Lawsuit: homophobic Hawaii cop arrested women for kissing in public
*sigh*
Day: November 1, 2015
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i love how many men clearly hate women being successful. i love making men feel uncomfortable because i’m living my life and doing things better than them.
You’re a slightly below mediocre artist that no one has ever heard of
I don’t think you’ve ever made anyone uncomfortable, sweetheart. Do you even have a single colour in your palette that doesn’t look like it was mixed with pond water?
im so confused i dont even do art. this is the funniest insult ive ever gotten. THEY INSULTED MY PALETTE. i love this
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After months of eager waiting I can finally share this… meet Dakotaraptor, the giant dromaeosaur from Hell Creek! This is the first giant raptor known from this formation, and—more significantly, in my view—the first giant raptor with robust, obvious, unmistakable quill knobs. At over 16 feet in length, this magnificent fellow was in the upper size range for Utahraptor, though very differently proportioned: where Utahraptor is stout and muscular, Dakota was lanky and lithe, like a scaled-up Deinonychus. Here I’ve shown it alongside the early shorebird Cimolopteryx for scale.
This is the first of two major illustrations I’ve done for the study. Don’t want to overwhelm everyone at once, so I’ll hold off on the other for a day or so.
Now excuse me while I climb to the top of a mountain and shout to the heavens… yes, we now have proof that large dromaeosaurs were feathered. Deal with it.
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Even though our first cat door had a noisy electromagnetic lock that ran off the mains via transformer (I tell you, dinosaurs still walked the earth back in the mid-80s) Kasha and Lilith mastered the concept not only of cat doors but collar-keyed locking cat doors with unsettling speed.
They also mastered what would happen to the tomcat three doors down (it was because of him we needed a locking cat door in the first place) when they got him to chase them…
It reached the stage where we could tell the process of the chasing by sound alone. From the distance: mrrrOOOAAWrrr. (beat) From the kitchen: Chik-clack. Chik-clack. (beat) CLUNK.
The tomcat never learned, and it reached the stage (seen at least four times by one, other or both of us) where they would zip inside then turn around and watch the impact happen. Finally he just gave up and ignored them, though his nose looked a bit…Persian…by then.
Cats do have a sense of humour. Just not a very nice one. And schadenfreude is one of their favourite concepts…
Pardon me, I’m just going to wail with laughter over here for a few minutes.
All entirely true. We started to feel like we were living in a Warner Bros. cartoon. One of the late 50s ones…
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…it’s a graphic standards manual joke. I had to reblog it.
…as an ex-tech writer, I’m also obliged to reblog it. ;)
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Wakey Wakey
Sometimes my tired old MacBook won’t wake from sleep.
Lets be honest, there are lots of things it won’t do anymore, including ‘staying switched on’, sometimes.
But one of those things is that if it’s left open and goes into sleep mode, sometimes it won’t wake up. It clearly starts to, the fan kicks in, the screen flickers briefly, then it just sits. I’ve tried leaving it – sometimes it’ll stay like that for a very long period (at which point I usually power cycle it), sometimes it crashes and reboots itself. It does appear on the network, but SSH et al. don’t seem to be up at the point at which it stops. So it seemed, until today, rebooting or waiting for a crash were the only options.
But yesterday I had a brief dink with a network app on my phone – when for some inexplicable in the reason the router decided to tell everyone it was connected to the internet, but not actually be connected. Or at least, not sharing the internet-love with the devices in the house. And I wasn’t sure, initially, if it was my flakey laptop, or the router. Things were generally being odd. So I used the networking tools app on the phone. And lo, it was the router, and lo, it was rebooted. Everything was good.
But it clearly stuck in my head that I could send ‘Wake on Lan’ signals via the app, because when the MacBook wouldn’t come on, I remembered that I could send it a wake-up from the phone.
And lo, it worked.
And I was stunned.
So yay for small victories.
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“You’re clearly your father’s daughter” is a sentiment I hear fairly frequently, in various forms.
If anyone could see me now, frantically developing whole new skillsets to finish a costume in the next 2.5 hours, they would realize I’m very much my mother’s daughter, as well.
I’m over here merrily busting my butt teaching myself basic leather working without proper tools so I can make a drop-leg penny-whistle holster (because obviously), and it turns out there were legit army surplus web belts, canteen, and drop-leg pouch in my little brother’s old dress up chest at my parents’ place.
Pros: They already look weathered and distressed and beat to shit! I don’t have to make them!
Cons: They smell like mothballs and the military clearly did not have pennywhistles in mind when designing their pouches.
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FIVE-YEAR-OLD DISCOVERS DINOSAUR, NAMES IT AFTER HERSELF, DROPS MIC FOR THE REST OF HER LIFE
FIVE-YEAR-OLD DISCOVERS DINOSAUR, NAMES IT AFTER HERSELF, DROPS MIC FOR THE REST OF HER LIFE
On a fossil-hunting trip with her family, five-year-old Daisy Morris found the remains of a previously undiscovered dinosaur, which is now named Vertidraco daisymorrisae. The new dino is not only a previously unknown species, but an unknown genus, making Daisy’s find a really big deal. It’s a pterosaur — a winged flying dino — about the size of a crow, which lived 115 million years ago.
Hell. Yes. You Go, Daisy Morris.
Naming shit after yourself. A true scientist.
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I’ve been drawing creppy creatures and spoopy specters for Inktober. Here are a handful that I scanned.
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I don’t like any of the pics I have of me, but here are my penny whistle holster and bag-for-making-the-world-green-again.