i told my family about the rabbinic definition of a “wall” as “a barrier that impedes the passage of goats” and my mother was so delighted by this that weeks later she showed me a photo of a baby goat squeezing itself under a gate and was like “this is NOT a wall!”
If the baby goat had to squeeze through, that may suffice? Impeding can mean slowing down or delaying or making more difficult, so if the gate posed enough of a challege, it may be a wall.
A wall that does not stop goats is not a kosher wall but the rabbis, IMO, define it too narrowly, as they say a wall two handsbreadths off the ground will stop a goat and admittedly I have kind of big hands but I’ve seen goats get through a smaller space than that on many occasions
My neighbor has a goat farm with a cattle grid instead of a gate on his driveway. It seems to contain them, to my surprise. Does a cattle grid count as a “barrier”, and if so, could a goat-stopping cattle grid be considered a wall?
I’ve got to say, it was a pretty funny joke by the government to let people advertise drugs, as long as they fill the whole ad with everything that could possibly go wrong.
those ads where an announced reads a rapidfire list of horrifying side-effects in a soothing drone while the tv shows a happy telegenic family playing are one of America’s most important cultural artifacts and it’s so crucial that they be preserved for future civilizations
*rapid voice* this is not a place of honour. no highly esteemed deed is commemorated here. nothing valued is here. may cause nausea, vomiting, and erectile dysfunction. sending this message was important to us.
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#medical cw #advertising #anything that makes me laugh this much deserves a reblog #this probably deserves some other warning tag but I am not sure what
#school #food #storytime #disordered eating? #embarrassment squick? #anything that makes me laugh this much deserves a reblog #(I make no claims as to whether this is true but it’s funny regardless)
There’s something inherently hilarious about taking one of those indie puzzle-platformers that’s intended to be a contemplative exploration of personal identity or mental illness or what have you and speed-running it.
The Game: Throughout this area, your repeated failures as you make incremental progress toward a symbolic goal will come to illustrate–
Ok am I, stupid or do a fair portion of the lyrics to Kiss From A Rose just not make any sense at all
Why do your eyes get “larger” when it snows. What the fuck is a gray. Seal. Seal I am talking to you. Seal.
this is hilarious actually.
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#music #anything that makes me laugh this much deserves a reblog #(it is) #”Kiss From a Rose” seems like it was designed specifically to be half-heard on store background radios #it’s much less good if you’re actually paying close attention #rather like ”Magic Carpet Ride” that way
me every night when I sit in the dark stabbing my charger into my phone until I find the socket: don’t think of that post,don’t think of that post—
Evry damn time, but then I also remember the cure:
“Samuel Vimes dreamed about Clues. He had a jaundiced view of Clues. He instinctively distrusted them. They got in the way. And he distrusted the kind of person who’d take one look at another man and say in a lordly voice to his companion, “Ah, my dear sir, I can tell you nothing except that he is a left-handed stonemason who has spent some years in the merchant navy and has recently fallen on hard times,” and then unroll a lot of supercilious commentary about calluses and stance and the state of a man’s boots, when exactly the same comments could apply to a man who was wearing his old clothes because he’d been doing a spot of home bricklaying for a new barbecue pit, and had been tattooed once when he was drunk and seventeen* and in fact got seasick on a wet pavement. What arrogance! What an insult to the rich and chaotic variety of the human experience!”
― Terry Pratchett, Feet of Clay
Every once in a while a post comes back to smack me in the face all over again with how goddamn wonderful Sir Pratchett really was
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#anything that makes me laugh this much deserves a reblog #(why *not* think about that post though?) #BBC Sherlock #Discworld #(you know on reflection I don’t think I was even thinking of *that* post per se) #(I was thinking of the ”y’all ever mess up putting your phone charger in your phone completely sober just to flex on sherlock holmes” one)
Anakin: [dramatic and villainous] Join me, Master! I’ll give you one last chance! Obi-Wan: …fine. Anakin: I – [Dramatic John Williams Score cuts out] Wait, what? Obi-Wan: I said all right, then. [puts his cloak back on] Anakin: [mouth agape] Wh– no, Master, you – Obi-Wan: You offered, didn’t you? I mean if the Jedi Order and Republic are over, as you say, I suppose I’ve got to find employment somewhere. Anakin: [with gears visibly turning in his head] Well – but – it’s just. I’m talking about the Dark Side, Master, you know that, right? Obi-Wan: Yes. What else could you have possibly been talking about? Anakin: I…right, of course. So…you’re just, fine with becoming a Sith Lord, just like that. Obi-Wan: [smoothing out his sleeves] Hmm? I mean, I suppose, you know. Whatever you want to do. Anakin: That…this doesn’t make any sense. Obi-Wan: See, those were my thoughts exactly! Anakin: [confused as hell] …yeah, so…why… Obi-Wan: [scrolling on his phone] I, too, thought to myself “goodness! That certainly looks like Anakin pledging his life to a Sith Lord, but that, that makes no sense whatsoever! We were just about to win the war, and at any rate I just saw him only a handful of hours ago. Becoming a Sith, at this moment of all moments, would be possibly the stupidest, least-thought-through decision he’s ever made, even including that time he ate those leftovers that had been in the conservator since before we left for Christophsis.” Anakin: [makes a face] Obi-Wan: But then I thought, “well, Obi-Wan, you’ve known Anakin a very long time, surely if he’s doing something this drastic, it must be for a very good reason indeed. A reason that is based on solid facts that he has thought through at length after having gotten many hours of restful sleep. It’s not like he’d turn to the Dark Side because he’s panicked about something and refuses to talk to anyone about it in any actionable detail, and has decided to place all his proverbial eggs in one basket that happens to belong to a Sith Lord who orchestrated this entire war from the start!” Because of course that would be idiotic. And if that were the case, Anakin should probably just shut up and get on the ship and go help his wife before I have to do something I very much wouldn’t like to have to do to him. Anakin: [opens his mouth] [closes it] [unintelligible mumble] Obi-Wan: So, very well then. Sith Lords it is. Do I need to do anything immediately, or shall we just get on to murdering people?I I must say I don’t own many dark colors, but I’m sure we can stop at a store at some point during our killing spree. Anakin: W– no, I mean, Obi-Wan, you can’t…like…be that way. That’s not…you’re…you. Obi-Wan: What way is that, Anakin? Did you or did you not ask me to join you? Hmm? I said I accept. I presume you are a man of your word. Whom shall I kill in cold blood? [draws his lightsaber] Anakin: I…you should. I just. [mumbles again] Obi-Wan: What’s that? I couldn’t quite hear you. [leans in slightly] Would it bother you to see me behaving in such a way? Would it disappoint you, or possibly even tear your heart into pieces to watch your Master fall so far and do such terrible things? Would you do anything, forgive anything even though that is objectively insane, in the off chance that I might see reason, because I am behaving so far beyond anything you know of me? Anakin: [looks away and stares] [more mumbling, scuffs his boot on the ground] Obi-Wan: …well?! Anakin: [pouting and picking up his cloak, already walking away] I said I’ll get in the ship!
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#Star Wars #anything that makes me laugh this much deserves a reblog
Radiant isn’t specifically a “holy” damage type in D&D; holy magic often inflicts radiant damage, but there’s holy magic with non-radiant damage types (typically fire), and non-holy sources that inflict radiant damage – most relevantly, lasers!
Maybe Pelor should stop making people’s skin peel off, then. =P
As for the latter, nah, force is D&D‘s “pure magic” damage type, and has the specific attribute of being able to strike intangible or ethereal targets. I don’t know what real phenomenon would be analogous to that, but whatever it is, I’m reasonably certain I’ve never been injured by it!
Brinens and Things 