are you allowed to eat the giant maraschino cherry or is that part of the sword?
all i can say is that around these parts we know a thing or two about big fucking cherries every day one minneapolis resident gets to eat the cherry off the spoonbridge and they replace it from a big jar they have in the back
When your friend tells you something good, but utterly incomprehensible
i know a lot of people mock when certain songs are overused on character playlists but I will never judge someone for putting bubblegum bitch on one. If you decided that your little tv guy is miss sugar pink liquor liquor lips who am I to say he’s not
It is that time, you have no choice,
So I was reading I May Be Some Time by Francis Spufford and
[The masculinity of Arctic explorers was built] around a set of virtues conventionally recommended to women. Endurance, perseverance, resignation: all three were excellent things for every Christian soul to aim for, but all three, more particularly, formed part of the equipment with which a virtuous woman was expected to face the tribulations of her state. (p. 129, emphasis original)
and
[Now it seemed] that the travails which so assuredly made men of them also, in a sense, made them women; which produced a sort of sympathetic equivalence between mariners surviving the huge indifference and overmastering cold of the Arctic, and the travails of a lonely governess amidst a chilly household. It meant that Arctic heroism, strangely, was relevant heroism, with the natural environment of the poles compelling men to wait, suffer, and be patient, in the same way as the human environment compelled women. (p. 130, emphasis added)
[The arctic explorers' feminine grace under pressure] did not mean surrender; it was more [...] a deliberate decision to inhabit the impossible situation on one’s own terms, rather than flailing uselessly against it. Explorers seemed to have grasped it who, for example, chose to care for each other in extremis rather than seizing the last minimal chance for survival. (p. 131)
NORTHERN HEMISPHERE GANG WE MADE IT TO THE SHORTEST DAY. ITS ALL UPHILL FROM HERE
now 😏who’s up for a bit of a benjo 😏😏
parent cats are crazy because they have the protectiveness of a parent but at the end of the day theyre still just cats
your mama plays with toy mouse. and feather on stick
See, our first mistake was trying to have a civilization in northern Europe between October and February. The darkest three months of the year should be for staying home under the blankets, midwinter festivals, and getting blind drunk when the sun goes down at 4 pm like the bog gods intended.
boss calling me asking why I left work early, and I’m sitting in the peat bog with the slime up to my neck. no, I’m not coming in tomorrow, I say. the ghosts of my Paleolithic ancestors are whispering to me. fine, I say. yeah, I’ll get a doctor’s note. a skeletal hand erupts from the depths proffering a swamp-blackened chunk of birch bark. someone has scratched a perfectly filled out Arbeitsunfähigkeitsbescheinigung in an unknown pre-Indo-European language. it’s for a whole week off, which is nice. i pour a little of my whiskey out into the bog, as a token of appreciation.
i speak to the bog in halting proto-germanic bc it’s as close as i can get, but that’s like six thousand years too late for most of the bog gods, who haven’t been paying attention to mortal affairs since the Neolithic. the corpse of a dead Wendish prince translates for me. he’s spent a lot of time with other bog ghosts, and picked up a pretty stunning variety of languages. but sometimes he has to ask the others for help for tricky concepts like farming or the internet that the bog gods don’t have words for. O Gods of the Bog, i ask, what wisdom do you have for escaping the ennui of modern life?
there are distant ululations and strange misshapen figures stir in the mist. sacrifice your king to the bog, the reply comes. strangle him and throw his head into the mire, with offerings of iron and gold. i sigh. It’s no use trying to explain we don’t have a king anymore. That’s their answer to everything.
Thanks Google, just what I wanted!
Polar Exploration Heritage Post
modern nerd woosterposting and friends
The Posts are going viral again so sure, I'll dig through my drafts. Two of these were written for the same story. Can you guess which ones?
watching a video on brewing Mesopotamian beer and look at this orange man (his ass cannot guard the barley)
you forgot the best one
they won't tell you this in therapy but sometimes the best way to stop catastrophizing/anxiety is to interrupt your spiraling with "girl what the hell are you talking about"
My foster dog’s adventures in motherhood
Some more
I'm kind of obsessed with how Patrick Stewart is Not gay. He's literally straight he just acts like that. Ian McKellen is gay so it's easy to think logically that so is Patrick Stewart but he's not. Unparalleled. Don't call yourself an ally unless you kiss your gay friends on the mouth
And it'd be easy to think Well maybe he's just private about it because he's old, yknow. But literally at this point I think he'd be like "oh yeah I'm bi I just like marrying women" or whatever if he Was. If he was closeted he wouldn't be publically kissing Ian McKellen on the mouth. I think he just went to Shakespeare School with a bunch of queens and that's where he learned how to socialize
I mean his book does talk about exactly this.
“I was around a lot of gay people and imitated their flamboyant mannerisms. Anyway here’s a half dozen times I nearly ruined my life because I was hypnotized by a beautiful woman.”