I Always Talk About How One Of My Loves Of Scrimshaw Is Being Able To See The Art Of Just Some Guy In

I think often of a modern ragnarok where the ghosts of the pleistocene return, and a herd of steppe bison and mammoths and ground sloths and wooly rhinoceros and wild horses and aurochs that reaches past the horizon tramples everything in its path, it topples cities and skyscrapers, bursts dams and drives metal back into the earth, and again the world is as it should be, and there is a chance to try again

the king picked the guy with skull shoulderpads for the court magician job, which is exciting

Do you ever wonder, how many books can be written about the exact same story, over and over again?

yep. but luckily when it comes to polar exploration, I can read books about the same story over and over again!

Harry McNeish was a carpenter on Ernest Shackleton's Endurance expedition to Antarctica. He was also known as the caretaker of Mrs. Chippy, the cat that accompanied the men until the Endurance became trapped in pack ice.

To honor the brave kitty, the New Zealand Antarctic Society added a bronze statue of Mrs. Chippy to McNeish's grave in 2004, seen as she would usually lounge on his bed onboard the ship.

normal artist but they pronounce “gouache” like “gooch”

Ignoring my own pains and struggles by reading about someone else’s pains and struggles (polar explorers)

polar exploration media should come with a warning that you will never be normal again

Feigning interest in television show till it’s my turn to talk and I can bring it back around to ninth century monastic disputes that served as the foundation for a broader movement of mysticism later on in the 11th century

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