I turned 29 today and I started it drunk in my kitchen and I intend to end it drunk in my kitchen
spoilers under the cut:
honestly maybe the master’s just gonna take a vacation now. he’s a mess, i think he needs to just go chill somewhere
mods are asleep post illegal lego building techniques
Mammals both produce milk and have hair. Ergo, a coconut is a mammal.
I know you’re being facetious, but this is an actual issue with morphology-based phylogeny.
*leans over and whispers to person beside me* what are they talking about
*leans over and whispers back* Human ability to quantify and categorize natural phenomena is sketchy at best and wildly misleading at worst
consider the coconut
this reminds me of that time Plato defined humans as “featherless bipeds” and Diogenes ran in with a plucked chicken screaming “BEHOLD A MAN!”
i love how you say “it reminds me of that time” like you were there.
listen if an immortal feels brave and supported enough to come out we should respect them
This post is a journey
1 Reblog = 1 Respect
I maintain that humans started attempting classify animals, and some god or another made the platypus, and is still laughing.
Zeus: *hits joint* okay so like. It’s gonna have a duck bill right. But an otter body okay? And then a beaver tail. It’s a mammal. But. It lays eggs!
Hades: wait wait dude. Give it. Give it poison. Make it poisonous
Athena: You mean venomous, and make sure the eggs have both reptile and bird traits. Hermes: *takes the joint* Give it extra senses. Poseidon: It should be aquatic.
I MEAN where’s the lie
Demeter: … And where exactly do you expect me to put this? Everyone: Australia.
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bread: it turns you into a goose
i hope you’re all ready for the liveblogging tomorrow. not the episode. i don’t care about that. no, i’m about to run dungeons and dragons in character because i need to make a dungeon master pun and i am absolutely willing to do The Most and run an entire actual game of d&d to do that
Absolutely nobody:
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“You underestimate both my ability to irritate and my experience with sulking. I am a younger sibling; my knowledge of both is extensive and exceedingly well researched,” Loki said flippantly, reaching out and knocking the offending puzzle off the edge of the table with one finger. “However determined you may be to sulk, sooner or later you will start craving the satisfaction that sulking will never give you.”
“I’m surprised you haven’t been driven into a vegetative state by boredom already. Spending your time moping isn’t just dull. It is a waste.” He folded his own hands together in a mirror of the other man’s body language. “I can offer you something far more fulfilling. And far more profitable.”
The Master sucked his teeth in irritation at Loki, but he wasn’t stupid enough to start a fight over impertinence. Honestly, it would be kind of hypocritical. He absolutely would have done the same, were the situation reversed.
“Satisfaction. Fulfillment. Do you even hear yourself?” he asked, raising his eyebrows and leaning in. “If you had either of those things, you wouldn’t be here. And if you don’t have them, how do you expect to peddle them to me? Also, you’re kind of a backstabbing bitch, which I do say fondly, because that’s basically my brand too, but I wouldn’t trust me as far as I can throw me, and that’s what’s called impossible, so.” He shrugged.
sʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ time to contemplate pulling the shades down, barring the windows & zapping herself to the furthest place she could think of for good measure. —— In the end, the curiosity proved overwhelming .
Straight to business then? River raised a brow, circling her own couch the way a tiger might a cage. No, yes I’ve changed my face since we last met, no time to explain why or how, nor why I’m intent on this specific murder today, or even how I know precisely where you live. That last one was more than a little alarming. ( Mental note to self: relocate asap! )
❝ No, no, come right in, make yourself at home! ❞ She muttered under-breath, sarcasm dripping from that tone. Ok, so, surprises aside, she was interested in the proposition. They both loathed the Daleks in their entirety & unlike the Doctor, the Master wasn’t caught up in their own conscience to do something about them. To add to that, it was Missy who had helped her escape the Library & Missy who had planted the idea of new beginnings in her head. —— So yeah, despite her misgivings she was going to help the Master. A familiar grin began to creep across her features, widening the more she heard.
❝ ‘Course I can. ❞ God she hated that infernal sound.
❝ I’m ready to go now. ❞ Hand went automatically to the gun holstered at her hip. ❝ What’s this weapon you’re so adamant I can help you find? ❞ & how have I never heard of it till now?
The Master opened his mouth, closed it again. "Hi. Sorry, didn’t think I needed to explain the Doctor happening to me again and I have some very exciting ideas." He held up a finger and inhaled slowly. “Umm - let’s see, I died unexpectedly because the Doctor is an idiot and got literally everyone killed, and it’s not ‘a weapon’,” he explained, putting air quotes around it. “If everyone on Gallifrey wasn’t dead, I would take you there right now and have the Lord President himself explain to you how he personally pardoned me for all of my crimes just to get me to come back and make weapons during the Time War. I am, quite possibly, the most effective Dalek killer in the universe at this point,” he said, matter of factly.
“The problem with Daleks is you have to either pick at the edges carefully to avoid them noticing the efficacy of any given weapon or destroy them all in one fell swoop, and while the latter would be nice - that’s just too much effort. So you clear out one infestation with one weapon, another with a second, a third somewhere else, and they’re so confused that they don’t know which way to turn and that’s when you pull out number four. I can always think of a new way to take down a Dalek, it’s just not plausible on a massive scale and those things multiply way too fast. Anyway, how have you been? I should have asked that in the beginning, shouldn’t I? I’m forgetting my manners.”
i wish chameleon circuit's music and thirteen's run happened at the same time, can you imagine the absolute bangers they'd produce purely from the last two episodes
album name: F.A.M.
tracklist:
- give the gays (what they want)
- get a shift on
- snap
- man i feel like a woman ft. shania twain
- im a pacifist (i swear)
- o (shit)
Track six is basically a parody of London Bridge by Fergie
@controlledapocalypse // sc !!
❛ whatever it is? the answer is no. absolutely not. ❜
❛ i’m unavailable for the next five thousand years, i don’t care how cute you are. ❜
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“I was trying to tell you your shoe was untied, but okay. Thanks for the compliment?”
other people who play time lords: “i like being kind”, “i like being powerful”, “i like exploring the emotional consequences of immortality”, “i like studying the subjectivity of morality”
me: “listen, samsung is going to make a hard drive that is bigger on the inside in the next twenty years and the universe is actually holographic and this is the only outlet i have for talking about how buck fucking wild physics is please talk to me”
HEY EVERYONE SO NOW THAT IT’S BEEN LONG ENOUGH LET’S FUCKING DISCUSS HOW I NAILED WHAT WAS HAPPENING DURING SKYFALL AT 10:45 PM EST ON SATURDAY, JANUARY 4TH
i uh. i regret asking chibnall to take my ideas. he has instead taken my worst science nightmares
y’all: mlm and wlw
my chaotic dumbass internal monologue: mlem and wuhluhwuh
Fun game: replace "baby" in any song with "maybe" to change them from being love or pop songs to just declarations of uncertainty.
Oooooooh maybe I want your love🎵
Hit me maybe one more time?
CUZ I WAANAAA BE A COWWWWBOYYYY maaaabyeee?
And I was like maybe, maybe, maybe oh Like maybe, maybe, maybe no Like maybe, maybe, maybe oh
Ice ice maybe
If you add two pounds of sugar to literally one ton of concrete it will ruin the concrete and make it unable to set properly which is good to know if you wanna resist something being built, French anarchists used this to resist prison construction in the 80s
I’m just gonna go ahead and reblog this for purely educational purposes.
added bonus is that concrete now taste good
Sugar does not really do that. What you need is citric acid (you get that to get the hard water residues out of your pots/water boiler/washing machine), looks like sugar granules. Or concentrated vinegar. Cement needs a high ph to bind properly. So if you add acid, it won’t properly set and/or needs 3-4 times longer.
Speaking as someone who works in the concrete forming industry: the easiest way to severely fuck up any large concrete pour is to delay it at the wrong moment.
If someone is trying to build a huge fuckoff concrete thing - say, for instance, a giant wall - they’re going to need an obscene quantity of concrete, and that’s all going to have to be transported there from the nearest mixing plant. This means they’ll have multiple trucks coming by to decant concrete in consecutive pours while the workers place it and vibrate it to ensure it all intermixes and sets properly, forming a monolithic mass. If one pour is allowed to set before the next one is added, you get a big, ugly, possibly structurally unsound gap between the two called a “cold joint.” A bad enough cold joint can completely fuck your whole project because the next engineer or inspector who sets foot on that site is going to take one look at that motherfucker and immediately embark on a quest for blood vengeance. You will literally have to cut that whole section of wall out, slap some dowels in the nearest structurally sound bits, and re-form and pour the offending segment from scratch, which represents a fortune in cost overruns and will make everyone involved very upset. This is an especially bad problem in hot climates, because the concrete curing process is exothermic - that stuff sets much faster when it’s really hot out, and its 28-day compressive strength tends to be poorer as well.
So if, hypothetically speaking, you wanted to completely shit up a wannabe dictator’s enormous unfeasible poured concrete vanity project, you could literally just randomly hassle and delay every concrete truck on its way there. Dude’s gonna end up with a giant worthless pile of shitty crumbling concrete and exposed reinforcing steel, and an army of pissed-off contractors to boot.
reblogging for purely educational purposes nothing more
Reblogging this here, since we previously reblogged the inaccurate version.
according to Concrete Construction.net a small amount of sugar is used delibarately to slow setting by 4 hours (but actually increases strength.) Higher amounts of sugar delay setting longer, but we in delibarate use cases we are talking mixtures of 0.1%-0.3% if I understood correctly. So going off of the comment on cold joints, one assumes that if some of the trucks were sugared and some weren’t then they wouldn’t set at the same time causing the crumbling concrete they described.
essentially the point is to make it set at uneven rates so that it crumbles or is at risk of crumbling
Don’t forget to save some sugar for the gas tank of the cars and construction vehicles. It isn’t as damaging as the legends say, but it’ll sure prevent the vehicle from being operable for a while.
good to know
Reblogging for … science I swear.
VIVA LA RESISTANCE!
Also note: Don’t attack/harass the workers. They need to pay rent and put bread on the table as much as you do!
Who cares what someone trying to build a prison needs?
People who need jobs to care for their families do not deserve the blame for building prisons. The owners of for-profit prisons do, the congressman allowing and aiding the growth of the prison industrial complex do. Do not forget who we’re fighting against, it is never the underpayed construction worker, never the person working all hours to get food on the table, the exploited are not at fault for something done by the rich and powerful. They want us to think like this, they want us to turn on each other so we won’t turn on them.
Good War Advice!
Down with the Bloody Red King!
this is extremely interesting scientific information that I think everyone needs to know for science.