Thank god who made a singularly imperfect world in order that people might work off their superfluous energy in order to straighten it.
I know my soul hath power to know all things,
Yet she is blind and ignorant in all:
I know I’m one of Nature’s little kings,
Yet to the least and vilest things am thrall.
I know my life ‘s a pain and but a span;
I know my sense is mock’d in everything;
And, to conclude, I know myself a Man—
Which is a proud and yet a wretched thing.
Look, just play along with it
THERE now, that wasn’t so bad was it?
We’ve got no idea where this comes from. Cow-in-a-wig is just a random reaction GIF, come unmoored from whatever originally created it. An ad for milk? A Russian sitcom? A desperate cry for help?
Anyway, we liked it so…
Last Week Tonight got Right Said Fred to record a special version of ‘I’m Too Sexy’ for Bashar al-Assad, because it turns out it’s on his playlist. I don’t understand why my Facebook wall isn’t full of people talking about how awesome John Oliver is all the time.
The Rugrats don’t have time for your gender-essentialist bullshit.
I NEVER NOTICED THAT YOU COULD TELL THEM APART BY THEIR EARLOBES
This ‘alternative map’ of London shows that there’s much more green space around the capital than you might have thought
Here’s a zoomed in version of that key:
The map was produced by Peter Boyce for the Greater London National Park project
It’s supposed to help make the case that…
"I, ____[insert name]____, hereby acknowledge that at any given moment during Game of Thrones, ____[insert name of favorite character]____ may perish in a soul-crushing and utterly depressing manner.
I relinquish all rights to my emotional health as I continue to watch this series, well aware that any hopes or desires I have for positive outcomes are destined to go unfulfilled, and understand that the only real outcomes of this show end in heartbreak, disappointment, gore, and cold, unmerciful destruction. …
I hereby disregard my trained expectations for narrative television, understanding that this show has no respect for ___[insert any character]___’s moral ideals, and all traditional acts of heroism or nobility shall likely be met with terrible and undeserved retribution. No one is safe, and I have no right to treat the show with scorn or malice when another kind-hearted individual has his or her eyes gouged and head imploded by the callused mitts of a brute no viewer has ever cared about.
It is with all this in mind that I, ___[insert name]____ willingly continue to watch Game of Thrones, and freely invite the feelings of awful, hopeless agony imposed by the narrative events of said program.”
Today, a look at the contributing compounds to ‘old book smell’, and the origins of the less well researched ‘new book smell’: http://wp.me/p4aPLT-hV
Books don’t get old. They get better.