many excellent questions
THIS HAD BEEN DRIVING ME NUTS FOR FOREVER.
So there. Now I have figured it out.
People who I suspect have thought about this less than me:
- Peter Jackson
- real geneticists
Bless you for making this.
Hmm, then this makes the multiple-partner marriages make sense, hmmmm? That crack fic of mine is not looking so cracky now.
Afternoon selfie, sun is magic, everybody is somewhere away and I don’t feel like crap anymore, yay.
I also have a cake for the later afternoon. Maybe tomorrow morning. We’ll see.
Data analysing! And chocolate.
There’s some kind of EU vs US golf match and Dwalin
I mean not really,but Claude really feels like that was watching it on his phone duing the coffee break. We talked about the weather in Scotland (where the match takes place) and then I told him about the differences between the second meanings of hot/warm in english and czech.
Then of coure his collegue came in and tri-languages-double-meanings discussion ensued, crowned (does english uses this phrase or is it just czech leaking thourgh?) by “But I told him I was hot not warm.” which is absolutely not funny outside the context.
I probably shouldn’t be writing dwarves enjoying the sunshine, but hey, 24 years on the road and all that jazz. Where did stay while in Dunland anyways? Also, what about vitamin D?
In other news, the cute-pantsies-with-nice-words shop that kickstarted some time ago is running now, so go and buy some underwear. :)
Aaaaalright, back to work. See you!
Jonathan Franzen is going to hate this.
Magic writing app! Called Novlr. (that sounds like people of tumblr might like it, right?)
I think it’s cool. It tried it and I like it. Go and have a look. Try the beta. Kick the Kickstarter. Tell your writing firends. Go back to petting your cat in your evil overlord dungeon. Or stuff like that.
Because We-howeveryouspellit-day…I mean Wed-ness-day…it’s like marring a Nessie, you CAN remember that!
ndnesday is in October, right? Like in not September anymore, right?
Yes, this week has been cloudy with a chance of feels. Mornings are the worst. But hey, I got out of bed and went to work and actually managed to do something useful and stuff.
*Wake Me up When September Ends playing in the backgroud*
I mean seriously, can’t it be October already?
Also, mum’s idea to go on holiday somewhere warm at the end of september is pretty much priceless
(I’ve been actually quite well and stable, just busy, most of the week, only today is…)
Summer has come and passed
the innocence can never last
wake me up, when September ends…
(Also also, the photo is from here, in case you wondered)
But they obsess over Finland instead of Japan.
"MOI. MY NAME IS JANE SMITH, BUT YOU CAN CALL ME TAHTI VANHANEN. I EAT SALMIAKKI FOR DINNER. THEN I GO INTO MY MAKESHIFT SAUNA THAT I MADE BY PUTTING A HOT GEORGE FOREMAN GRILL IN A RUNNING SHOWER WITH THE DOOR CLOSED AND LISTEN TO METAL. VOI PERKELE!!!! I’M AMERICAN BY BIRTH BUT FINNISH AT HEART. SUOOOOOOOOOMIIIIIII FINLAND IN MY HEART FOREEEEEEVEEEEEERRRRR! MOI FOR NOW."
Wai-O-Tapu near Rotorua, North Island of New Zealand.
judging from this and the lack of other live updates you can see I’m mostly fine, my mum is on holiday and I’m writing a New Zeland inspired fanfic.
For more stories from my trip down there go to the hobbit koala tour tag
the most wtf error message of today
I mean, where else should the description of the atoms be if not in the input?
I think once you accept that you’re alone, it starts to feel a little better. You start to enjoy your own company and those silences you dread are no longer filled with that ache of loneliness. You start to focus on yourself; you find your own happiness, or your own definition of it.
You find out about yourself, your identity not defined by the people around you.
You find you.
Dang but being able to cast “Summon Groceries” on Tesco is super convenient
i’m bored while doing my latin homework i am this close to translating the opening monologue to star trek into classical latin someone stop me quick
caelum. finito terminalis. is cursus est de commissi navistella. sui legatio quintus-annus - munduses ignotus novus exploro. lux nova et cultus novus sequor. cedo audacius quatenus homonis aput iit.
I have a serious problem.
"White Wine in the Sun"
We went to Gabin’s place again, but this time there was his mum and we didn’t have to cook and everything was so familiar and nice and friendly.
And then we sat at the terrace and in the sun and I felt like the song.
Sitting in the sun. With people who’ve been nice to me since the day one.
And unlike in the morning the tears in my eyes are the happy kind now.
And I’m warm.
So yeah, this looks like it might be a good day eventually.
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i am kind of sad ok
this cat’s name is Princess Monster Truck
See, I’m a well balanced adult. With red and blue fingernails.
I should buy a the-nail-colour-thingie remover. It looks like I’m gonna need it soon. Also, my vocabulary is shining brightly today too.
who am I kidding, it’s that part of the year and it took me half and hour to stop crying after I woke up…
But hey, red and blue fingernails! :D
wake me up when September ends
please, please, pretty please?