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Where's my Breakfast?

Oil on Panel 30x30 cm

Artist: Daniel Arthur

he’s an unreliable narrator TO YOU. i believe him

and after all this im still horny. the human spirit is unbreakable

Top left clockwise: Keith groover, Jordan Simons, Bret Crow, Harry Hansen

WHAT holy shit that’s wildly cool

i fart in me tomb

people online: watching anime is inherently pedophilic

people in real life: let's hold a beauty pageant for 6 year olds 😍

My boyfriend has really vivid, elaborate dreams. He’ll often wake up and talk about some grand narrative- travel, exploration, politics, performances. I’ve always been a little jealous, he can hold really good plots together for them sometimes.

But anyway, this does have a downside; vivid, elaborate dreams make for vivid, elaborate nightmares. I can usually tell when it’s one of those nights, since he grinds his teeth pretty badly.

I was never quite sure what to do when I knew he was having a bad time of it, though the grinding alone was enough to worry me and push me towards intervening. I used to just shake him gently, hope to rouse him just enough to reset the dream or something, but it wasn’t too effective and anyway waking him up all the time isn’t good for rest.

I’m rather proud of the strategy I eventually settled on: gently, so as not to wake him up, I’d lay one arm across his hands, wrapping his fingers around me so that he was holding on. Nightmares being nightmares, I can usually count on a pretty tight grip when this happens.

It may seem a little odd, but consider that holding on to something with both hands is typically a very agentic frame of mind. We hold on to things that give us power, in one way or another, and possessing objects often makes us feel powerful in some respects. That has consequences, even for a dreaming mind.

I knew it was working when he woke up rather mystified from one such dream, and told me that he’d been running through the caverns of some dungeon or cave system, pursued by monsters, but then all of a sudden he was holding a giant anime sword and fought them off instead. So I got to be a sword for him that night, I was delighted.

I don’t usually get to know exactly what happened, since even for a very vivid dreamer like Ritter, nine tenths of these things get forgotten. But I know I’ve been things like door handles, steering wheels, stuff like that. And even when I don’t know what I am to him, he doesn’t grind his teeth nearly as much- the sleep is deeper and more peaceful, so I get plenty of feedback that it’s working.

It’s such a perfect encapsulation of love in microcosm, isn’t it? No matter how much you mean to them, and how much they mean to you, the gap between two conscious lives is fundamentally separating you. But fundamental does not mean insurmountable. There’s this whole world in him, full of dreams and perspectives that I’ll never truly experience. But I will be a part of those worlds all the same, finding little ways here and there to make sure that the dreams of me make him a better, stronger, and happier person.

Or at least, so one hopes. It’s a difficult challenge, and things often go awry. But usually you get at least a little lucky.

happy biblically accurate friday again garfie baby to those who celebrate

thank u earth for leather & fur & sex & pottery & laughter & rain & the lilac bush & hay in a field & cows to eat the hay & thank u earth for a perfect view of the moon

i go to the shop and I ask if they have any raspberries. they say no, they used to sell raspberries, but they haven't had any in stock in the last 15 years. I ask if there's somewhere else I can go to buy raspberries. They say no, with confidence and pride, they're the only shop around who has ever sold or will ever sell raspberries. Other shops might sell other fruit, sure, but they have a monopoly on all raspberries forever. I ask if they're possibly planning on them selling them again in future? they say they can't tell me that.

on the way home, I encounter someone eating raspberries. I ask and they tell me that they grow their own, they got some seeds from the shop back in The Raspberry Days and kept them. They take me to a field of many beautiful raspberry plants and invite me to pick my own, they're free for all the town to pick whenever they'd like.

someone comes up behind us. It's the shop manager, President of Nintendo Shuntaro Furukawa. he hatefully throws a bob-omb that blows up and kills both of us instantly for stealing 200 trillion dollars worth of potential Raspberry Shop That Doesn't Do Raspberries Anymore profits that they weren't making and then he turns around to the camera with a big thumbs up and says don't do piracy or something ok please

i go to the shop and I ask if they have any raspberries. they say no, they used to sell raspberries, but they haven't had any in stock in the last 15 years. I ask if there's somewhere else I can go to buy raspberries. They say no, with confidence and pride, they're the only shop around who has ever sold or will ever sell raspberries. Other shops might sell other fruit, sure, but they have a monopoly on all raspberries forever. I ask if they're possibly planning on them selling them again in future? they say they can't tell me that.

on the way home, I encounter someone eating raspberries. I ask and they tell me that they grow their own, they got some seeds from the shop back in The Raspberry Days and kept them. They take me to a field of many beautiful raspberry plants and invite me to pick my own, they're free for all the town to pick whenever they'd like.

someone comes up behind us. It's the shop manager, President of Nintendo Shuntaro Furukawa. he hatefully throws a bob-omb that blows up and kills both of us instantly for stealing 200 trillion dollars worth of potential Raspberry Shop That Doesn't Do Raspberries Anymore profits that they weren't making and then he turns around to the camera with a big thumbs up and says don't do piracy or something ok please

I found this on reddit, instantly saved it, and knew I had to share it here

YOU hate JK Rowling!

I Saw The Money Grow

dire wolf drama has led me to learning that one of the most major anatomical differences between them and all living canids is that they had Massive Dick Bones indicating their swinger lifestyle

Oh yeah, one of my favorite thing at the tar pits museum was seeing one mounted with its baculum! you NEVER see that in museums, they usually don't mount specimens with it!

Seriously, the tar pits are the best thing in LA.

What do they do with the baculums if they don't mount the skeletons with it? Do they just keep a stash of detached various animal baculums in a drawer somewhere?

It depends on the museum and how the mount was made!

Some mounts are composites, where they take the best bits of various fossils. Those usually don't have baculums because they might not represent an animal of a specific sex, so they leave it out because the mount represents the animal generally, not a male specifically.

Other times it doesn't preserve! As you can see, the baculum doesn't actually articulate with any other bone! It's in some soft tissue and can get lost quite easily! And most baculums are fairly small; for example, a chimp baculum is usually less than an inch long, so it's quite easy to lose during excavation.

Then there's the mount-making process itself. It can be really tricky to make a mount that correctly positions the baculum, and if your museum doesn't have its own fab shop- like if you're buying in mounts- you might not have a choice.

And then there's really old mounts where they left them out intentionally because you can't show somebody a PENIS BONE at the MUSEUM.

Next time I'm at the Field, I'll go in and check which of the modern skeletons that should have them don't. Could be interesting! Also I have never been to a museum that has a mount with the os clitoris/baubellum, which is the analogue that's found in the clitoris of species that have bacula. Maybe the Museum of Osteology does- I should email them and ask...