A Pill Caddy Full Of Bees

I was on a team that found a walrus tusk on a late IR2 site in central Jordan. We all knew what it was instantly, but just kind of sat there, telling ourselves stories about how it got there. It was plain and unmodified, and probably one of the coolest things the team ever found.

they should invent a sleep that is restful

many of you just. genuinely don’t believe that people can grow and change.

this is about the death penalty and its also about call out posts about people who have already apologized for things they did a long time ago and it’s also about using ‘toxic’ or ‘abuser’ as if its an immutable class of person, and its also about any other circumstance with permanent consequences or wherein you assume someone is still the same person they were.

but that's beyond the scope of this post

for about a year, i worked at a call center for sprint. i have a similar kind of story. a woman called, and said she had a question about the call history on her bill. “sure, let me just pull up your account-” and she cut me off going, “no, no, it’s not anything specific, it’s just. so, if you change the time on your phone, does that change the time on the bill?” “uh… no? the time on the phone doesn’t matter, the call history is recorded by the towers.” “ohhhh” she said in the saltiest voice i have ever heard “so even if you changed the timezone it wouldn’t change the time on the bill? to, say, the middle of the night?” i stg yall i looked into the camera like i was on the office. “um… no? it would still be the local time of the tower. is there anything else i can help you with?” to me, overly chipper: “nope! thank you! have a great day!” turning on someone as she hung up: “she says yoU’RE A LYING SACK OF-” i still mean-snicker every time i think about it.

Mutuals are a lot like cats in that you kinda have to harmlessly pester and annoy them sometimes

*brushes all your fur the wrong way so you look like a feather duster*

reblog to pet your mutuals the wrong way

Special Event: All Horses’ Birthday (Southern Hemisphere only)

Special Event: All Horses' Birthday (Northern Hemisphere only)

Had a nap and dreamed that the term in chess for removing a piece from the board was “eating out” (as in “my rook eats out your bishop”). There was also a procedure by which a piece could be returned to the board called “eating in”.

reading this as someone who does cross stitch but is scared of the other kinds of embroidery is like overhearing an incredibly tall and buff person say they have beef with Mr. Tom, the kitten that chills at the bookstore

FUCK Mr. Tom and his stupid little fluffy tail ok. And his little charted designs.

Okay, but this neglects the true villain of embroidery stitches: the French knot

Don't you dare malign my girl again

Ok the french knot is very useful but it is a BITCH to do it consistently

We talk about how this website’s hate mail game is insane, but this might just be a new level

So this was less “vague and unhelpful,” and more “directly calling me out on the conversation I was having when I checked tumblr.”