We kept them in one warm kitten-proofed room for a week. This was also the room where I worked.
Pens are fascinating. Monitors are perches. The air is for *FLYYYYINNNNNNG*
I had cats, but never kittens until last year.
Until then had lived my whole life without knowing what it's like to have a living being cheerfully ricochet off my skull.
Left: Minimal line art drawing of a cat that is enclosed in a pink rectangle. Label: Kitten is completely full of crimes Right: the same cat art but twice the size. The same size rectangle covers only the bottom of the cat. Label: Adult cat contains the same amount of crimes but it does not dominate all of their behaviors
Ok, the pseudepigrapha ascribed to unlikely Biblical characters are getting out of hand now
That is the most common kind of war, to be honest.
I went out into our back garden during the haying last year, and fled back into the house. And that was *definitely* plants and fresh air.
(NB. I am not complaining about the haying. But you probably don't want to be in the middle of it unless you have to.)
A savage, magnificent, virtuosic and unlikely to be surpassed evisceration of "Mummy's Favourite".
www.lrb.co.uk/the-paper/v4...
oh cool, we're at the "I have this knot of anxiety in my chest which I can't do anything about because it's entirely due to the overall geopolitical situation" stage again, nice, happy Monday everyone
I had this exact problem with the ending of Buffy Season 5, and I felt that no-one cared.
UNTIL NOW
It's not like a *canal* boat. It's a giant metal boat full of oil! So much less vulnerable!
My favourite is still the "historical" facebook post about Jane Seymour (uxor Henri. octa) that was illustrated with a photo of Dr Quinn, Medicine Woman.
We turned away from the light when we invented a way to go online without the computer screaming in warning.
Coffee, straight out of my nose.
I do NOT volunteer
Got a great idea, lads! How long can a canal take to build anyway? And the water's RIGHT THERE!"
"MOUNTAIN HARD AND BIG. WATER NO UP. MANY MANY DIG DIG"
And anyone thinking of *invading* Iran should have a look at a map showing the borders of Iran. And the mountains.
*All* the mountains.
Half dark elf, half sheep, fully defanged of the author's intented horror in the name of silliness and whimsy and whatnot. We killed him in seconds.
I went & found a Baldur's Gate 3 mod for arachnophobes to be able to play the game without suffering the sight of a single spider. Instead, all spiders are now sheep.
Behold the drider from act 2, with half the legs but twice the wool, prompting debate over the ethics of humanoid mutton consumption
I know that one
The one thing that unites English parties of every variety across the political spectrum is not knowing what Northern Ireland is
Shock and Uh.
Why does no-one leave steaming hot pies next to street-level open windows these days? This is not the future the Beano promised us
obligatory link to one of my favorite fanfics ever, Anthony Bourdain in Narnia.
archiveofourown.org/works/137185
delightfully the New Yorker blogged it!
www.newyorker.com/recommends/r...
Every ocean disaster story is either "they did everything right and planned perfectly then 1800 one in a million things lined up in a row to kill them" or "they rowed out 4 miles into a category 2 hurricane in a rubber dinghy with no life vests while drinking brandy from the bottle and drowned"
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Yes.
Staph infections were fatal so often that we distinguished them by what part of the body they attacked first. "Childbed fever" is a term for a variety of post-birth complications that killed a lot of women. There are reasons wet nurses used to be so common. (And they're not all class-based.)
A large Regency house. Two sisters named Emilia and Charlotte talk on an upper floor. "Mister Blackwell has come to call again." says Emilia as she looks out of the window "Oh, how I despise his uncouth manners and electric bicycle!" Charlotte says "Sister, you will end up a spinster if you insist on a historically accurate suitor." and continues "The romance novel has changed, Emilia, and so must we." Emilia replies "Easy for you to say. You are engaged to the richest werewolf in the county!" They are walking through the house. Charlotte says "Look at Cousin Lucy: She is quite plain, yet made a most advantageous match with the dragon queen of nalthrax." "True." says Emilia opening the door. The tall, solid figure of Miuster Blackwell stands at the door wearing a top hat and tailcoat: "Ladies, I triumphed In my ice hockey match and won ten thousand a year in sponsorship! Miss Emilia, will you be my bride?" he is holding a hockey stick. Emilia swoons into Charlotte's arms.
A romance cartoon for the @theguardian.com
My friend recently attended a funeral, and midway through the eulogy, he became convinced that it had been written by AI. There was the telltale proliferation of abstract nouns, a surfeit of assertions that the deceased was "not just X—he was Y" coupled with a lack of concrete anecdotes, and more appearances of the word collaborate than you would expect from a rec-league hockey teammate. It was both too good, in terms of being grammatically correct, and not good enough, in terms of being particular. My friend had no definitive proof that he was listening to AI, but his position—and I agree with him—is that when you know, you know. His sense was that he had just heard a computer save a man from thinking about his dead friend.
You can’t offload emotional labor. Believe me, I’ve tried
the people who spread the “female brains are bad at math and spatial reasoning” lies should be tried at the Hague
