A place to throw rants and ravings of mine so that they are said but without having to go through the hassle of saying them to anyone. Something of an experiment, I suppose.

“After Lord of the Rings and Game of Thrones, I want to write a medieval fantasy for Sean Bean where he has a nice day and things go well.”

ritapseudonym:

gingerhaze

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Mapping the human geodude
monkeytypist: (via Pharyngula).

monkeytypist:

(via Pharyngula).


up-schist-creek: mattcoker: :} OK, this is cute.

up-schist-creek:

mattcoker:

:}

OK, this is cute.

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You’re welcome.

You’re welcome.


So, after all that hype during election time, what has golden-boy Obama really DONE? ... Well, this.
ilovecharts: Explain the Internet to a 19th Century British Street Urchin via meetapossum First, I would give him some Old Magazines, to catch him up slowly

ilovecharts:

Explain the Internet to a 19th Century British Street Urchin

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First, I would give him some Old Magazines, to catch him up slowly

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monkeytypist: (via rosasparks:rosemarysbabyjane:ridic)  Ice burn.

monkeytypist:

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 Ice burn.


Bard

This song speaks straight to my heart probably more than it should. Listened to it four times tonight, about to go for a fifth.

(courtesy of Tripod)

Meet you by the Art room door
In a circle on the hallway floor
Teacher held you back again
For drawing ogres in your text-book margin
Keeping your eyes down and dodging oranges on the bus-trip home
Every day you’re battle-scarred

But you grow up to be a bard,
You grow up to be a bard.

Hurt yourself at sports again
You’re not made for muddy games
Limping home through quiet streets
Sprinkler spits a snare-drum beat
Kids down on the vacant lot throw rocks at you,
For talking to yourself again.
Days like this are way too hard.

(You grow up to be a bard)
You grow up to be a bard.

You tell your own daughter stories,
She’ll get some dice of her own one day.
They can trademark the name all they like,
It’s all ripped-off Tolkien anyway.
Cause dragons and dungeons go back,
They go back a long, long way.

(They won’t go away)
They won’t go away.

(Meet you by the Art room door)
In a circle on the hallway floor.
I made up a new map last night,
It’s got a dragon and a wizard fight!
Once the ranger and the thief get here, we can lock the door
Shut the noise out from the yard,
Then we can let down our guard

You grow up to be a bard…

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