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I am ambivalent towards the boxer breed. We had neighbors who’s two horribly trained and badly cared for boxers would chase the car, CATCH THE CAR, and cling to the bumper with their teeth, frothing. My impression is of dreadfully high energy wrapped up with dreadfully little brain. And yet, I once stood at a bus stop with a general assistance dog and her owner, a tiny, stooped woman with a befuddled gaze and a definite sense that the lights were not really on, never mind anybody being home. The boxer, however, was carrying groceries in a sort of saddlebag arrangement, and was waiting for the bus as alertly as I was. The bus stopped a bit short. The dog got up. The owner appeared confused, and started to wander towards the crosswalk. This did not faze the dog. The dog was a professional. The dog stood like a rock until the woman realized she was not making any forward headway, looked vaguely around, and discovered the bus. Then carefully herded her back, around the bench, up to the bus door. I got the distinct impression that of the three of us at the bus stop, the dog was probably the most on the ball. So that changed a lot of my opinion toward the breed.

Ursula Vernon (via fuckyeahursulavernon)

Because training really is very important.


Author Neil Gaiman (@neilhimself) recounts a bloody memory of MythBuster’s Adam Savage, and Adam puts Gollum on the phone for a performance of “I Will Survive” at Minnesota Public Radio’s Wits.

If you haven’t seen this, you should see this. It will cheer you up, if you need cheering up.

He he he he.

"Back in the day, Walter would, every once in a while, forget how to draw. Remember?" Louise said.

“Oh yeah,” Walter agreed. “That still happens occasionally. It’s like, ‘Oh my god, nothing I’m drawing looks any good anymore. My life is over as an artist.’ And what I realized, because I was an editor at the time, and had seen a lot of work go past me, was that when you hit this phase where suddenly your stuff, which looks just like it did yesterday, doesn’t look good to you anymore, it’s because your mind has made a leap. Your brain has gotten farther than your hand has learned to do it yet. But eventually, give it a few weeks, keep it up and you’ve made a leap in your own craft. That was a big help because it was so depressing when you realize you couldn’t draw anymore.”

From an interview with Walt and Louise Simonson. (via twiststreet)

Exactly this. 

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Wow. Well, there’s one game-changing thought technology.


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One of the things that I love about Kiki’s Delivery Service is that this is a plot point in the movie.  It took me a while to realize that it is, but that’s okay - the movie will wait for me to understand it.


"Too many books?" I believe the phrase you’re looking for is "not enough bookshelves".

Not enough WALLS.  Can someone lend me another wall to put bookcases on?


it’s the cutest thing.

This is why trek actors loved Galaxy Quest.

It constantly astounds me that Athena, who does not have two brain cells to rub together, who once burned the bumps off her nose while attempting to snuggle the radiator, who licks the walls lovingly and on more than one occasion was outsmarted by a paper sack, can catch and dispatch a mouse.

Thing is, I know hunting is a learned behavior. Loki, who was seperated from his mother at four weeks old, never learned how to hunt (and was clingy and insecure his entire life as well.) I know nothing of Athena’s former life before she came down with an acute respiratory infection at the age of six months, and nursed back to health by one of St. Paul’s foster cat carers. I don’t know if she was feral, abandoned, dumped at a shelter, or what. I would guess she was never mistreated, because she is a terribly sweet and trusting cat, and I would suspect she had early human contact as well. However, from the occasional rodent corpses littering my life, I DO know that she must have been with her mother long enough to learn to hunt.

My heart goes out to this nameless feline matron, whoever she was. Because Athena’s a sweetheart, a dear, cuddly, affectionate cat who never met a human she didn’t want to be petted by, but goddamn, she’s dumber than a sack of wet dirt. Teaching her profoundly stupid offspring to hunt must have tried the patience of a saint. I can only imagine the mother cat, watching with hopeless dismay, as the young Athena was outwitted by injured mice, by dead mice, by grass, by small rocks. Her whuppin’ paw must have ached at the end of the day from trying to beat sense into a skull that rang like a hollow gourd. And yet, she perservered, a monument to maternal dedication, and today, I reap the rejected rodent rewards.

Nameless cat, my hat is off to you.

Ursula Vernon (via fuckyeahursulavernon)

Because heartwarming and funny.


And I don’t think they’re getting to it in History of Magic. “If you think Voldemort’s evil…this fuckin’ guy.” - Kumail Nanjiani (x)

No wonder Ron’s father collects electric plugs.



My pics from the 2014 Coney Island Mermaid Parade!

It was a MERMAZING!!
I was joined by burlesque performers C. Amandaboutahorse and Dahlia Llama.

The last one is from The Gothamist, you can see all of their pics here.

I kind of want to go next year.