My Grandfather For Me. He's The Gentlest Man I've Ever Known. (detail From 'The Thankful Poor' C. 1894

renaissance in the 21st century

YOU! I like you...

*forcefully adopts you*

Not if I adopt you first!

Real observations since I started wearing a wizard hat daily:

- Brim is so wide that I stay BONE DRY taking walks in the rain

- Brim can be positioned to block the sun from ever getting in my eyes AND keeping it off the back of my neck

- The pointed top part creates an air pocket, keeping my head from getting hot or squishing my hair as it might in a ball cap

- Hat can easily be pulled down over the tips of my ears without looking dumb, protecting them from wind chill

- Strangers say they like my hat, giving me the chance to tell them that I am a wizard

- When you’re wearing a wizard hat, ALL OTHER FASHION CHOICES become secondary, allowing you to branch out with style

Embrace ego death. Stay protected from all elements. Wear a wizard hat.

Choose a subtly magical item for your adventure:

A sword that never chips or grows blunt

A flint and steel that works first try every time

Boots that are always comfortable, and never fall apart

Socks that never get wet

A cloak that is always the perfect temperature

A bag that can fit a little more than it reasonably should be able to

Arrows that can never be lost or broken

A purse that can never be stolen

A compass that points to the nearest source of drinkable water

“Dogs don’t know what they look like. Dogs don’t even know what size they are. No doubt it’s our fault, for breeding them into such weird shapes and sizes. My brother’s dachshund, standing tall at eight inches, would attack a Great Dane in the full conviction that she could tear it apart. When a little dog is assaulting its ankles the big dog often stands there looking confused — “Should I eat it? Will it eat me? I am bigger than it, aren’t I?” But then the Great Dane will come and try to sit in your lap and mash you flat, under the impression that it is a Peke-a-poo… Cats know exactly where they begin and end. When they walk slowly out the door that you are holding open for them, and pause, leaving their tail just an inch or two inside the door, they know it. They know you have to keep holding the door open. That is why their tail is there. It is a cat’s way of maintaining a relationship. Housecats know that they are small, and that it matters. When a cat meets a threatening dog and can’t make either a horizontal or a vertical escape, it’ll suddenly triple its size, inflating itself into a sort of weird fur blowfish, and it may work, because the dog gets confused again — “I thought that was a cat. Aren’t I bigger than cats? Will it eat me?” … A lot of us humans are like dogs: we really don’t know what size we are, how we’re shaped, what we look like. The most extreme example of this ignorance must be the people who design the seats on airplanes. At the other extreme, the people who have the most accurate, vivid sense of their own appearance may be dancers. What dancers look like is, after all, what they do.”

— Ursula Le Guin, in The Wave in the Mind (via fortooate)

Seventh Day Adventists want to be Jewish so bad but the SDA isn't ready to hear that

Someone: “People would never do anything without monetary gain”

Dungeon masters, Minecraft players, fanfic writers:

Altogether, I really like the way americans say "can I help you?" as a polite general one-size-fits-all stand-in for "who the fuck are you/what the fuck are you doing here/how the fuck did you get in here/what the fuck are you staring at/what is your fucking problem." Such a polite way of going "bitch what the fuck."

I’m in an archaeology class this term and fuck, people really are just people no matter what.

I have an essay due tonight and I’m crying about the 3cm comb found in a small girls tomb, suggesting her parents buried her with a doll made of cloth or other material, leaving only the comb to be preserved. The girl found cradling another’s baby to protect it from the ash in Pompeii, the two pregnant women found alone in a house, the younger one being just 16 who was curled up in the other woman’s arms. I’m thinking about the 14 year old who was buried facing their ivory doll. These children who died, but who were not unloved. 

There is so much love in these ancient burials and it makes my heart ache.

We love the Ides of March because it’s the last example of a senate working together to accomplish something.