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Then we applied it to the "three" "parts" of the "world" (Europe, Asia and Africa).

Then upon discovering there were more than three bits a Science was airdropped in, so that it was now a large distinct contiguous landmass, a definition which worked perfectly for approximately one Australia, having found to their horror that it turned out Europe, Asia and Africa were connected.

Before there was Moo Deng, there was William.

This little blue hippopotamus, known affectionately as William, has been a fan favorite at The Metropolitan Museum of Art for over a century. Dating back to Egypt’s Middle Kingdom (c. 1961–1878 BCE), William was likely placed in tombs to offer protection in the afterlife.

His bright faience glaze and lotus decorations connect him to the Nile’s waters—but don’t let his charm fool you! Ancient Egyptians knew that hippos were both revered and feared, making William a powerful symbol. He epitomizes the Egyptian craftsmanship of the era.

Take a closer look at William on JSTOR.

This is "Arras", by Mark Lewanski, and the medium is G L A S S.

Anyway, the next night we watched a thing about some pig man who is supposed to live in Vermont. People said it had claws and a pig nose but walked upright like a man. Now, I happen to know that sideshows used to shave bears and present them as pig men. So every piece of evidence they gave of this monster sounds to me like a bear with mange.

So now the running joke in our house is that everything is bears. Aliens? Bears. Loch Ness monster? Bear. Every cryptozoological mystery is just a very crafty bear.

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We’re almost 258,000 notes short of the Committment To The Bit Tumblr Curse goal, or what I am choosing to call:

The Bear Nessiecity

[The Poison Pen: How Confident Are We About Iocane?

Samuel J Stellpflug, Jon B Cole, Eric J Lavonas]

[Please note that the authors of this Poison Pen do not have personal concerns with iocane exposure as we used our heartbroken years on a pirate ship to build up immunity to the poison on the off chance we might be presented down the road with a battle of wits to the death with a Sicilian who has kidnapped our long lost loves.]

To find a home in my body is to tell a story that doesn’t exist