Big Bot Bits

It's definitely been a week. How did it get so normal and sensible on Tumblr, while the grumpy shouty people are off on Twitter? So odd...

This is why Mr. Fry will always have a seat at my table.

Amen.

I was having a conversation about religion with this guy and he asked me what I would do if I got into heaven and had to sit next to God. I told him I wouldn’t take the seat.

Stephen Fry, Archdeacon of common sense and critical thinking. Don’t believe everything you’re told just because it’s accepted by the majority.

I think what’s also important to note is that WWII was not fought on US shores, allowing it to be romanticised. The war isn’t glamourised in Europe the way it is in the States. Pearl Harbor isn’t viewed as a huge tragedy, but rather one of the final acts of a far more brutal conflict. And, with the exception of the UK joining in the “war on terror”, Europe by and large hasn’t had another major war, so shaken were we by WWII.

When I was in 6th grade I had a teacher who would play the “Proud to be an American” song and video every day after the pledge and make us all sing it and do a little dance to it. Every. Single. Day. 

the cover to Mandrake the Magician (1966) #1 by Don Heck and Mike Peppe

Damn well said.

the sad thing is, everyone thinks they’re so forgettable, or they don’t mean anything to anyone. but you don’t see your high school friend, smiling to themselves, when they think about your quirks or how dramatic you used to be whenever you got a crush. you don’t see the person who saw you around a lot but was always too shy to talk to you. you don’t remember the person you helped, and maybe you didn’t do much for them, but you didn’t know that they were having a shitty month and you sparked their first real smile in weeks. you don’t see the person that secretly loved you too, who never forgot the soft words that you said, or the way you smiled whenever you saw them, or how you reminded them of sunshine and flowers; and how the thought of you pops into their mind more than you will ever know and in the randomest of places. you will never know that a soft song or strawberries or a sunset will remind someone of you. they will go to the beach and think of you for some reason, until they remember that the last time they saw a color as beautiful and as profound as the ocean was when they looked in your eyes. no one knows their impact on people, or their worth. no one thinks they will be missed when they leave, but they don’t know that once you go into someone’s life, even for a fleeting moment, you stay forever, and you take up a soft place that no one else could ever replace.