So I'm just sitting here at my computer, scrolling Tumblr, when a little male Giant Brown spider hits the bottom windowsill behind my screen. Almost immediately a HUGE female Giant Brown scurries up to it. They sit there listening for each other for a moment, then the female moves closer, feels the male trying to get away, and pounces on him, grabs him, and carries him off out of sight.
Spider procreation is so distressing to see.
Also, I need to deep clean my room.
My Dad: "The Melrose [apple tree] also has some massive pups."
Me: " . . . . . "
Me: "Just so you know, you should expect some... weird reactions... if you use the phrase 'has some massive pups' in public."
Look at this. Look. At. This.
I don't give a flying flet how unfinished or crude this is. I love it. It's cute and whimsical and the lack of polish just inspires me to share my own stuff.
At the same time, I am awed by anyone who is able to coax this much of their artistic vision out of a damn computer.
Hehe, cow
Perhaps... perhaps Sauron could have become anything he wanted to, anything at all, with all that power, but he chose to become a gigantic glowing red eye simply because he couldn't comprehend that it looked ominous, he thought it looked great, he wasn't intentionally trying to scare or intimidate anyone. He was just that divorced from reality, and nobody dared to tell him otherwise.
Kind of like bureaucracies and corporations that commission terrifying and oppressive Brutalist architecture think it looks "rather nice, actually," because their aesthetics are skewed that far away from how ordinary people see the world... so far that "oppressive," "looming," and "unsettling" seem like positive traits.
From episode 90 of the podcast "Lingthusiasm":
More power to that guy, he is a kindred spirit, but also
It's a talking coin.
Sounds interesting, right?
Well, it's a tiny, tiny copper piece, much smaller than a modern penny, and it only says one thing, over and over.
"I am groat."
@is-it-a-man
I swear to god one of these days were going to see a video of Amaury Guichon and he's going to be making some wings and they are going to look dope as hell, the detail of each feather will be breathtaking, he'll spray paint them to perfection, but as the video goes on, he's not building any sort of winged creature, just the wings. And then there's a human-sized harness (also made of chocolate, somehow, he can do it). And he's attaching the wings to the harness. And he's putting the harness on and he demonstrates how he can flap the wings. And then he'll be off. Out the window and up and up and up. And we'll be looking at the livestream (it's a livestream now) and we'll scream "No, Amaury, the sun! It's going to melt the wings!". But he knows this already. And he is free.
shhhhh guys be quiet we need to be quiet or else the bears will hear us. as long as we all keep quiet (everyone liking this post) we will be fine just don't do anything to alert the bears okay?
--Hey, didja hear what happened to Brett?
--No, tell me!
--Well, last night, some assholes came out to his dock and ripped off his Johnson.
--What?! Is he gonna be okay?
--Yeah, he was in bed, he slept through the whole thing.
--How can someone sleep through getting their Johnson ripped off?
--Yeah, he's a pretty heavy sleeper, I guess.
--That's... so weird. But is he gonna be okay?
--Oh, he's not hurt at all. They never even came in the house.
--Wait, what?!
--They didn't actually make much noise. But now he needs to borrow your truck.
--To go to the hospital?
--Huh? No, to pick up his spare.
--His spare what?
--His spare Johnson. It's in his shop.
--Okay, why are you messing with me like this?
--What! He's got his spare Johnson up at his shop. He just needs your truck to bring it down here.
--He needs my truck. To pick up his spare Johnson. And attach it, right? After getting his original Johnson ripped off, and he didn't even wake up... or bleed out! Look, what the...
--Well, they didn't actually rip it off, I meant he got ripped off. They had tools, and they unbolted it from the back of the transom.
--...Transom??
--Yeah, you know, the board at the back of the skiff? Where the motor sits?
<long pause>
--You're talking about an outboard motor. A fucking Johnson brand outboard fucking motor.
--Uh, yeah? What did you think I was talking about?
I have thousands of shitposts, rants, and essays sitting in notebooks, left over from decades of not using social media or having many friends. Hold on tight.
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