Et cetera, &c.

Quotations and photos and reblogs of cool stuff other people did.

Looks like our cat is getting an early start celebrating Easter this year.

Looks like our cat is getting an early start celebrating Easter this year.

christian-glibertarian:

whittneydoll:

inaeturnum:

whittneydoll:

I don’t even understand vodka, like I don’t think it’s horrible or anything, there’s just… nothing to it. I’ve had expensive vodkas and inexpensive vodkas as well as middling vodkas and they’re all the same to me. Gin is where it’s at, in my opinion. Gin is flavourful, and smooth and gives you a much better high than vodka does. 

Gin is the drink of kings. Saintsbury’s basic vodka taste the same as Grey Goose, IMO, its all cat-piss to me.

Thank you! Vodka reminds me of teenagers who just began drinking and don’t know what they like yet, so they put vodka in their fruity drinks just to get drunk. Gin is just… lovely all around whether you’re having it a alone or in a cocktail.

Gin tastes like pine. *ducks*

Technically, it tastes like juniper, which is a completely different conifer.

“I can’t just waltz out of here now; I’m wanted. Dammit. My beard betrayed me!”

Freeman’s Mind, Episode 28

sharkchunks:

fennecwolfox:

oeste:

misterhippity:

I tried a 2-D printer once, and the paper jammed.
So now I just painstakingly re-create my paper copies by hand, like a medieval monk.

i tried using paper, but the edges crumpled
so now i just chisel my commandments into stone, like old testament god

I tried using stone, but it cracked and broke.
Now I just scream everything at passersby, hoping they’ll remember what I said so I can ask them about it when I need it.

I tried shouting things at passersby but they ignored me.
Now I emit allohormones in a gypsobelum that bonds selectively with the recipient’s hemolymph to reconfigure their bursa copulax into a copulatory canal. I can only say one thing, “I want to mate with you,” but really, what else ever needs to be said?

sharkchunks:

fennecwolfox:

oeste:

misterhippity:

I tried a 2-D printer once, and the paper jammed.

So now I just painstakingly re-create my paper copies by hand, like a medieval monk.

i tried using paper, but the edges crumpled

so now i just chisel my commandments into stone, like old testament god

I tried using stone, but it cracked and broke.

Now I just scream everything at passersby, hoping they’ll remember what I said so I can ask them about it when I need it.

I tried shouting things at passersby but they ignored me.

Now I emit allohormones in a gypsobelum that bonds selectively with the recipient’s hemolymph to reconfigure their bursa copulax into a copulatory canal. I can only say one thing, “I want to mate with you,” but really, what else ever needs to be said?

too-many-facets:

I’m trying to figure out how to clue readers into the core parts of Inkblot’s story early on while not being too blunt about it. Plot-relevant rambling over Inkblot below, primarily so I can figure things out while quietly opening things up for input.

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Well, my storytelling abilities are mainly limited to prose, so I only have a vague idea of how graphic design factors into it. Still, your idea seems sound. The closest analogue I can think of is a book cover, and there are some really good abstract book covers that convey nothing but a particular aesthetic. (The first edition of Insomnia by Stephen King springs to mind.)