Awesome! I’m going to have to order one. I can’t believe I’ve never seen this game before.
I wonder if it could be adapted to be like classic Donkey Kong…
Jonghyun’s odd punishment
Okay… guys… the relevant thing here isn’t me posting my K-pop obsession all over my blog. Ignore that part. The K-pop group is not relevant to your interests. They’re not there.
WHAT IS THIS GAME?!
It’s like some magical Humpty Dumpty Jenga. I
want need this. What is it? Is it called something ridiculously simple like Humpty Dumpty or Jenga Jr.? Why have I never seen this before? I want a game where I get to make Humpty Dumpty fall! My life is incomplete without this.There’s now a hole in my soul. I must fill it with Humpty Dumpty Jenga.
The Sisterhood of the Dragon : a tale of lady knights and dragonsWhen a kingdom is born on the outskirts of the dragons’ domain, the king and his advisors began the ritual of sacrifice to appease the winged creatures. At the beginning and end of each year a girl would be sacrificed to the dragons.
But the dragons were horrified by such a brutal and barbaric offering; so they took the girls and brought them to their nesting grounds, giving the abandoned young women new homes and purpose - to guard the dragons’ eggs. So the Sisterhood of the Dragon was born; those betrayed by their kingdom were welcomed with open arms and wings - trained to fight and protect, some to heal and some to sew and some to cook and some to nurture and some to hunt, each woman finding purpose and her own calling.
Is this a thing?? I would like this to be a thing!!
This actually kinda is a thing. There’s a novel by Mercedes Lackey called One Good Knight from her Five Hundred Kingdoms series. It’s pretty good and also has some mythology tie ins.
Beauty(?) and the Beast …genderbend XD!
This is absurdly cute. Beast is all fluff and adorable. If Beauty and the Beast were remade with a female Beast and a male Belle (though I guess he’d be called Beau or something)… I’d probably pay to see it in theaters more than once. Not just because this design is adorable but because it’d be refreshingly new and different from the way we usually see the story told. And if done by Disney… Beast as a Disney Princess? All fluffy and adorable but sometimes rage filled and sullen and broody? It’d be nice to see a Disney princess that wasn’t always a bright, positive little ball of sunshine.
Canada’s rainbow money
Fun fact for Americans: our money is technically made of plastic and they won’t get wet/gross when you accidentally wash them, and you also can’t rip any bills.
Everybody is in love with canadian money, the thing is who isn’t?
The funniest thing ever is to see canadians try to use american money. One of my friends asked me “HOW DO YOU GUYS KNOW WHICH ONE IS WHICH?! THEY’RE ALL THE SAME COLOR!”
its called reading the numbers
americans learn at an early age to differentiate between the faces of old white men
And all those maple leaves are scratch and sniff maple syrup.
This is something I’ve never noticed before and now that I’ve noticed it it’s bothering me.
Our rainbow money does not follow rainbow order.
In the picture all of the bills are arranged in color order but not in order of value. Why can’t my money rainbow also be properly ordered from highest to lowest dollar amount? Who chose the colors this way?
“There comes a point where Susan, who was the older girl, is lost to Narnia because she becomes interested in lipstick. She’s become irreligious basically because she found sex. I have a big problem with that.” - JK Rowling
Can we talk about Susan’s fabulous adventures after Narnia? The ones where she wears nylons and elegant blouses when she wants to, and short skirts and bright lipstick when she wants to, and hiking boots and tough jeans and big men’s plaid shirts when she feels like backpacking out into the mountains and remembering what it was to be lost in a world full of terrific beauty— I know her siblings say she stops talking about it, that Susan walks away from the memories of Narnia, but I don’t think she ever really forgot.
I want to read about Susan finishing out boarding school as a grown queen reigning from a teenaged girl’s body. School bullies and peer pressure from children and teachers who treat you like you’re less than sentient wouldn’t have the same impact. C’mon, Susan of the Horn, Susan who bested the DLF at archery, and rode a lion, and won wars, sitting in a school uniform with her eyebrows rising higher and higher as some old goon at the front of the room slams his fist on the lectern.
Susan living through WW2, huddling with her siblings, a young adult (again), a fighting queen and champion marksman kept from the action, until she finally storms out against screaming parents’ wishes and volunteers as a nurse on the front. She keeps a knife or two hidden under her clothes because when it comes down to it, they called her Gentle, but sometimes loving means fighting for what you care for.
She’ll apply to a women’s college on the East Coast, because she fell in love with America when her parents took her there before the war. She goes in majoring in Literature (her ability to decipher High Diction in historical texts is uncanny), but checks out every book she can on history, philosophy, political science. She sneaks into the boys’ school across town and borrows their books too. She was once responsible for a kingdom, roads and taxes and widows and crops and war. She grew from child to woman with that mantle of duty wrapped around her shoulders. Now, tossed here on this mundane land, forever forbidden from her true kingdom, Susan finds that she can give up Narnia but she cannot give up that responsibility. She looks around and thinks I could do this better.
I want Susan sneaking out to drink at pubs with the girls, her friends giggling at the boys checking them out from across the way, until Susan walks over (with her nylons, with her lipstick, with her sovereignty written out in whatever language she damn well pleases) and beats them all at pool. Susan studying for tests and bemoaning Aristotle and trading a boy with freckles all over his nose shooting lessons so that he will teach her calculus. Susan kissing boys and writing home to Lucy and kissing girls and helping smuggle birth control to the ladies in her dorm because Susan Pevensie is a queen and she understands the right of a woman to rule over her own body.
Susan losing them all to a train crash, Edmund and Peter and Lucy, Jill and Eustace, and Lucy and Lucy and Lucy, who Susan’s always felt the most responsible for. Because this is a girl who breathes responsibility, the little mother to her three siblings until a wardrobe whisked them away and she became High Queen to a whole land, ruled it for more than a decade, then came back centuries later as a legend. What it must do to you, to be a legend in the body of a young girl, to have that weight on your shoulders and have a lion tell you that you have to let it go. What is must do to you, to be left alone to decide whether to bury your family in separate ceremonies, or all at once, the same way they died, all at once and without you. What it must do to you, to stand there in black, with your nylons, and your lipstick, and feel responsible for these people who you will never be able to explain yourself to and who you can never save.
Maybe she dreams sometimes they made it back to Narnia after all. Peter is a king again. Lucy walks with Aslan and all the dryads dance. Maybe Susan dreams that she went with them— the train jerks, a bright light, a roar calling you home.
Maybe she doesn’t.
Susan grows older and grows up. Sometimes she hears Lucy’s horrified voice in her head, “Nylons? Lipstick, Susan? Who wants to grow up?” and Susan thinks, “Well you never did, Luce.” Susan finishes her degree, stays in America (England looks too much like Narnia, too much like her siblings, and too little, all at once). She starts writing for the local paper under the pseudonym Frank Tumnus, because she wants to write about politics and social policy and be listened to, because the name would have made Edmund laugh.
She writes as Susan Pevensie, too, about nylons and lipstick, how to give a winning smiles and throw parties, because she knows there is a kind of power there and she respects it. She won wars with war sometimes, in Narnia, but sometimes she stopped them before they began.
Peter had always looked disapprovingly on the care with which Susan applied her makeup back home in England, called it vanity. And even then, Susan would smile at him, say “I use what weapons I have at hand,” and not explain any more than that. The boy ruled at her side for more than a decade. He should know better.
Vain is not the proper word. This is about power. But maybe Peter wouldn’t have liked the word “ambition” any more than “vanity.”
Susan is a young woman in the 50s and 60s. Frank Tumnus has quite the following now. He’s written a few books, controversial, incendiary. Susan gets wrapped up in the civil rights movement, because of course she would. It’s not her first war. All the same, she almost misses the White Witch. Greed is a cleaner villain than senseless hate. She gets on the Freedom Rider bus, mails Mr. Tumnus articles back home whenever there’s a chance, those rare occasions they’re not locked up or immediately threatened. She is older now than she ever was in Narnia. Susan dreams about Telemarines killing fauns.
Time rolls on. Maybe she falls in love with a young activist or an old cynic. Maybe she doesn’t. Maybe Frank Tumnus, controversial in the moment, brilliant in retrospect, gets offered an honorary title from a prestigious university. She declines and publishes an editorial revealing her identity. Her paper fires her. Three others mail her job offers.
When Vietnam rolls around, she protests in the streets. Susan understands the costs of war. She has lived through not just the brutal wars of one life, but two.
Maybe she has children now. Maybe she tells them stories about a magical place and a magical lion, the stories Lucy and Edmund brought home about how if you sail long enough you reach the place where the seas fall off the edge of the world. But maybe she tells them about Cinderella instead, Sleeping Beauty, Rapunzel, except Rapunzel cuts off her own hair and uses it to climb down the tower and escape. The damsel uses what tools she has at hand.
A lion told her to walk away, and she did. He forbade her magic, he forbade her her own kingdom, so she made her own.
Susan Pevensie did not lose faith. She found it.
Someone with more patience for writing and story making… please write this novel. I am not above begging. Don’t make me try this myself. It will come out unfinished and half coherent. This story deserves better than that.
I almost always have my iTunes on shuffle. Except lately whenever a Replacements song starts I have to turn shuffle off and listen to at least five Replacements songs before I can turn shuffle back on. Every time. Not just occasionally when I’m in the mood for it. Every time. It happens with them more often than with Hey Rosetta, Motion City Soundtrack, and Super Junior (my other frequent shuffle disrupters). Why are the Replacements so awesome?
I don’t know why I’m posting this but I really want to post this thought that I had. While it’s semi coherent.
I often have a lot of difficulty writing. Even when I get something written down it can be kind of a mess. Especially when I want to say something a little more serious. You’d be surprised how many times I proof read and edit what to you might seem to be a simple post. My Poison Ivy/Cat Woman post took me three hours to write.
One of the things that can happen I think as a part of ADD is having difficulty organizing your thoughts and expressing them.
I think for a lot of people their brains are like a library or a database. There’s a system in place that keeps thoughts, memories, and functions organized and easy to access.
For me my brain is more like a play room. With shelves and shelves of puzzles. My thoughts are like puzzles. Some of them are simple children’s puzzles, easily finished. Some are 25 or 50 piece puzzles. Some are 100, 1000, 5000 piece puzzles. Some are those rotten 1000 piece 3D puzzles. The problem for me is I’m not working patiently through one puzzle. I’m working on several puzzles all at once. I’ve got half a dozen 25 or 50 piece puzzles, two 100 piece puzzles, a 1000 piece puzzle, and maybe one of those stupid 3D puzzles all on the go at once. All in the same room, sometimes on the same table. While being distracted by the shiny toys lying on the floor. And deciding I’m done with this puzzle and want to go play a board game. And oh look Lego! And pieces get mixed into other puzzles or go missing because I have them in my hand while I go to the Lego or while I move to a different puzzle. And the more pressure I feel to finish a puzzle the more of a mess it is because I can’t see pieces right in front of me and the more I want to go play with the Lego instead.
And this is why sometimes I don’t make sense. Or why sometimes the things I write are a mess. Why I had difficulty finishing essays. This is why I can’t finish any of my stories. It’s why I do or say inappropriate things at inappropriate times. It’s why some of the things I think are hilarious aren’t funny to other people.
Also Attention Deficit I don’t think is an accurate term. There is no deficit. At least I don’t feel a deficiency in my attention. I’m easily distracted because my attention is on everything. Sometimes one thing will be more interesting than another and I’ll devote more attention to it. Sometimes something new will enter my attention range and I miss other things while I momentarily focus on it to include it. It’s why sometimes I don’t seem like I’m listening when I am and why sometimes I seem distant and unfocused. If I’m actually not paying attention to you it’s because I found something more interesting. If you’re being boring, repetitive, or (worse) both, I’m likely paying attention to something else.
I only need to be told something once. Did you ask me not to do something? Will I do it anyway? Probably. Not because I don’t know, but because I’ve momentarily misplaced that information. If the puzzle that “Do not do this” is not currently pieced together or if the piece that says “this” is not currently in the same pile as “do not do” then sorry. Shit happens. Telling me again is just like throwing more pieces into the mix. These pieces are for a puzzle that makes the same picture but the pieces are cut differently so they don’t fit together.
And I think I started with something that was making sense, but it’s about to devolve into non sense making so I’ll stop here.
You know consumerism has gotten a bit much when CANADIANS working in retail want to call in sick to work at the mention of Black Friday sales.
Also, on a relatively clear (though cold) day there were at least 3 fatalities due to people driving like assholes in HRM this Friday. Now, there may not be any real correlation. But it’s a bit coincidental that some of the first major accidents of the season happened on “Black Friday” and not because of inclement weather (which is normally the case).
Dear United States,
Is it not bad enough that your country sees trampling injuries and/or fatalities on a pretty much yearly basis due to this idiocy? And probably more than a few major traffic accidents. I’m sure many of the people who survive this jump right back in the next year. Now Canada wants to match your stupidity because our companies lose that much business to your country (and see that much opportunity for profit) on Black Friday that they feel we need to compete.
Corporations! Does this really concern you so little? Obviously. What really should be negative publicity only ends up working in your favor. Seeing that people got trampled trying to get your products only raises the demand, doesn’t it? That’s kind of disgusting.
Consumers! Are the savings enough to be worth this lunacy? Or is it all hype? Maybe try to think about that a little. Weigh the pros and cons. “Sale” can be a bad thing as much as it can be a good thing.
US in general! You poor deluded souls. The true religion in your country - more than any other country in the world - is not Christianity, as you love to say it is. Your true religion is Capitalism. Yes, Capitalism is strong everywhere. And that’s not necessarily bad. But fanatical Capitalism can be very bad indeed. Maybe even toxic. And there are very few places (if any) where Capitalism enjoys such fanaticism as it does in the United States. You are all such fanatical Capitalists and that’s why things like Black Friday can exist. It’s probably not something to be proud of.
And finally - Canada! We’re better than this. We don’t need to be a part of some ridiculous American consumer tradition where people get hurt over products that are going to be essentially worthless in three to six months. Also - spend your money in your own damn country! Support your own economy. Spending your money in the States hurts you more than it helps you.
Maybe one of the worst things about “Black Friday” is that stores don’t even have to have much of a sale. They just need to use the term “Black Friday” in their flyers and advertisements. They could knock 25 or 50 dollars off the price of a Playstation 4 (which really isn’t that amazing a deal on an item that’s $399, at least not enough to be worth this lunacy) and call it a “Black Friday” sale and people will still go nuts. Now, maybe they’re offering them for a better price than that. 100 dollars off, that wouldn’t be too bad. That’s not the point. The point is that they don’t have to. They just have to say “Black Friday Sale” and everyone thinks it’ll be the best deal they can get before Christmas.
And you know a lot of places deliberately bring in a limited amount of stock right?
"PS4! Regular $399! Black Friday Sale! Today only - $349! While supplies last! Only 100 units per store!"
Sound familiar at all?
And guess what. It will probably be $349 again the week before Christmas. And on Boxing Day it might even be $299 because they need to get rid of all that extra stock they brought in to facilitate Christmas demand. Stock that’s not going to sell at all through the next few months.
Want to teach your kids a very very good lesson? Don’t get them the PS4 for Christmas. They don’t need it for Christmas. As long as they get it while it’s still the cool thing to have it’s actually not a big deal (as much as they may act like it is). Get it when the electronics stores are trying to cut down their overstock. They get the bragging rights for owning the thing and you get the bragging rights for getting it cheaper than all the other parents. I believe this is what they call a win-win.
How many people actually think like this? This is why critical thinking skills are so important. If more people had them we might not have such stupidity on completely arbitrary days of the year.
a four man anti poaching team is tasked with guarding the ol pejeta conservancy’s four remaining northern white rhinos. with only eight left, it is the world’s most endangered species. located in the laikipia district of kenya, ol pejeta conservancy is also the largest sanctuary for the black rhino. fewer than four thousand are estimated to remain.
the rise in asia’s middle class has meant that demand for rhino horn has soared, with prices on the black market exceeding that of gold and cocaine. with an increase in poaching in ol pejeta, the anti poaching team now provides twenty four hour armed protection for the rhinos, and has developed a close relationship with the animals.
poachers will track rhinos from helicopters, darting them from above and then hacking off the horn and part of the face with a chainsaw. the animals are often left to suffer and die. the rhinos seen here were found wandering in unimaginable pain, but with timely veterinary supervision remarkably survived. the rhino in the left of the fourth picture, however, had a four week old calf who, without his mother, subsequently died of dehydration.
to protect the rhinos and deter poachers, veterinarians will remove much of the animal’s horn. the rhino are anesthetized, and suffer no trauma. the horn is not like an elephant’s tusk, and will grow back in a few years.
This makes me so sad.
this is just terrible, this makes me sad. :(
I FUCKING HATE SO MANY PEOPLE. Look how beautiful they are! They’ll be gone soon, thanks to humans.
What a sin.
Know those posts on Buzzfeed that are like “25 pictures that restore faith in humanity”? I think I need one of those right now. I think I need a lot of those right now. I don’t even know if they’ll help because this is just too horrible.
I’m glad there are people working so hard to protect them. I just wish there wasn’t a need.