the holidays are over, and i haven't written a paragraph worth of text. why am i only productive when i'm supposed to be doing something else?

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this guitar solo makes life worth living.

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ССССУУУУУУКККААААААа!!!!111расрасрас

@темы: star trek

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29.12.2016 в 12:40

Пишет  Арчи Хмелевский:

29.12.2016 в 00:37

Пишет  стотыщ проблем:

Сходил проверить.
Правда, всё так и есть.

@темы: repostkin

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about spider-man/deadpool #12

i was reluctant to even read this ish, since the usual crew (kelly & mcguinness) took a break from the series, apparently. however, it managed to surprise me and turned out to be great!
making jokes at the expense of a deadly foe? that's just so them. more under the cut!

i'm not a huge fan of captain rogers, but this made me chuckle.



why fight if you can PARTY



spidey falls victim to deadpool's fizzy drink of dubious quality and goes full wander. everything is amazing.



seriously though, just look at this. holy shit.

@темы: deadpool, marvel, don't ask, spider-man, wander over yonder

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just a note to self, this is exactly where wander stands. now i have a word for it.
oh, and this is where dr. jones stands.

@темы: wander over yonder

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i'm writing a thing

gotta cross 'sexual favors' off the 'acceptable poker bets' list
acceptable bets: money, valuable personal items, magical hats, sexual favors. there, done. i can indulge in writing kinky shit involving wander later. maybe never.

upd: oh wow, four hundred words in one day. i'm gonna finish this in no time.

@темы: wander over yonder, ets

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@темы: repostkin

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shit, how do i stop giggling?

Bidnis	n. What you get down to or stay out of other people's, as in, "That ain't none a yore dad-burned bidnis!" (Southerners don't like "s" before "n", do you?).
City slicker	n. Wunna dem smaht fokes whut lives in town.

Doohickey	n. A Southern thingamabob.
Cackleberry	n. Egg. Go figure.

A Glossary of Quaint Southernisms

@темы: quotes, useful links

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that's what bodyswap oughtta look like, i reckon

@темы: repostkin

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@темы: repostkin

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just one of my favorite hpmor moments, nothing to see here, folks.

Madam Malkin was a bustling old woman who didn't say a word about Harry when she saw the scar on his forehead, and she shot a sharp look at an assistant when that girl seemed about to say something. Madam Malkin got out a set of animated, writhing bits of cloth that seemed to serve as tape measures and set to work examining the medium of her art.

Next to Harry, a pale young boy with a pointed face and awesomecool blonde-white hair seemed to be going through the final stages of a similar process. One of Malkin's two assistants was examining the white-haired boy and the chequerboard-gridded robe he was wearing; occasionally she would tap a corner of the robe with her wand, and the robe would loosen or tighten.

"Hello," said the boy. "Hogwarts, too?"

Harry could predict where this conversation was about to go, and he decided in a split second of frustration that enough was enough.

more

"Good heavens," whispered Harry, "it couldn't be." He let his eyes widen. "Your... name, sir?"

"Draco Malfoy," said Draco Malfoy, looking slightly puzzled.

"It is you! Draco Malfoy. I - I never thought I'd be so honoured, sir." Harry wished he could make tears come out of his eyes. The others usually started crying at around this point.

"Oh," said Draco, sounding a little confused. Then his lips stretched in a smug smile. "It's good to meet someone who knows his place."

One of the assistants, the one who'd seemed to recognise Harry, made a muffled choking sound.

Harry burbled on. "I'm delighted to meet you, Mr. Malfoy. Just unutterably delighted. And to be attending Hogwarts in your very year! It makes my heart swoon."

Oops. That last part might have sounded a little odd, like he was flirting with Draco or something.

"And I am pleased to learn that I shall be treated with the respect due to the family of Malfoy," the other boy lobbed back, accompanied by a smile such as the highest of kings might bestow upon the least of his subjects, if that subject were honest, though poor.

Eh... Damn, Harry was having trouble thinking up his next line. Well, everyone did want to shake the hand of Harry Potter, so - "When my clothes are fitted, sir, might you deign to shake my hand? I should wish nothing more to put the capper upon this day, nay, this month, indeed, my whole lifetime."

The white-blonde-haired boy glared in return. "And what have you done for the Malfoys that entitles you to such a favour?"

Oh, I am so totally trying this routine on the next person who wants to shake my hand. Harry bowed his head. "No, no, sir, I understand. I'm sorry for asking. I should be honoured to clean your boots, rather."

"Indeed," snapped the other boy. His stern face lightened somewhat. "Tell me, what House do you think you might be sorted into? I'm bound for Slytherin House, of course, like my father Lucius before me. And for you, I'd guess House Hufflepuff, or possibly House Elf."

Harry grinned sheepishly. "Professor McGonagall says that I'm the most Ravenclaw person she's ever seen or heard tell of in legend, so much so that Rowena herself would tell me to get out more, whatever that means, and that I'll undoubtedly end up in Ravenclaw House if the hat isn't screaming too loudly for the rest of us to make out any words, end quote."

"Wow," said Draco Malfoy, sounding slightly impressed. The boy gave a sort of wistful sigh. "Your flattery was great, or I thought so, anyway - you'd do well in Slytherin House, too. Usually it's only my father who gets that sort of grovelling. I'm hoping the other Slytherins will suck up to me now I'm at Hogwarts... I guess this is a good sign, then."

Harry coughed. "Actually, sorry, I've got no idea who you are really."

"Oh come on! " the boy said with fierce disappointment. "Why'd you go and do that, then?" Draco's eyes widened with sudden suspicion. "And how do you not know about the Malfoys? And what are those clothes you're wearing? Are your parents Muggles? "

"Two of my parents are dead," Harry said. His heart twinged. When he put it that way - "My other two parents are Muggles, and they're the ones that raised me."

"What? " said Draco. "Who are you?"

"Harry Potter, pleased to meet you."

"Harry Potter? " gasped Draco. "The Harry -" and the boy cut off abruptly.

There was a brief silence.

Then, with bright enthusiasm, "Harry Potter? The Harry Potter? Gosh, I've always wanted to meet you!"

Draco's attendant emitted a sound like she was strangling but kept on with her work, lifting Draco's arms to carefully remove the chequered robe.

"Shut up," Harry suggested.

"Can I have your autograph? No, wait, I want a picture with you first!"

"Shutupshutupshutup."

"I'm just so delighted to meet you!"

"Burst into flames and die."

"But you're Harry Potter, the glorious saviour of the wizarding world! Everyone's hero, Harry Potter! I've always wanted to be just like you when I grow up so I can -"

Draco cut off the words in mid-sentence, his face freezing in absolute horror.

Tall, white-haired, coldly elegant in black robes of the finest quality. One hand gripping a silver-handled cane which took on the character of a deadly weapon just by being in that hand. His eyes regarded the room with the dispassionate quality of an executioner, a man to whom killing was not painful, or even deliciously forbidden, but just a routine activity like breathing.

That was the man who had, just that moment, strolled in through the open door.

"Draco," said the man, low and very angry, "what are you saying? "

In one split second of sympathetic panic, Harry formulated a rescue plan.

"Lucius Malfoy!" gasped Harry Potter. "The Lucius Malfoy?"

One of Malkin's assistants had to turn away and face the wall.

Coolly murderous eyes regarded him. "Harry Potter."

"I am so, so honoured to meet you!"

The dark eyes widened, shocked surprise replacing deadly threat.

"Your son has been telling me all about you," Harry gushed on, hardly even knowing what was coming out of his mouth but just talking as fast as possible. "But of course I knew about you all before then, everyone knows about you, the great Lucius Malfoy! The most honoured laureate of all the House of Slytherin, I've been thinking about trying to get into Slytherin House myself just because I heard you were in it as a child -"

"What are you saying, Mr. Potter? " came a near-scream from outside the shop, and Professor McGonagall burst in a second later.

There was such pure horror on her face that Harry's mouth opened automatically, and then blocked on nothing-to-say.

"Professor McGonagall!" cried Draco. "Is it really you? I've heard so much about you from my father, I've been thinking of trying to get Sorted into Gryffindor so I can -"

"What? " bellowed Lucius Malfoy and Professor McGonagall in perfect unison, standing side-by-side. Their heads swivelled to look at each other in duplicate motions, and then the two recoiled from one another as though performing a synchronised dance.

There was a sudden flurry of action as Lucius seized Draco and dragged him out of the shop.

And then there was silence.

@темы: quotes, harry potter, harry potter and the methods of rationality

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- Я обрушу невероятно странный и бессмысленный шквал зонтиков на Готэм-сити. Бессмысленный для всех кроме Бэтмена. Он несомненно найдет в этом закономерность и раскроет мой преступный замысел.
- И какой замысел? Что вы задумали?
- Ничего.
- Ничего?!
- Ничего не задумал. За меня всё придумает Бэтмен. И он не просто придумает мне преступление, он снабдит детальным планом, как мне всё провернуть.
- Пингвин, ты часом не сошел с ума?

@темы: dc, repostkin

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heh heh

Back in the old days, there was no concept of religion being a separate magisterium. The Old Testament is a stream-of-consciousness culture dump: history, law, moral parables, and yes, models of how the universe works. In not one single passage of the Old Testament will you find anyone talking about a transcendent wonder at the complexity of the universe. But you will find plenty of scientific claims, like the universe being created in six days (which is a metaphor for the Big Bang), or rabbits chewing their cud. (Which is a metaphor for...)

Back in the old days, saying the local religion "could not be proven" would have gotten you burned at the stake. One of the core beliefs of Orthodox Judaism is that God appeared at Mount Sinai and said in a thundering voice, "Yeah, it's all true." From a Bayesian perspective that's some darned unambiguous evidence of a superhumanly powerful entity. (Albeit it doesn't prove that the entity is God per se, or that the entity is benevolent - it could be alien teenagers.) The vast majority of religions in human history - excepting only those invented extremely recently - tell stories of events that would constitute completely unmistakable evidence if they'd actually happened. The orthogonality of religion and factual questions is a recent and strictly Western concept. The people who wrote the original scriptures didn't even know the difference.

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@темы: quotes, useful links

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наконец добралась до "суммы биотехнологии" панчина. занимательно пишет, чертяка! хотя мне, регулярному посетителю его блога и разнообразных сообществ скептиков, ничего нового из книги узнать пока не удалось.

Существует легенда, повествующая об “эффекте 25-го кадра”. Это вымышленная и неработающая методика воздействия на подсознание людей посредством монтирования в видеоряд скрытой рекламы. Реклама вставляется с помощью дополнительных кадров, которые проскакивают так быстро, что человек не успевает их разглядеть. В январе 1958 года телекомпания Canadian Broadcasting Company провела (не очень научный) эксперимент, в ходе которого предупредила зрителей, что будет показывать скрытую рекламу. На протяжении получасового шоу 352 раза было показано сообщение “позвони сейчас”, но очень быстро, чтобы никто не разглядел. Никакого заметного увеличения количества телефонных звонков не было зафиксировано ни во время передачи, ни после нее. Никто не мог отгадать истинное послание скрытой рекламы, зато многие телезрители писали в телекомпанию письма о том, что у них возникали необъяснимые позывы взять банку пива, сходить в туалет или переключить канал.

@темы: quotes, useful links

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about web of spider-man #82 again

mary jane, the ever-caring wife, part 2 <3

@темы: marvel, spider-man

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about web of spider-man #82 and the friendliest face in outer space

i do have a type, don't i?

@темы: marvel, spider-man, wander over yonder

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about deadpool '16 #23

how do i describe this one without spoilers? that was one HELL of an issue. holy crap, preston, that was brutal! and what's

spoiler

stryfe doing there? what'd i miss?

@темы: deadpool, marvel