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  • mirkokosmos:

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  • lazyevaluationranch:

    11/7 Today the Farming Gods sent us an Adventure. You never want the Farming Gods to send you an Adventure.

    lazyevaluationranch:

    11/7 Today the Farming Gods sent us an Adventure. You never want the Farming Gods to send you an Adventure.

    lazyevaluationranch:

    11/7 Today the Farming Gods sent us an Adventure. You never want the Farming Gods to send you an Adventure.

  • A truly terrible situation has arisen

    We have neither biscuits, nor chocolate, in the house.

  • rememberwhenyoutried:

    There goes my most comfortable bra, fuck

    Oh, that is always a terrible day.

  • Got the Music Go Music album a little while ago, it’s bloody brilliant.

  • seananmcguire:

    blastingradio:

    Now that is some vintage sports goth

    Run.  Run as if the moors themselves are chasing you.

    For lo, they probably are.

    I swear this belongs in Nightvale.

  • Grump

    When I was trying to buy my Austin 1300, every person I rang said “Oh, it sold”. Way over priced, virtually scrap ones were selling for 800 quid. Now I’m trying to sell mine I can’t get rid of the damn thing.

    It’s been on Car and Classic for two weeks

    It’s been on e-bay for a week (87 watchers, no bids, ended).

    It’s not the cheapest on there, but that’s ‘cos it’s actually got an MOT and and runs and shit like that.

    Bollocks to it.

  • Whelp, there goes the willpower

    I’ve been trying to keep my unruly lack of willpower related tendancy to buy crap off the internet under control by a process alteration. Traditionally I’ve been leaving links open for me to decide in the evening of any given day whether I might want to buy/fund/donate, which leads to me hitting the next evening after a long day at work at which much of my willpower has been sapped* and just going “oooh, shiny, *CLICK*”.

    Instead I’ve been gathering many of them together in a clump at the end of my many-tabbed browser and poking them.

    For example, in terms of stuff, there’s Haphead, Night Witches, The Rise of Aurora West, Tomorrow was the Golden Age, Gwenno (Feminist Welsh ElectroPop!)… and that’s just some of the stuff.

    There’s donations to EFF and FTTF.

    Then there’s the distressingly discontinued skirt, which may be the was the fall of the willpower. I’ve wanted it for quite a while and rediscovered it, it popped into the list for consideration and then, today, I noticed it’d changed to ‘Discontinued’. 

    Noooo! 

    * I’ve been dealing with a lot of slopey shouldered people recently.

  • When it hit above 43 degrees celsius in Sydney, weird things started happening. And by weird, I mean that bats. Just. Die. They can’t regulate their heat anymore. They just fall down and die. Loads of them. Birds stop singing, because it’s too hot to sing. 

    The world just goes quiet.

    And there’s me, standing there, thinking: well, more people need to know about this. There’s the abstract effect of climate change, but there’s that back of the neck chill, that absolute atavistic *fear* that something has gone terribly, terribly wrong when *the birds don’t sing anymore*.

    That’s what climate change is. Yes, yes, sea levels rising, increased instability due to food security and everything else.

    But it’s going to get too hot for the birds to sing.

    That should scare the fuck out of you. 

    Dan Hon (via worsethandetroit)

    The bats falling and dying would break my heart.  I’d try to save them.

    Can you set bird baths in shade—artificial if you can make it?  I know the water will heat, but it’s better than nothing, and you can throw in ice cubes from time to time to cool it down.

    Yes, I would actually try, at least for my own spot on the earth.

    (via tamorapierce)

  • lazyevaluationranch:

    11/2 Today Goofus the Peacock killed a mouse and instead of eating it right away, decided to wander around the pasture carrying it in his beak. The feral cats always appreciate dead-rodent-based performance art, so they followed behind Goofus single file to make a Very Exciting Dead Rodent Parade.

    At one point Goofus stopped and put down his rodent and one of the feral cats dared to sniff at it, and Goofus unleashed The Most Terrifying Honk, something along the lines of I WILL END YOU AND EVERYONE YOU LOVE AND YOUR BONES WILL BE FORGOTTEN ON THE FROZEN EARTH WHEN I SNUFF OUT THE SUN AND SING THE STARS TO DARKNESS I AM THE DEVOURER AND DESTROYER OF ALL THINGS

    The feral cats, previously unaware that the Death Of The Universe And End Of All Things is currently living as a peacock, ran off at about fifty miles an hour and hid under the barn for the rest of the day. They didn’t even come out at milking time to beg for goat milk, which is a first.

    We probably should not have named the Death Of The Universe And The End Of All Things “Goofus,” actually.