Lover of books, rats, and things that are nifty. Atheist, liberal, historian, scientist.
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
You can’t believe in Great A’Tuin,” he said. “Great A’Tuin exists. There’s no point in believing in things that exist.”
“Someone’s put up their hand,” said Urn.
“Yes?”
“Sir, surely only things that exist are worth believing in?” said the enquirer, who was wearing a uniform of a sergeant of the Holy Guard.
“If they exist, you don’t have to believe in them,” said Didactylos. “They just are.” He sighed. “What can I tell you? What do you want to hear? I just wrote down what people know. Mountains rise and fall, and under them the Turtle swims onward. Men live and die, and the Turtle Moves. Empires grow and crumble, and the Turtle Moves. Gods come and go, and still the Turtle Moves. The Turtle Moves. “
From the darkness came a voice, “And that is really true?”
Didactylos shrugged. “The Turtle exists. The world is a flat disc. The sun turns round it once every day, dragging its light behind it. And this will go on happening, whether you believe it is true or not. It is real. I don’t know about truth. Truth is a lot more complicated than that. I don’t think the Turtle gives a bugger whether it’s true or not, to tell you the truth.
Terry Pratchett, Small Gods (via gadding-about)
Dammit, Joss. I shipped those two characters.
Deep in the snow, in the middle of a windswept moorland, a small band of traveling librarians sat around their cooling stove and wondered what to burn next.
Tiffany had never been able to find out much about the librarians. They were a bit like the wandering priests and teachers who went even into the smallest, loneliest villages to deliver those things—prayers, medicine, facts—that people could do without for weeks at a time but sometimes needed a lot of all at once. The librarians would loan you a book for a penny, although they often would take food or good secondhand clothes. If you gave them a book, you got ten free loans.
Sometimes you’d see two of three of their wagons parked in some clearing and could smell the glues they boiled up to repair the oldest books. Some of the books they loaned were so old that the printing had been worn gray by the pressure of people’s eyeballs reading it.
The librarians were mysterious. It was said they could tell what book you needed just by looking at you, and they could take your voice away with a word.
Terry Pratchett, Wintersmith (via fragmentsshoredagainstmyruin)
This is a ring made from dinosaur bone, meteorite, and gold.
I feel like this ring probably has supernatural powers.
And even if it doesn’t, it’s quite a lovely thing.
Prairie Dog Pups Pop Up at Maryland Zoo
The Prairie Dog habitat at the Maryland Zoo is popping with pups – literally! The staff reports that new pups are poking their little heads out of their burrows daily. They’ve counted 17 so far.
Visit ZooBorns to see more cute photos and to learn about the species.
Awwww! :) So cute!
(Source: zooborns.com)
finally done the story of the “virgin” mary and her immaculate conception for my sequential art final. very happy with how this came out/that it’s finished.
this is beautiful, good job!
This is actually how I said it probably happened.
I just laughed myself into space
Cat singing consists of standing two inches in front of other cats and screaming at them until they give in.
Terry Pratchett, “The Amazing Maurice and his Educated Rodents” (via twin-city-ankh-and-morpork)
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The class was learning about some revolt in which some peasants had wanted to stop being peasants and, since the nobles had won, had stopped being peasants *really quickly*.
Terry Pratchett, Soul Music
(via iliff)
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my-funny-little-brain-is-boring:
Ever wonder how dinosaurs got it on? These bizarre scientific scenes — by an illustrator who worked with Halstead — imagine how the 30-ton prehistoric behemoths had sex.
I’m sorry, but why? Who does this?
These people are perverts, they really put a lot of thought into the faces.
Yo, the lady brontosaurus is UNIMPRESSED.
i just reblogged dinosaur porn, congratz this blog is finally complete
i´m done with this site
so that’s why the sea is salty
well fuck
Brb I’m going to go laugh for ten years
AHOY MATEYS, I AM ROBERT MOUSEY JR., BUT YOU CAN CALL ME CAPTAIN BOB
(Source: amandaonwriting)
Asking the real questions
