Interesting Thingy I Found. The Whistle Signals Of The British Light Infantry. Since They Fought In Open

moss-filled paw prints I just have to paint these pictures. look how cute 🌱🐾

Thinking back, I guess one of the more surreal episodes of my life is when I would serve Mass as an altar boy and I was wearing my Slayer Reign in Blood t-shirt under my cassock. Then biked home listening to Morbid Angel on my Walkman. Just doing my part for minor blasphemy.

To be precise, the "all female crew" aboard the flaming phallic symbol were not crew, they were cargo. They did not interact with the flight computer, they did not relay information on craft condition to ground crew, they got buckled in by others and bounced around during zero G.

btw the katy perry/bezos' girlfriend/other four irrelevant billionaires 10 minute space stunt was not the first all female expedition no matter how much they try to market it as such. the first all female mission was in 1963 with soviet cosmonauts Valentina Tereshkova, Irina Solovyova and Valentina Ponomaryova - all three of which were working class and had to pass incredibly hard exams to be chosen from 400 potential candidates. just in case we started falling for the propaganda machine again

So in the interests of development of life skills, I'm going to pass down a bit of wisdom that will serve you well.

When one encounters a strange, obviously old, most definitely not a copy of the Readers Digest yearly compilation book in some strange place-perhaps like on a basalt altar you found in a cave hiking, or on a bloodstained table in the root cellar of your cousin's remote hunting cabin- there are certain rules for best practices.

1. We do not touch the book. Let it lie otherwise you'll die.

2. We do not open the book. Maybe circumstances have dictated you have to pick up the book or move it. Let it stay closed.

3. FOR ALL THAT IS SACRED, WE DO NOT I REPEAT NOT READ ALOUD FROM IT UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES. WE DO NOT TELL OUR FRIENDS THAT THE LATIN IS FUNNY AND READ IT ALOUD TO ILLUSTRATE THE POINT OR SOUND OUT SOME GIBBERISH PHONETICALLY. YOUR EYEBALLS STAY OFF THE PAGE, AND YOUR MOUTH DARE NOT SPEAK THE WORDS.

Practice safe eldritch knowledge.

My first post. Been a long time since I was on Tumblr. Suppose I should say something portentous and meaningful now.

Cheese is love. Cheese is life. Cheese is the glue that holds burgers and the universe together.

It's the 21st century and I'm dealing with wood heating like it's still pre industrial times. There's supplemental electric heaters for places like the bathroom and a propane burner to keep the roof clear, but otherwise I'm dealing with cords and ricks of splits and rounds. Sharp axe, sharp hatchet, dead blow hammer, splitting wedges, ash can, hearth broom, ash scuttle, aaaaaaaagh.

When the old world and the new collide:

Feeding the wood stove earlier, and the fire set slipped. Had to grab a burning log to keep it from falling out, and burned the fingerprint off my finger. My phone doesn't recognize my finger now to open.

I dunno why, but since around 2007 or so, I'm not quite sure, the mark of a modern horror movie is somebody vomiting. Usually within the first act, quite violently and with all the sound effects.

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I swear to Crom the spam bots are out in full force. Barely Engerish sounding names, untitled pages, no posts, no nothing beyond a woman in a bikini picture. Good thing they got rid of all the dirty stuff though, right?