In Search of the Happiness Max

prowlish:

the-goddamazon:

pardonmewhileipanic:

red3blog:

pardonmewhileipanic:

notcuddles:

nesft:

Crow: CROW YES!

It’s actually impossible to measure how many fucks a corvid give because there is no device sensitive enough to register such a tiny amount.

science/animal side of tumblr… explain to me the birb thing

Tail Pulling is a behavior noted in many corvids. The practical application is to create a distraction that will allow the birb to make off with the target’s food. Imagine being in the lunch room and a large fellow has a Twinkie you covet. You can’t just take it from him because he’ll defend his Twinkie. But if you thwap him on the back of his neck and then dash around to snag the Twinkie while he investigates, you stand a decent chance of enjoying spongey goodness. This is basically that in birb form.

Except corvids don’t only do this as a distraction. Sometimes they seem to just being doing it to mess with other animals/birbs. But to use my lunch room analogy, there are times you might thwap someone sneakily on the back of the neck just for amusement. Primates exhibit behavior that appears to be just be annoying other animals for amusement. Given how intelligent crows are, its not unlikely that this is a manifestation of an innate desire to just fuck with someone else for the fun of it. Such as this from the link above:

THANK YOU FOR THE BIRB KNOWLEDGE

Lmfaooooo assholes

birds really are such assholes

Poor doge! Such shock! So confuse! Wow.

kissedbysnowfire:

hanbei-l-of-ransei:

huffingtonpost:

See all of the functionality of this amazing home unit here.

(Developed by MIT Media Lab)

That man is telekinetic

This shit would such so much if you were drunk tho

There are two types of tumblr users…

jessicameats:

running-right-off-the-track:

'Look Batman - a dog!'

'Quick Robin, pet it!'

was this show even real

What the hell are these from because I need to see it?

I believe this is the Holy Musical B@man!

Holy shit - it’s ALL ON YOUTUBE. And put there by the production themselves. I think I know what I’M doing this eve!

uterusfactory:

This is my look

Oh my goodness - I think this is the best thing I have ever seen.

uterusfactory:

This is my look

Oh my goodness - I think this is the best thing I have ever seen.

allthingsunconsidered:

Elizabeth, of House Windsor, the Second of Her Name.


Win.

allthingsunconsidered:

Elizabeth, of House Windsor, the Second of Her Name.

Win.

abandonedography:

One of the most interesting and distinctive landmarks of mid-Cornwall, this is the granite outcrop of Roche Rock and the ruins of the chapel perched at the top.
Roche Rock by snowyturner

Roche Rock - wooooooo!
I have been here twice. Once when I was a small child - small enough that the memory of it became mixed with a dream I had about it the following night. In my ‘memory’ we had a picnic on a rock beneath it, then went to climb the tower inside, and were chased by witches!
You can see why I was suspicious of this memory, and by the time I was a teenager had a assumed it was a dream. BUT THEN WE WENT BACK THERE ON A FAMILY HOLIDAY. There were no witches, but you can climb all over this fucker, and there are metal ladders inside the tower to allow you to do this.
It’s a pretty awesome place. It was a hermitage and is in the middle of this vast empty space of flat ground, on an outcropping of rock. Except for the road, it’s ferns and sky in flat, flat land all around, and Roche Rock in the middle of it. Both my father and I drew Roche Rock on the second visit. Alas, I have neither of the drawings to hand, although my dad, who is nifty with watercolours, later painted it, too.
I can see why living alone in such a striking and beautiful place, contemplating the world, and what must be a stunning view of the stars at night, could be a fulfilling life for a hermit.
Also, its name is a tautology: Rock Rock*. So that’s pretty cool, too.
There are a lot of awesome photos/drawings/paintings of Roche Rock on Google image search. You can see the inside, including the metal ladders (which were a lot longer in my childhood dream-memory). Here’s a nice artistic B&W photo of it surrounded by its sea of ferns. A rock you might sit on for a picnic.
Seriously, guys, I would love to go back to this place and thorough recommend it to other people. And it’s not like Stone Henge - you can climb all over that shit - they even made you ladders. It’s just the most spectacular, yet also kind of humble, place.
*It both is and isn’t as silly as it sounds. The nearby town is ‘Roche’, so it’s the striking rocky outcrop of Roche… but one suspects that the town is also named after the nearby striking rocky outcropping, so the town and the rock have come to name each other.

abandonedography:

One of the most interesting and distinctive landmarks of mid-Cornwall, this is the granite outcrop of Roche Rock and the ruins of the chapel perched at the top.

Roche Rock by snowyturner

Roche Rock - wooooooo!

I have been here twice. Once when I was a small child - small enough that the memory of it became mixed with a dream I had about it the following night. In my ‘memory’ we had a picnic on a rock beneath it, then went to climb the tower inside, and were chased by witches!

You can see why I was suspicious of this memory, and by the time I was a teenager had a assumed it was a dream. BUT THEN WE WENT BACK THERE ON A FAMILY HOLIDAY. There were no witches, but you can climb all over this fucker, and there are metal ladders inside the tower to allow you to do this.

It’s a pretty awesome place. It was a hermitage and is in the middle of this vast empty space of flat ground, on an outcropping of rock. Except for the road, it’s ferns and sky in flat, flat land all around, and Roche Rock in the middle of it. Both my father and I drew Roche Rock on the second visit. Alas, I have neither of the drawings to hand, although my dad, who is nifty with watercolours, later painted it, too.

I can see why living alone in such a striking and beautiful place, contemplating the world, and what must be a stunning view of the stars at night, could be a fulfilling life for a hermit.

Also, its name is a tautology: Rock Rock*. So that’s pretty cool, too.

There are a lot of awesome photos/drawings/paintings of Roche Rock on Google image search. You can see the inside, including the metal ladders (which were a lot longer in my childhood dream-memory). Here’s a nice artistic B&W photo of it surrounded by its sea of ferns. A rock you might sit on for a picnic.

Seriously, guys, I would love to go back to this place and thorough recommend it to other people. And it’s not like Stone Henge - you can climb all over that shit - they even made you ladders. It’s just the most spectacular, yet also kind of humble, place.

*It both is and isn’t as silly as it sounds. The nearby town is ‘Roche’, so it’s the striking rocky outcrop of Roche… but one suspects that the town is also named after the nearby striking rocky outcropping, so the town and the rock have come to name each other.

untitled-boy:

Game of Thrones deaths in 8-bits

The Battle of Blackwater, tho.

sophiamcdougall:

rifa:

maxkirin:

So, let me guess— you just started a new book, right? And you’re stumped. You have no idea how much an AK47 goes for nowadays. I get ya, cousin. Tough world we live in. A writer’s gotta know, but them NSA hounds are after ya 24/7. I know, cousin, I know. If there was only a way to find out all of this rather edgy information without getting yourself in trouble…

You’re in luck, cousin. I have just the thing for ya.

It’s called Havocscope. It’s got information and prices for all sorts of edgy information. Ever wondered how much cocaine costs by the gram, or how much a kidney sells for, or (worst of all) how much it costs to hire an assassin?

I got your back, cousin. Just head over to Havocscope.

((PS: In case you’re wondering, Havocscope is a database full of information regarding the criminal underworld. The information you will find there has been taken from newspapers and police reports. It’s perfectly legal, no need to worry about the NSA hounds, cousin ;p))

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HELLO

Bookmarking the hell out of this.

However, I discovered when writing ROMANITAS that saying “I’m writing a book” is actually a magic password that will get you anywhere and make people tell you anything. “Hello? I’ve just cold called you.  I’m writing a book. How would I go about breaking into your building, please? And would anyone be likely to discover me once I was there?” “YOU COULD BE IN THERE FOR DAYS.”

"I need to look around this place." "I’m sorry, we’re closed." "But I NEED to. I’m writing a BOOK." "…Okay, how about I not only let you in but give you a guided tour of places the public doesn’t normally get to see?"

Once, I was in a branch of Boots and for some reason the security guard had decided to loom over me while I did my shopping in a “You look like a potential shoplifter, you shifty so and so” way.  So I made my purchases, came back to him and was llike, “Well, I have your attention anyway. Im writing a book. Will you please tell me how one can disable a security alarm?” And not only was he like I SURE WILL but every time I went back into that Boots he would sidle up to me and tell me how to commit some other kind of crime. It got to the point of PLEASE STOP NONE OF MY CHARACTERS ARE COMMITTING CHEQUE FRAUD. 

I miss getting to do this, it doesn’t come into play much when you’re setting things in space.

Rereblogging for Sophia’s stories - ahahahaha, awesome!

I have too much social anxiety to do this, but still.

Auto-reblog for Raving Maurice.

ericscissorhands:

"Some women are lost in the fire. Some women are built from it."

Love this.