leeeeeeeeeegooooooooolaaaaaaaaas:

In the beginning the Rings of Power were created. This has made a lot of people very angry and been widely regarded as a bad move.

thatscienceguy:

The Kea; The worlds only snow-inhabiting parrots, they live in the alpine environments of the south island of New Zealand, and they are thought to be the Smartest parrots in the world, so smart that they are put up there with Chimpanzees and Dolphins.

Scientists have set up many puzzles which have determined that Keas are one of the best problem solvers, even when completely wild. Demonstrating group coordination, where one of them would hold open a lever while the other gets the food out, then they share!

Watch this David Attenborough documentary, “Kea - The Smartest Parrot" skip to 6 minutes in if you just want to watch them dismantle puzzles set up by researchers.

They are so smart that they actually get bored with their daily lives of gathering food and making babies, and so they play games, which residents surrounding Mt. Cook despise as it usually involves taking apart cars, TV aerials, and other things that are usually expensive to replace. 

tetheredstrings:

From The 50 Greatest Love Letters of All Time, edited by David H, Lowenherz

tetheredstrings:

From The 50 Greatest Love Letters of All Time, edited by David H, Lowenherz

tastefullyoffensive:

Yer a hazard, Harry! [ferribitch]

tastefullyoffensive:

Yer a hazard, Harry! [ferribitch]

Days before Britain declared war on Germany, Maddie flew by herself to the other side of England, skimming the tops of the Pennines and avoiding the barrage balloons like silver ramparts protecting the sky around Newcastle. She followed the coast north to Bamburgh and Holy Island…The Northumbrian coast is the most beautiful length of the whole trip. The sun still sets quite late in the north of England in August, and Maddie on fabric wings flew low over the long sands of Holy Island and saw seals gathered there. She flew over the great castle crags of Lindisfarne and Bamburgh to the north and sough, and over the ruins of the twelfth century priory, and over all the fields stretching yellow and green toward the low Cheviot Hills of Scotland. Maddie flew back following the 70-mile 2,000-year-old dragon’s back of Hadrian’s Wall, to Carlisle and then south through the Lakeland fells, along Lake Windermere. The soaring mountains rose around her, and the poets’ waters glittered beneath her in the valleys of memory—hosts of golden daffodils, Swallows and Amazons, Peter Rabbit. She came home by way of Blackstone Edge above the old Roman road to avoid the smoke haze over Manchester, and landed back at Oakway, sobbing with anguish and love; love, for her island home that she’d seen whole and fragile from the air in the space of an afternoon, from coast to coast, holding its breath in a glass lens of summer and sunlight. All about to be swallowed in nights of flame and blackout. Maddie landed at Oakway before sunset and shut down the engine, then sat in the cockpit weeping.

More than anything else, I think Maddie went to war on behalf of the Holy Island seals.

Elizabeth Wein, Code Name Verity (via meeichner)

monobeartheater:

chief-blue-meanie:

chief-blue-meanie:

“I keep rearranging the letters of my sisters The Beatles sign on her bedroom door.

She is not happy.” 

I’ve given up trying to make them normal.

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ok and now there’s another one

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i didnt know the beatles could become so many words

gordman2:

Humorous Movie Marquee Mash-Ups

plays

sofriel:

tickatocka:

a kitten trying super hard to fight a ceramic cat statue

THANK U 4 THIS

Wow. That sucks. Hope things at your get back to being awesome tomorrow, and stay that way
Me too! Thank you. Blissfully I have tomorrow off and plan to sleep a lot and maybe not put a bra on all day yisssss.

I had to deal with such a horrible guy at work today. Unpredictable, angry, paranoid, (unstable?) and convinced that someone was hacking into his personal accounts using the library computers and what was I doing about it where were the police. My hands and voice were shaking so hard, it took almost an hour for them to properly stop. Especially my hands. Like, my mind was okay but my body was freaking.

Also this morning a lady grabbed a handful of my hair and was all “it’s going to rain tonight.” She didn’t pull it or anything but, um, no.

And yesterday a young man told me he was “raised to be a sasquatch, by his father, who was a sasquatsh - what do you call them here? Lumberjacks!” He then got excited about a child he thought was swearing in Russian and started swearing eagerly back. He tried to hug me. When I went out for lunch he was in the carpark, cheerfully yelling “shizer!” at no one. Later we found a bottle of vodka in the paper recycling.

I do like my job but WOW will I be glad when we’ve built the new library and will have a security guard again.