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Hi guys. Good to see so many of you are still around. 

I really want to write a post about my struggle with my addiction to writing posts, but I feel that would be counterproductive. 

I’m not kidding, though. I’ve realized I have had an honest-to-god blogging addiction for the past ten or so years, to the point that my life revolved around it and everything else was sort of a theater I played around in to have something to talk about on the internet.

So that doesn’t sound particularly healthy, and I quit cold turkey a while ago. It was probably good for me. I am considerably less emotionally volatile now.

Though I miss it like crazy, which is how this post came about, because the last week I haven’t been able to get it out off my head. There are words there, and they want to be written. I feel kind of incomplete without it, but I’m not all that confident about my ability to not get swept up again if I start. Perhaps I’ll turn to twitter and work on being less wordy. 

So I’m just gonna stand back and see how posting something affects me. Maybe I can stay on top of it, in which case awesome, then I can write stuff maybe a couple hours a week and it’ll be fun and educational. Or I’ll go completely manic and obsessed and have to tell myself NO in firm capitals, in which case this is goodbye for at least another half a year or so. 

I guess time will tell.






okay so i’ve never actually played D&D but i know a bit about it and i’ve always wanted to try it


I legit feel so bad for what I’ve done to Snapper Carr’s Song of Ice and Fire game, and yet I can’t stop.

This is so true it hurts

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The Defibrillator Toaster

My mom would be so annoyed… every morning I would run into the kitchen screaming “WE’RE LOSING THEM!!! BEEP BEEP BEEPBEEPBEEP!”


He’s bread, Jim.

Time of deliciousness: 7:15 A.M

If we don’t restart his heart , he’s toast! 



“Daddy’s in a butter place now, kids.”




If we don’t restart his heart , he’s toast!

Best. Laugh. Ever.

I’m toast. 

FUCKING YES this is back on my dash.

Reblogging again for puns.

Wow, If I am ever called to a toaster-related incident, I am going to steal all of these.

Because of… rapport building Q__Q

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Cable and Domino by Kevin Mellon

Cable & X-Force is coming out soon, and it’s the real deal.

The first issue was splendid but I can’t afford this many comics, I really can’t.

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Okay fandom. Normally I think the people complaining that slash fandom erases female characters are making a mountain out of a molehill, but. You literally erased Rumiko’s name and replaced it with Steve’s and then reblogged it 380 times like it was some major literary achievement?

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im gonna find shrek m-rated fics

don’t read shrek m-rated fics

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"Samuel L. Jackson seriously wants to be in the new Star Wars movies. He doesn’t care how it happens, he doesn’t care how many arms he has or how dead he is, or if he has to somehow do this as Nick Fury instead of Mace Windu."


Is there anyone among us who doesn’t think Star Wars could use a little Nick Fury? (Source)

…it’s a universe with a well-established history of just cloning the shit out of people at the slightest excuse. Samuel L. Jackson could theoretically play every role in the next movie without it being that implausible, by Star Wars standards.

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Holy shit I would pay twice the going rate for a movie ticket to see a film performed entirely by Samuel L. Jackson. I don’t even care what film. Star Wars, Pride & Prejudice, Sherlock Holmes, The Godfather…Any. Movie.

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“From the first moment I met you, your arrogance and fucking conceit made me realize that you were the last motherfucker in the world I could ever be fucking prevailed upon to marry.”

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It is a truth fucking universally acknowledged that a single motherfucker in possession of a giant motherfucking fortune must be in want of a goddamn wife.

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“The fucking recollection of what I said—of my fucking conduct, my fucking manners, my motherfucking expressions during it, is now, and has been many fucking months, goddamned painful to me.  Your reproof, I shall never fucking forget: ‘had you behaved like less of a motherfucker.’ Those were your goddamned words.  You know not, you can scarcely fucking conceive, how they have tortured me.”

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“Really, Watson, you fucking excel yourself,” said Holmes, pushing back his chair and lighting a cigarette. “I am bound to say that in all the fucking accounts which you have been so good as to give of my own small achievements you have fucking habitually underrated your own motherfucking abilities. It may be that you are not yourself fucking luminous, but you are a motherfucking conductor of light. Some people without possessing genius have a fucking remarkable power of stimulating it. I confess, my dear fellow, that I am very much in your fucking debt.”

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Motherfucker, mama always said life was like a box of fucking chocolates. You never fucking know what you’re gonna get.

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To fuck up a motherfucker or to not fuck up a motherfucker, that is the question.

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Guys this is the kind of thinking that got Snakes On A Plane made

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But soft! What fucking light through yon motherfucking window breaks! It is the fucking east, and that motherfucker Juliette is the fucking sun

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“Harry, you’re a mothafuckin wizard.”
“Say what?”
“Bitch, did I stutter?”

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“A little motherfucking sea-bathing would set me up for fucking ever.”

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“About three goddamn things I was absolfuckinglutely postive. First, Edward was a motherfucking vampire. Second, there was a part of his sparkly blood drinking ass — and shit if I know how strong that part of the cold bastard might be — that thirsted for my blood. And third, I was fucking unconditionally, irrefuckinvocably, in motherfucking love with the pale ass blood drinking motherfucker. “

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We want the finest motherfuckin’ cakes known to humanity. We want them fuckers here and we want them fuckers now!

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“One day, and that fuckin’ day may never come, I may call upon your bitch ass to do me a motherfuckin’ favor.  But for now, consider this a fuckin’ piece of generosity on the day of my daughter’s fuckin’ wedding.”

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“You cannot fucking stain a motherfucking black coat.”

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“And none for Gretchen motherfucking Weiners, bye.”

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“My good fucking opinion, once lost, is lost forever, motherfucker.”

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We must be as swift as the fucking cold river, with all the force of the badass typhoon, screw shit up like the goddamn fire, mysterious as the mutherfucking dark side of the motherfucking moon.

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The wand chooses the god damn wizard motherfucker!

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Mr. Kane was a man who got everything he wanted and then lost it. Maybe Motherfucker was something he couldn’t get, or something he lost. Anyway, it wouldn’t have explained anything; I don’t think any word can explain a man’s life. No, I guess Motherfucker is just a… piece in a jigsaw puzzle… a missing piece.”

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Guys Star wars happens “A long long time ago, In a galaxy Far Far away” Fury hasn’t been born yet in them.

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Only if you assume that George Lucas was making a documentary. Otherwise for all we know the actual intended audience of the piece was Jack Harkness sitting around on Boeshane in the year 5122.

Also this seems to indicate a despicable lack of faith in the time travel abilities of Nick Fury.

Or that you think our current Nick Fury is not himself potentially a clone of the Furies that existed a long time ago in a galaxy far, far away.

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…and now I am picturing Samuel L. Jackson as all three Greek Furies.

“We’re here for vengeance, motherfuckers!”

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Either way, you’ll be receiving a visit from Director Fury shortly. I strongly suggest you have an explanation prepared.

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It could be said that James Bond is a cultural icon meant to reinforce a number of ideas about what it means to be a man. He’s surrounded by trappings of traditional masculinity- the perfectly fitted suit, small handgun (because a real man doesn’t need a Rambo-style machine gun to do the job), straight razor shave, uncomplicated and unsweet cocktail. For succeeding at manliness, he’s always rewarded by saving the day and having unrestricted sexual access to women.

In this scene, Silva threatens not only James Bond, but all of the masculine ideal, with rape and attempts to make that masculine ideal into an object instead of a subject. This act instantly identifies Silva as the villain- as he’s not only threatening England, but manliness as a concept. But Bond refuses to let Silva make him into an object- he returns the serve by implying that it might not be his “first time,” and by doing so, that there’s nothing inherently lesser or unmasculine about having homosexual relations. After this scene, Silva stops using emasculation as a technique and starts to go after Bond’s true weakness- his relationship with M.

All the reasons why I loved this scene. 


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Luminous Fiber Optics Bed Cover

That is very pretty and all but how would you sleep?

I assume you would start by closing your eyes.


That’s actually really pretty. And I assume there’s an off-switch or a plug you could pull if it was too bright.

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It’s really way past time that I made up my mind on whether I want to go for a PhD or not, and in the same vein whether I want to be a scientist or a techie. Because my skill set is tending more towards ‘really really awesome at science-themed board games’ or ‘odd but funny family member that can answer questions of inquisitive children’ than anything practically useful.

And I have to pick my last few courses before I graduate. And I want to take experimental particle physics, because come on. Awesome. But then to be honest I’m probably not good enough to ever really make it in the academic circuit, and I doubt that I would even manage a passing grade in the PhD-courses (we take the same courses, but master’s students pass with lower marks, and the times I’ve done well enough to pass at the PhD level are easily countable on one hand) and… I don’t really want to spend my life being the weird uncle who can explain to my successful friends why their gizmos work the way they do while they have actual jobs making said gizmos?

And also science is kind of crushing my self esteem because I’m usually a smart person and that has always been at the center of my self-image, and then I take these theoretical physics courses and I’m pretty much the dumbest person in the room and I’m struggling with the math and it just seems to be really easy to these other people? Who are admittedly really good so I guess it’s understandable that I have a hard time keeping up, but. I sometimes fear that I am living in a dream world and will never ever be of any worth to society because I’m in way over my head and in fact, not useful? So that’s not my favorite situation yet I seem to be unable to resist the urge to go back to it again and again because I really really like physics. I wish it liked me back. 

I should really try to do my degree project at a company (they sometimes even pay you money for it and hey, money! I like money) but I kind of want to follow the physicists around and build huge particle detectors instead. But I feel a bit like a charity case around them and that’s not fun :/

Comfort me tumblr. I dunno, tell me I have worth as a person even if my academic results are mediocre :c


I don’t remember much of the trip back.  Just Carol’s voice, dimly — telling me to hang on, hang on.

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