Great A’tuin for Terry Pratchett day ✨🐢✨

So happy I found the way into Discworld, but how I wish there were more stories ❤️‍🩹

What is your favourite book from this series? 📖

Mine is definitely “Night Watch”! ❤️‍🔥

A Job is a Job

We are so happy to announce that the short story "A Job is a Job" is coming out today! Read it here. It's in our new book "Once Upon a Workday" which is a collection of funny and heartfelt stories about the ups and downs of adulthood, being overworked and under-appreciated, while mustering up the resilience to keep going on your path

The beautiful hardcover is being released by Andrews McMeel – the publishing house that brought you Peanuts as well as Calvin & Hobbes.

We are incredibly proud of this book and we’re sure you’ll love it, too. It’s available wherever books are sold as well as these online platforms!

if tumblr explodes you can address a letter to my url and place it in any hollow log. to be clear i will not receive it. but it is an action you can take

VERY IMPORTANT a dam in the Netherlands, the weerdsluis lock, is directly on a migratory path for spawning fish. They have a worker stationed there to open the door for the fish, but they can take a while to open it. So to keep the fish from getting preyed on by birds they installed a doorbell. Only, the fish don't have hands to ring the doorbell. If you go to their website, they have a LIVE CAMERA AND A DOORBELL that YOU RING FOR THE FISH when they're waiting, and then the dam worker opens the door for them! I can't express how obsessed I am with this. look at this shit. oh my god.

Please check on the fish doorbell once in a while :)

I just looked, and there are 170 other people on there, also checking to see if there are fish waiting.

Please remember, if ever you are tempted to make a sweeping statement about human nature, that on this night in March, 2024, while war rages, there are 171 of us looking to see if a fish needs us to ring a doorbell.

Plenty else is going on, but also that.

(PS, the site says that the busiest times for fish are sunrise and sunset, which for now are at about 6:30, AM and PM, local time. Local time in Utrecht is 1 hour ahead of GMT, 5 hours ahead of EST, if that helps. I'm going to try to remember to check back again around 2 AM my time, when it will be morning for the fish!)

so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

okay so i just got my dream job??? a week after applying to it?? and now i’m thinking….maybe this is the good luck post

…..not even six hours later i got an offer of a well paying full time long-term job with free room and board in queens in nyc, allowing me independence and a way to escape an abusive situation and an unhealthy environment

likes charge reblogs cast, folks, this is the good luck post

i need all the help i can get for finals

Hey so

the last time I reblogged this post right before I got a great job, in a permanent work-from-home position, with benefits, retirement, and a salary literally 3x what I was making before, doing something I really like. 

So you know. 

This might be the real one, y’all.

At this point literally anything helps.

For my upcoming mid terms, semi finals and finals. Please.

Eh fuck it let’s do this not like i’m gonna lose anything anyways

Even if the new adaptation ends up being bad, we’ll always have the OG!

Finished fern. This particular piece is free to use as a bookmark/wallpaper—just don’t claim as your own! It looks better printed out imo. Planning on giving this out to family for the holidays as they are all big readers.

reblog to cast level 5 spell: everyone who reads this gets a full night sleep

the flesh is unwilling and honestly, the spirit isn't too keen on the idea either

“Of course I’ll return the books. I’m evil, but I’m not a monster”

sam vimes is actually the character ever. when we meet him he's absolutely fucking WASTED in a gutter bc he's grieving a subordinate and a friend. he gets his shit together bc he's an adrenaline junkie. he told the patriarch of ankh morpork to shut up TWICE in like, five minutes (and vetinari let him). he annoyes rich people constantly and consistently. he has arrested two armies (INCLUDING his own city's). he survived being chased by werewolves. he's "vetinari's terrier". he recognizes ankh morpork streets by the feel of different COBBLES under his too thin boots. he's sober but keeps a half empty bottle in his drawer to keep himself in check. assassins have tried and FAILED to assassinate him countless times. he can make armor look rumpled. he HATES kings and gods and journalists and kings and stupid rich ppl. when he's angry he punches the wall outside of vetinari's office and vetinari LETS HIM. he's malewife. he's so so great.

just a psa that today's poem of the day is worth reading

eschatology

i’m confident that the absolute dregs of possibility for this society,

the sugary coffee mound at the bottom of this cup,

our last best hope that when our little bit of assigned plasma implodes

it won’t go down as a green mark in the cosmic ledger,

lies in the moment when you say hello to a bus driver

and they say it back—

when someone holds the door open for you

and you do a little jog to meet them where they are—

walking my dog, i used to see this older man

and whenever I said good morning,

he replied ‘GREAT morning’—

in fact, all the creative ways our people greet each other

may be the icing on this flaming trash cake hurtling through the ether.

when the clerk says how are you

and i say ‘i’m blessed and highly favored’

i mean my toes have met sand, and wiggled in it, a lot.

i mean i have laughed until i choked and a friend slapped my back.

i mean my niece wrote me a note: ‘you are so smart + intellajet’

i mean when we do go careening into the sun,

i’ll miss crossing guards ushering the grown folks too, like ducklings

and the lifeguards at the community pool and

men who yelled out the window that they’d fix the dent in my car,

right now! it’d just take a second—

and actually everyone who tried to keep me alive, keep me afloat,

and if not unblemished, suitably repaired.

but I won’t feel too sad about it,

becoming a star

Copyright © 2024 by Eve L. Ewing. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on February 6, 2024, by the Academy of American Poets

due to inflation you must answer my riddles five

due to budget cuts i will grant you two wishes

due to recent layoffs there is only one of me and I lie 50% of the time

Doodle of my waking situation this morning

26th January, 1788 -  commemorated as the Australia Day public holiday. Marking the arrival in Sydney Harbour of the First Fleet, to set up a  whitefella’s jail-house. Long known among the local blackfella’s here as “Invasion Day”. Colonialism remains alive and well today in these parts. Some arguments against on these bill posters here. Newtown and Marrickville.

Today in niche genres of joke that I can never get enough of and will probably still be secretly thinking about four years later