(somewhat related to this thread:)

I think I may have just figured out why I hate “The Little Drummer Boy”. (I mean, more than most Christmas songs.)

My mom’s been rewatching The West Wing lately. I was mostly drowning it out on my headphones, as there’s rather a lot of awkwardness in The West Wing for my liking, but when they started playing “The Little Drummer Boy” I didn’t think I could safely drown it out. So, I ended up watching the final bit, and I was like ‘…hang on, wait a minute’.

I asked Mom when she first started watching The West Wing.

“I think I saw this episode when it originally aired.”

The episode was set in the then-present day of Christmas 1999. I was six years old the first time I saw this episode, with several re-runs over the next few years. Tiny Brin at her most relevantly psychologically vulnerable, hearing “The Little Drummer Boy” played over a funeral. Hello, Pavlov, my old friend.


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#oh look an original post #West Wing #death tw #(the following category tags were added retroactively:) #Christmas #music

fox-muldr:

 

kellanium:

#probably the best explanation of a device in the tv history

This is literally my fourth or fifth time reblogging this.

It’s still hillarious.

 

allonnziii:

One of my favorite lines

 

dreaminpng:

I kinda feel like the writers wrote this line specifically to drive the kind of fans who want to figure out how sci-fi tech would theoretically work crazy. They’re like “nope! We’re not going to give you any techno babble to tear apart or investigate or mull over to tell us how we’re doing it wrong, or how it compares in effectiveness to similar tech in other franchises.”

 

knitmeapony:

I also feel like this is one of those times when the TARDIS’s translation circuit just gave  up. Like the ‘physics physics physics’ scene, where he is imparting secrets of the universe and the TARDIS is like THERE ARE NO WORDS FOR THIS IN ENGLISH  DOCTOR FORGET IT.

 

gallifrey-feels:

OH MY  she TOTALLY edits his speech. I be he actually swears a lot but the TARDIS is like THERE ARE CHILDREN

 

lokiwholockfactory:

Angry TARDIS Sounds


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#Doctor Who

a tale of trees and espionage

comparativelysuperlative:

unrealthings:

melody-sillermoon:

emberglows:

okay story time:

my professor (lovely man, married to our TA, 5’2″, about as intimidating as a muffin) is a dendrologist by trade, so he studies trees. it was about three hours into our social sciences course, last lecture before exams, everyone was frazzled and exhausted, so he told us about his most exciting/in-depth research to date to cheer us up.

(the few of us who actually showed up were like “ok sir im sure its fascinating” but in our minds we were totally like its trees what. is. exciting. about trees. You might be wondering the same thing – the acorns? the leaves? the roots? BUT NO. IMMA FUCKIN TELL YA.)

ANYWAY we settle in, he had a few pictures loaded up from his field work (we were chuckling at this point…. ‘hehehe field work’ i giggled to my frend. its trees.) and began to tell his tale. it’s long, imma warn you, but……. god. just read it.

theres an species of tree called the cucumber tree (Magnolia acuminata, if ya wanna get all Latin-y). its super endangered, in our region there’s only ~280 that are registered by the government, yadda yadda yadda. my prof thought that was tragic (i know) but also strange, because when he was writing his thesis about local trees years ago, he kept coming across cucumber trees in really random places. we’re talking like backyards, independently-owned nurseries, etc. WHICH IS IMPOSSIBLE because, according to tree law (i know) it is very strictly protected by the government, and thus super “illegal to possess, transport, collect, buy or sell any part of a living or dead member of a listed species if it originates from wild sources.” essentially, the govt takes control over growing the trees and anyone who independently raises them is breaking the law (i know)

so he’d ask people “do you have a permit for these trees?” and they were like “uh no, it’s just a tree someone sold me, i think it looks nice, are you gonna arrest me?” so he’d be like “nah nah nah just tell me who sold it to you”

eventually, months/years later, someone did, and turns out it was like this underground sort-of illegal tree dealing club (i know). so my prof went, got a bit of funding from the government, who were getting pissed at independent cucumber tree numbers, and THIS IS WHERE IT GETS INTO THE GOOD SHIT I STG.

he infiltrates the tree trafficking organization. he buys a cucumber tree from an independent nursery, raises it for months, ensures he gets noticed by the traffickers, and then INFILTRATES it and convinces its leader to LET HIM JOIN. he has to pay like a steep entrance fee, which he does (and it blows my mind that the government of my country paid money to illegal tree dealers), but then he is given full access to records and maps because they think he’s one of them, not a SECRET AGENT.

now this part blows my mind because the tree lords don’t even have to try very hard to find cucumber trees because government agents MARK THE TREES AND DISTINCTLY TAG THEM SAYING THIS IS ENDANGERED DO NOT TOUCH. so, ya know…………. it’s a bit obvious. my prof hangs out with the members so much that he figures out their “hit spots”. these are where the trees are relatively secluded and unguarded. (he writes all this shit and numbers down for his research.)

BUT THATS NOT ENOUGH BECAUSE THE GOVT SAYS HES WASTING THEIR FUNDING IF HE DOESNT HAVE PROOF and they are willing to take LEGAL ACTION for misuse of funding (my prof doesn’t have the money nore time nor power to take them to court, which would also blow his cover). so my prof literally STAKES OUT a copse of cucumber trees at a recognized wildlife reserve for. DAYS. he camps there, and watches the trees, is about to give up, he’s going off an unreliable rumor from the traffickers that a harvester would be going there within the next week. finally, this guy comes and takes the cucumber tree seeds from the CLEARLY MARKED trees by the government, and my prof takes pictures (we are shown these pictures, most of us are speechless at this point). dozens of candid shots of a man my grandpa’s age with a grocery store bag, garden shears, and a ladder, clipping away the illegal seeds and then going on his merry fucking way.

so my prof has the proof, he’s been undercover for months now at this point, he writes up his report, gives it to the government who is like…….. “oh shit”, helps them draft up a new LESS COMPLETELY FUCKING OBVIOUS way of marking endangered trees (so that way non-tree-lovers wouldn’t damage them further, etc.), and then never returns to the tree traffickers. he’d given them a fake name, address, everything….. he disappears.

…there was a full minute of stunned silence from us students at this point, during which he grew more and more nervous (again, he’s a muffin) and all of us students are just like……. “whoa.” we asked him what happened to the remaining illegal cucumber trees & if he turned the tree dealers in to the government, and that is when he smiles a little bit and shows us the last few pictures. because here’s the kicker… he never turned the smugglers in. he burned all the data he collected, defied the government pressuring him to turn them in, and the only reason he’s not incarcerated is because his work is so prominent in certain circles now & universities love him, that there would be an uproar if he got arrested. he’s like a fucking anti-hero and then he tells us (i’ll never forget, it’s the most inspirational green-thumb thing in the world) “it may be ‘illegal’, but those who risk their liberty to ~save the world~ should never be reprimanded, no matter what those in power say.”

we are all stunned. some of us are considering dendrology as a field we’d now be interested in pursuing. he clicks his slide one final time, before we leave our last lecture and, since he had an asthma attack (lil muffin) he didn’t attend our exam, so i never see him again…………

and there, on the slides, the last picture? THERE HE IS. in his own backyard. with his equally lovely TA wife. both grinning innocently, standing underneath a……. FUCKING. FULL GROWN. ILLEGAL. CUCUMBER TREE.

Renegade botanist story, yasssss

@sednamode

It’s the kind of story that stays good even if it’s fake, but this does accurately quote Canadian tree law (i know).


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#storytime #anything that makes me laugh this much deserves a reblog #yeah I went googling and that was pretty much the conclusion I came to #our home and cherished land

canadian-space-agency:

First ever flower grown in space!

This zinnia flower was not selected for his beauty (although it is super cute!), but because it can help scientists understand how plants flower and grow in microgravity.

“It is a more difficult plant to grow, and allowing it to flower, along with the longer growth duration, makes it a good precursor to a tomato plant” said Trent Smith, Veggie project manager at NASA.

Photo: NASA Astronaut Scott Kelly


Credit: Canadian Space Agency’s Facebook Account


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#pretty things #flowers #space #the brightest star in our sky #spaaaace flooowerrr

themes commonly found in international friendships

ilzolende:

wirehead-wannabe:

badley:

– ‘u dont have (insert food/music/restaurant here) over there??’
– ‘wait what time is it. shouldnt u be asleep’
– alternatively: timezoned/clockblocked again
– ‘do u need a hug. have a virtual hug’
– weird slang terms
– ‘i will fight everyone thats mean to u. i will fight them rn’
– vague embarrassment regarding ur accent
– ‘dont maKE ME COME OVER THERE’
– ‘oh yeah i have a friend who lives in (insert country here) and apparently’
– no real hugs :((
– suffering
– fahrenheit vs celsius
– the measuring of things in feet fucks one of u up, probably

@queenshulamit

“- ‘dont maKE ME COME OVER THERE’”: Several times more amusing when your country has caused problems in the country of the person you’re talking to.

@sinesalvatorem


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#sometimes #(especially while surfing the Internet) #if I listen carefully to the inside of my head #I can almost hear them #the timezone translation algorithms quietly clicking along #over the course of spring and autumn little switches flick with changing DST statuses #2 PM in California #3 PM in Arizona in winter #10 PM in Britain #11 PM in Austria #(the Australian clocks #–not to be confused with Austria– #are buggy prototypes that still need their DST offsets programmed in) #(also I actually get the ‘wait you don’t have that’ problem *both* ways) #(in that sometimes I’m surprised when someone else doesn’t have a thing) #(and other times I know the thing is Canada-specific) #(and when I’m talking to a Canadian I’m like ‘wait a minute I can actually reference this thing and they’ll understand’)

boston

pervocracy:

Coworker: Hey Cliff, how do you spell “Korea?”

Me: K-O-R-E-A.

Coworker: What?  No.  Korea, like a job.  I’m looking for a new korea.

This reminds me of the beefa story.

Girl: I saw a beefa yesterday!

Kid!Mom, who has recently moved to Massachusetts from New Jersey: A beefa?

Girl: Yeah!

Kid!Mom: Is that some kind of cow?

Girl: No, no! A beefa! You know, *sticks out front teeth*

Kid!Mom: …a beaver.

Girl: Yes!

Kid!Mom: You mean a beaver.

Girl: Yes! A beefa!

Kid!Mom: *long sigh* *wonders what the hell her parents have gotten her into*


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#my home away from home #(that is my Massachusetts tag) #language #accents

nevermindbinarity asked: 24 and 33

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24. Baths or showers?

These days, showers. Baths were nice as a kid, but they lose a lot of their appeal when you grow too tall to float in the bathtub.

33. What do you typically have for breakfast?

I’m actually in the middle of eating my typical breakfast right now. It’s a single-serving peach yogurt cup. I eat a fruit yogurt cup for every non-Passover breakfast I spend at home (which is nearly all of them; about the only occasions I leave home before noon are exams, travelling, and the occasional unusually-early field trip). (Breakfasts away from home are a (carefully checked for freshness) peanut butter granola bar, or a cup of orange juice if I’m in a hotel that serves breakfast. Passover breakfasts early on are leftover charoset. Later in the week it’s often a piece of fruit, but a large part of what I get out of keeping Passover is taking a break from culinary routines, so anything goes, really.)

I like all of the Beatrice fruit yogurt flavours to one extent or another, but there’s a definite hierarchy of “buy this type only if the store is out of the higher-ranked types”. (The hierarchy changes every so often: currently it’s peach–>strawberry–>raspberry–>blueberry, but I’m thinking of switching strawberry and peach.)

(I can’t do big, rich breakfasts. My stomach wakes up very slowly: it takes 2 – 3 hours after I wake up before I can even eat the yogurt. If I’m in a situation where I have to conform to someone else’s schedule, I can get it down to 1 – 1.5 hours in a pinch, but it’s not fun.)


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#growing too tall to float in the bathtub was the beginning of the Dark Times #it was hard to find anything else that soothing and that readily available #tales from the askbox #ask meme #food #nevermindbinarity

sdhs-rationalist asked: 17, 36, 42, 63

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sdhs-rationalist:

brin-bellway:

17. Who would be your ideal partner?

My first reaction is “????“ and my second is “for starters, someone I’m not scared of”. Over the past year or so, I’ve been learning that perhaps this is not as exacting a standard as I once thought.

36. Favorite clean word?

Meridian. It has such a nice flow to it.

42. Are you a good judge of character?

My gut is a paranoid wreck. Intellectually, I don’t know.

63. Biggest Fear?

Hmm. I’m not sure. *digs through brain* Well, I don’t think I would call that the biggest fear, and lately it’s turned out that that one wasn’t quite a fear per se at all…

Memory of seven-year-old self: *gives me a Look*

…oh, of course, you’re right. It could never have been anything else.

Death, specifically my own.

(You can tell how good I’ve gotten at suppressing it by the first paragraph of this response. Even now, as I type this, I am careful not to think too hard about what I’m saying. It is a hard-won skill, honed through sheer self-preserving necessity for a decade and a half, and it is still best to avoid straining the limits when possible.)

I have additional questions about 63, but I will refrain from asking them out of concern for said limits.

Some of your questions may be answered by reading this post.

(Given the circles you travel in, it’s fairly likely that you’ve already read that post, but since you didn’t know me at the time you wouldn’t have filed away that it was me who wrote it.)


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#reply via reblog #ask meme #death tw


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sdhs-rationalist asked: 17, 36, 42, 63

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17. Who would be your ideal partner?

My first reaction is “????“ and my second is “for starters, someone I’m not scared of”. Over the past year or so, I’ve been learning that perhaps this is not as exacting a standard as I once thought.

36. Favorite clean word?

Meridian. It has such a nice flow to it.

42. Are you a good judge of character?

My gut is a paranoid wreck. Intellectually, I don’t know.

63. Biggest Fear?

Hmm. I’m not sure. *digs through brain* Well, I don’t think I would call that the biggest fear, and lately it’s turned out that that one wasn’t quite a fear per se at all…

Memory of seven-year-old self: *gives me a Look*

…oh, of course, you’re right. It could never have been anything else.

Death, specifically my own.

(You can tell how good I’ve gotten at suppressing it by the first paragraph of this response. Even now, as I type this, I am careful not to think too hard about what I’m saying. It is a hard-won skill, honed through sheer self-preserving necessity for a decade and a half, and it is still best to avoid straining the limits when possible.)


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#tales from the askbox #ask meme #oddly this skill *doesn’t* extend to a general capacity for doublethink #I have to learn it all over again for each new thing I try to suppress #(but the price of failure is never *quite* so high) #death tw #sdhs-rationalist


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