I Hate When Other People Are Funnier Than Me.

I made a little guy

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Update: his name is Scorching Ray and he has a sister named Burning Gaze!

See the family:

The Dragon Garden

Scorching Ray | Burning Gaze | Calm Air | Dancing Lights (soon) | Tireless Pursuit (soon) | ???

I hate linguistic anthropology. Why? One of the most influential experiments in linguistic anthropology involved teaching a chimp asl. One of the most influential linguistics is named Noam Chomsky. You know what the chimp’s name was?

Nim Chimpsky.

Fucking monkey pun.

And this is in textbooks, in documentaries, everywhere. And everyone just IGNORES THIS GOD AWFUL PUN cause of how important the experiment was. But

BUT LOOK AT THIS SHIT. FUCKING NIM CHIMPSKY. I HATE THIS WHOLE FIELD.

Piotr Stachiewicz

A kindly looking fey approaches you.

"I'm not going to pretend you're as foolish as someone else would say you look. Though it appears you are in need of assistance. There are several things I am willing to take in exchange for helping you. So, before we get started,

It is your choice, of course."

5.17

this sentence came so far out of left field i reflexively closed the tab and had to open it up again to take this screenshot. i mean like yes its true that mushrooms are not plants but ive literally never ever ever ever met or even heard of anyone anywhere at any time who has used this definition of a plant-based diet

It always upsets me so much when I see interpretations/illustrations of the two headed calf poem that show a living calf being torn away from its mother and killed to sell to a museum and framing the poem as being "humanity kills beautiful things for being different".

Two headed cows almost never survive more than a few hours after their birth. The farmer finds the *body* the next day. The calf was destined to die, and that's a tragedy, but for the time it was alive, it had a beautiful and unique experience.

It's not a poem about the cruelty of man. It's a poem about the beauty of life in an indifferent universe. It's about purpose and beauty being able to exist even in an existence doomed to come to an end, as all our lives are. It's not a poem about how a calf dies, but how, even for only a brief moment, it was alive.

And, for that moment, because of that life, however fleeting, the sky had twice as many stars.

iridescent pileus cloud photos by esther havens in ethiopia, becky bone dunning in jamaica, ken rotberg in florida, and david lapuma.

as a cumulus cloud containing warm air convects upwards and condenses, a thin layer of humid air containing water vapour is thrust above the cloud, cooling from the lower pressure into droplets, which, when small enough and uniform in size, diffract light from the sun when it’s at least fifty eight degrees above the horizon.

see also: circumhorizontal arcs, asperatus clouds, mammatus clouds, polar stratospheric clouds, noctilucent clouds, and lenticular clouds 

William Mason Brown (1828-1898) "Raspberries in a Wooded Landscape" Oil on canvas Located in the Crystal Bridges Museum of American Art, Bentonville, Arkansas

All that silence. #pascalcampion