He rationed exclamation points, cursed them by lunch, fell in love with them...– page 150, Zone One by Colson Whitehead (Doubleday, Oct 11). (Yes, it’s the Colson Whitehead zombie book, except for how it’s a book about zombies in the same way that Animal Farm is a book about pigs. Just finished it a few hours ago and am still letting it settle, but I think it might be my new...
Good old question
Okay, you all want questions? Everyone reading this: would you rather have the power of invisibility or of flight? Questions about the specifics or limitations these powers? Ask me.
wellalright: sometimes you see people and you just know they aren’t going to age well at all. it’s like they’re a living version of one of those optical illusions where it’s a blurred image of marilyn monroe on top of albert einstein.
Maybe the best conversation I have ever had:
Daughter: We race sometimes at recess, but I never win because I'm a girl.
Me: I don't understand. Why does that matter?
Her: Because boys are faster.
Me: Oh... you think boys are faster.
Me: Do you remember when I told you I used to race people when I was a big kid?
Me: Well I practiced very hard for four years so I could run faster than anyone else. That's a lot of practicing, right?
Me: And even when I got as fast as I will ever ever get, there were still women and young ladies who could run faster than me even if they were wearing a backpack with a heavy lunch in it and heavy shoes.
Her: Fast girls?
Me: Very fast.
Her: Why do we even have boys and girls, then?
Me: Because the things that are different about us do something very important. Do you know what that is?
Me: They make new people. Babies.
Her: I want to be fast.
Me: (BULLET DODGED) Then you will be.
Her: I want to be faster than you.
Me: You probably already are.
Her: I want to do everything.
Me: Do you remember when I told you I help people who can't see?
Her: The ones in wheelchairs?
Me: Sometimes, but most of the people I know and who can't see use dogs to help them walk around.
Her: Oh yeah. Special dogs.
Me: Yup. Do you remember how much I want to be able to play the piano?
Me: Well some of those people who can't even see the piano can play it better than I ever will no matter how much I practice.
Her: Boys and girls?
Me: The piano doesn't care who you are. Neither does the ground when you run.
Her: I'm going to be so fast.
Cowboy Bebop Ducks
weloveducks: -Tousti Theme song: “Duck TANK!”
You guys don’t mind if I spam ask a bunch of you the same question, right? If I’ve missed anyone who wants to weigh in, I apologize. Let me know and I can ask you, too, and we’ll just pretend you received it the same time as everyone else.
h3y-d4v3: i wasted a solid 15 minutes explaining and showing homestuck to my therapist
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The Don't Be A Dick License →
wilwheaton: This is a proposed draft of the Don’t Be a Dick license for open source projects. The purpose of this license is to permit the broadest feasible scope for reuse and modification of creative work, restricted only by the requirement that one is not a dick about it. I’m sure that I had nothing to do with this … but I wish I did.
wellalright: is it wrong to eat candy at a funeral. maybe it depends on the kind. snickers? that’d be okay i guess. ring pop? probably not. imagine delivering a eulogy with a ring pop on. Jews get this one right. There’s always plenty of candy available right after the funeral at the mourner’s house.
wellalright: do you think janitors at the pentagon just tell people they work for the government. that’s what i’d say. For whatever it’s worth, I’ve heard they often hire the mentally handicapped as janitors at the Pentagon.
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Samus Aran cosplay →
I did not post all the pictures, but if you want to see more Cosplays, see the site … Blah, blah, blah, look: unless she can curl into a ball that poops out bombs, I’m not interested. (Actually, this one is really good: )
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