My wisdom tooth is erupting. I suddenly have deep, heartfelt understanding of what teething babies go through.
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Anddddd again. From my main blog.
Young people will never appreciate what a miracle it is to have a map with your current location marked on it.
I understand just fine đ I was tossed into an adventure camp when I was 15 and I was the designated navigator for the jungle trek. Also, Google Maps is a flakey bitch sometimes
PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT:
THE NAZI SWASTIKA AND THE HINDU SWASTIKA ARE NOT THE SAME THING.
The Hindu swastika, which is actually in my house, represents good fortune and happiness, and was used long before Hitler stepped foot on this planet. Also, it is normally straight, and has dots in between.
The Nazi swastika, which obviously represents hatred of Jews, is normally on an angle, and has no dots in between.
DO NOT MIX IT UP, OR CALL AN INDIAN WHO HAS THIS IN THEIR HOME A NAZI.
IT IS NOT THE SAME THING.
Oi, and before y’all jokers forget: we Buddhists use the swastika as well (thanks, Ancient India, we inherited so much from you). We’ve used it for thousands of years before Hitler was a stain in his dad’s pants. He appropriated it, fuck knows why he chose that specifically (or why his Japanese allies put up with it) but at the end of the day, it’s been a sacred Buddhist symbol for thousands of years, it’s not going to suddenly stop being one.
Do not call Buddhists Nazis because they have a symbol of their own faith. It is not the same as the Nazi symbol, it does not mean the same thing, the Nazi symbol is a perverted derivation of it that has nothing to do with Buddhism.
And before anyone says “Oh but the Japanese say it just denotes a temple!” – that’s the Japanese Buddhists, and the Japanese Buddhists SPECIFICALLY. It is nowhere near universal. It’s like saying all Christians worship the Virgin Mary.
lots of artists can fill their work with aching homosexual tension, but no one else can make the impending sodomy look quite as classy and exquisitely dressed as Leyendecker can. God bless you, sir.
LEYENDECKER OH MY GOD THAT RIDICULOUS LITTLE SHIT. THIS GUY IS A LEGEND HE’S THE BENCHMARK AGAIMST WHICH I WILL ALWAYS COMPARE ‘ARTISTIC BALLSINESS’.
THIS GUY LIVED AND WORKED IN THE EARLY 1900s. BEING GAY WAS ILLEGAL AND UNACCEPTABLE AS FUCK, BUT YOU KNOW WHAT HE JUST CASUALLY LIVED WITH DEAR OLD CHARLES BEACH ALL HIS LIFE, NEVER MARRIED, AND WHEN HE DIED SPLIT HIS FORTUNE BETWEEN HIS SISTER AND BEACH.
HE MADE A SERIES OF ADS WITH A FICTIONAL GUY CALLED ‘THE ARROW COLLAR MAN’ AND IT WAS ONE OF THE MOST SUCCESSFUL ADVERTISING CAMPAIGNS IN FUCKING HISTORY. THE ARROW COLLAR MAN WAS A GODDAMN ICON HE GOT FANMAIL AND PEOPLE WOULD CUT OUT THE PHOTOS OF THEIR FAVOURITES AND HANG THEM ON THE WALL. HE INSPIRED A MUSICAL FFS IT’S CALLED HELEN OF TROY.
HE MADE THE ARROW COLLAR MAN INTO A GODDAMN ROCK STAR IS WHAT I’M SAYING.
AND YOU KNOW WHO THIS LITTLE SHIT WENT AND BASED IT ON?
YEP. CHARLES FUCKING BEACH. HE BASED IT ON HIS BOYFRIEND. IN A TIME WHERE BEING GAY BASICALLY GOT YOU HUNG DRAWN AND QUARTERED THIS LITTLE SHIT GOT PEOPLE HANGING UP DRAWINGS OF HIS BOYFRIEND AND SENDING FANMAIL TO THE FICTIONAL VERSION OF HIM.
IT’S A CENTURY LATER AND I’M IN AWE OF HIM. HE MUST’VE NEEDED HIS ENTIRE ESTATE JUST TO HOUSE HIS MASSIVE GODDAMN BALLS HOLY SHIT.
whatâs up this is my band Comma Overload
Weâre Em Dash Hell and weâll be here all night!
I think I belong in Comma Overload. I can do vocals (lead or backing) or keyboard (if youâre desperate) – where do you need me?
Italica
I’m Run-On Lines. Join me as we make an entire song T H E U L T I M A T E F R A N K E N S E N T E N C E.
Anyone who would give up a little usability for a little aesthetic would deserve neither, and lose both. â Ben Franklin, probably.
Ladies and gentlemen, the reason why I’m such a basic bitch with my themes and why my ass went numb on 12 March 2017 – spent like 2-4 hours editing my RP blog’s fancier theme JUST enough that it wouldn’t murder even my eyes (mild astig + myopia) while I tried going through my own blog. Jacked up the font size, increased contrasts, changed fonts, etc. Not dainty and pretty, but presentable and 1000000% worth not squinting to see my own damn blog.
Reblog if you have a scar with a story behind it.
ibelieveinthelittletreetopper:
This one time I tripped
this one time I split my forehead open
This one time a dark wizard tried to kill me when I was a infant but couldnât
Stab
I tried to hold an angry cat
someone put an iron on my hand
My teammate tried to jump over me and cut the back of my neck open with his hockey skate.
I got a couple left over from chicken pox.
tried to climb a dead tree
as a child I came up behind a sleeping dog with a squeaky toy in my mouth
Twisted up in rusty metal chains.
Learned the hard way:
– Why you donât pull a catâs tail (I was two)
– The importance of shoring up roof structures
– Why you donât use a poorly balanced cinderblock as a support when drilling
– Burny things are hot
– Rotted fence palings make a surprisingly effective flail when they snap in half back along your inner arm as you pull them down.
– Win the fight before your opponent has the chance to hit you in the face with a metal chairSpider bite that got infected. Doctor informed me, âOh, it must have bitten you while you were asleep!â and I stayed awake the entire next night in paralytic terror and also pain.
Poorly planned re enactment of 101 Dalmatians.
i was 2 and my mom told me not to do something but i did it anyway
I slipped and cut my arm open
Scalding by water does not do a two year old good. Skin tends to boil and come off.
Tripped on my own feet and split my face open
I punched a mirror and it turns out that doesnât work out like it usually does in the moviesÂ
accidentally poured scalding-hot chocolate on my thigh, accidentally poured boiling water over half of my hand instead of into my teacup
Got stuck in some barbed wire with my leg. Also a scar from appendectomy surgery.
Parrots are more aggressive than youâd expect.
-Donât sit inside a canvas inner tube for several miles, and then bathe the burns in bacteria-infested lake water for a week after.
-Donât set a boat ramp on the wet metal beams so that it falls while youâre walking on it
I was an adventurer like you, then I took a red-tailed hawk to the knee.
The slash on my hand indicates I am not good at cutting drywall
fractious alpaca restraint
same
Surgery
My knee may look like they repaired my acl/meniscusâŚ. But in all reality, I just fall alot.
Can of baked beans and my right pinky.
Donât yank a penknife when itâs stuck
did a DIY cyst removal myself using nail clippers and a needle cause I thought Doctor Pimple prepared me enough for it
Use a potholder that covers your whole hand when reaching inside an oven. Also, take your vitamins so shit heals cleanly.
GUYS THEY FIGURED OUT THE ROMAN CONCRETE RECIPE THAT MAKES IT IMMUNE TO SEAWATER
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
I KNOW RIGHT?!???
I canât help but feel this is one of those things where we had actual documents saying âit was done with this and thisâ, and some old rich white guys looked at it and went âoh mirth, the ancients were so silly. They probably wrote this basic stuff down and the actual builders had Secret Techniques we need to Discoverâ
For a long time, archeologists didnât know how greek women did their high-piled braids and hair. There was a word that translated to âneedleâ in the descriptions. They went, âseems like weâll never know.â Then a hairdresser took a fucking needle (big needle) and did the fucking thing you do with needles, which is sew – and by sewing the braids into place, she replicated ancient styles.
The Egyptians had diagrams of construction steps for their pyramids. Archeologists went âoooh, ancient primitive people, how they do this?â LITERALLY MYTHBUSTERS OR THE OLD DISCOVERY CHANNEL or someone went âwhat if we did the thing the pictures said they didâ AND GUESS FUCKING WHAT. GUESS FUCKING WHAT.
Also that thing with native Americans saying squirrels taught them how to get sap for maple syrup, and colonizers going âthatâs a myth sweatyâ
Sincerely, if the scientists had to do actual analysis like spectroscopy or whatever, kudos, and no flame. But swear to god, if all these years, weâve had the recipes and there was just this fuckin institutional bias against just TRYING THE THING THEY SAID WOULD WORK, HELLFIRE AND DEMENTIA.
In this case, it was more they had roman writings saying what went into it but figured there was some secret because when they followed roman recipes it never turned out quite right.Â
Because the sources left by Romans always just said to mix with water. Because, if you were a Roman??? Obviously you knew that you used seawater for cement. Duh. Thatâs so obvious that they never really bothered specifying that you use seawater to mix it, because it wasnât necessary, everyone knew that.Â
But then the empire fell, other empires rose and fell, time passed, and by the time we were trying to reconstruct the formula the âmix the dry ingredients with seawaterâ trick had been forgotten, until chemical analysis finally figured it out again.Â
Itâs sort of like the land of Punt, a ally of Egypt thatâs mentioned all the time, but we donât actually know where it was located. Because it isnât written down anywhere. Why would they write it down? Itâs Punt. Everyone knew where Punt was back then. Itâd be ridiculous to waste the ink and space to specify where it was, every child knows about Punt.Â
3000 years later and we have no damned clue where it was, simply because at the time it was so blindingly obvious that it was never written down.Â
So moral of story is be specific
I was thinking it was stupid that they didnât specify seawater but then I had the thought that we donât specify to use chicken eggs in baking because DUH so we just write eggs
2000 years in the future people are going to be making scrambled fish eggs and crying bc the ancient recipes make no sense
You see this happen even with Tudor history. The household how-to books of the era said ‘change the rushes every few months, and you should use these rushes’.
Thing is, nobody ever thought to specify what to do with the fucking rushes, so 500 years later everyone assumes that the rushes were just scattered loose on the floor (which makes no logical sense – imagine loose rushes + the long, sweeping gowns of the era). It’s only recently that we caught on to the fact that they meant ‘use these rushes to weave the mats that you lay on the floor, and toss out the mats every few months’ because at the time it was so BLINDINGLY FUCKING OBVIOUS that it wasn’t necessary to write it down.
You call that wimpy piece of elastic a CORSET? đđđ Bitch please, you haven’t seen a real corset. Pretty sure you’d shit your pants, if you ever wore one that wasn’t some overpriced, plastic-boned lump of polyester scraps or a glorified, sweaty elastic band.