirts this week. I’m excited!

ishallsustainamassiveerection:

vernacular-manslaughter:

octospider:

Gwendoline Christie is the actress for Brienne of Tarth in Game of Thrones. She stands at 6 feet 3 inches tall and took swordfighting, horseriding, and stagefighting lessons for her part, as well as gaining 14 pounds of muscle, to accurately portray Brienne. (x)

She was also terrified of cutting her hair because she’d spent her life believing it was one of the only things that would make people see her as feminine despite her height. In an interview with TV Guide she said:

I struggled for a long time with [cutting] my hair, but then I’m grateful for the opportunity to realize that femininity doesn’t have to come from hair or any of those traditional female archetypes of appearance, So, that’s been exciting actually. I can’t speak with any kind of authority whatsoever because I’m just an actor and I only have my opinions, but I do think it’s really refreshing to have a woman depicted on a mainstream TV show that doesn’t obey typical aesthetics of females and the way they have been portrayed in the past. And I’m really excited to be portraying one of those women. And I hope that her popularity signals a greater expansion of people’s views about men and women and that gender types can be more flexible.

I didn’t know I was in love with this woman until I saw this post

Aside from Gwen Christie and Brienne of Tarth being totally awesome, it’s weird what markers people tend to instinctively use for situating someone on the feminine/masculine continuum. I have hair that hits the back of my kneecaps when I wear it down. My waist/hip ratio is big enough that I have trouble finding off-the-rack corsets that define rather than obscure that feature. After years of fighting myself, I have embraced my love of enormous, long, floofy skirts. But because I’m 5’10”, a lot of people still automatically read me as masculine before I even open my mouth.

On the other hand, my cousin, who’s a transdude, still has a lot of trouble with people instinctively misgendering him, in part because he’s about a half-foot shorter than me.

(Source: remulsupin, via scribblingbearcat)