glutenfreewaffles:

remember when you put your glasses on for the first time and you realized you could see leaves on trees

 

glutenfreewaffles:

how  many fucking people on this website wear glasses jfc

 

drkarayua:

it’s always the leaves oh my god

 

aviculor:

it was streetlights for me

 

zombiotic:

Rocks on the ground for me.

 

spindleshanking:

Trees on the mountains.

 

sarahmouse:

I was really excited to find out that grass is made of individual pieces.

 

pstumpandtheclappers:

People have faces.

 

nenya-kanadka:

“Oh, birds! There’s actually something up there in the sky when my mom points!” 

No, I don’t remember, because I was too young.

(I remember when I was still a fairly young kid getting glasses back after having to go for…I dunno, maybe a couple months without, but that’s different. Yes, I was happy I could read the road signs, but–having had glasses previously–I had already been aware road signs had text even if I couldn’t currently perceive it.)


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#glasses #I do feel bad for people who were old enough to remember #but not old enough to know this wasn’t how the world was supposed to look

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nenya-kanadka:

brin-bellway:

nenya-kanadka:

amnesia-machine:

My not!sister makes these too: 

Pysanky by Nepenthe

/obligatory familial boost

Two or three times over the years, in two different Girl Guide troops, they taught us to make what they described as “Ukrainian Easter eggs”. Every single time, the Guiders appeared to think this would be a more novel way to celebrate Easter, rather than the normal boring Easter eggs that we would obviously already be familiar with.

To this day, I am unsure how else one makes Easter eggs.

My fannish!sister, whose family is…Wendish? Something Eastern European that’s not Ukranian, but the egg designs are similar, learned her technique from her mother. It involves little pots of dye, and wax. You plan out the design, and dip the egg in the first colour (let’s say yellow), then paint over in wax the parts that you want to keep yellow. Then you dip it in, say, green. Paint over what you want to keep green. Then dip it in red…etc. until you have the final design. Then you melt off the wax (I forget how) and poke a hole in the end to let the egg white/yolk gloop out. Very carefully! (Can’t remember why you do that at the end rather than the beginning—probably because the egg is more fragile for painting if it’s just the shell.)

There may be other ways to do it. When I was a kid, the few times we painted eggs involved watercolour paints and markers or something. :P Not the same. 

You may have misinterpreted. I’m saying that the method you’re describing is the only way I have ever made Easter eggs. Every time there was an Easter-egg-making session of a group I was part of, it was always Ukrainian-style, the idea being (either implicitly or explicitly) that teenagers would be bored with the “usual” ways of making Easter eggs by now, so let’s try a different way. Thing is, I’ve never done the usual way, only “here’s what you do when you’re sick of the usual” (and always introduced to me as such).

(A bit like fairy tales, really. I learned Jack and the Beanstalk and Goldilocks and the like by watching Looney Tunes do several different parodies of each tale and noting the common elements. Nobody ever teaches you Fairy Tales 101 because they all assume somebody else already did, so you have to learn 101 by taking the advanced classes and reading between the lines.)

(I did suspect Easter Eggs 101 involved markers.)


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snorlaxatives:

the annual scholastic book fair was the only reason i didn’t drop out of elementary school

Then maybe I shouldn’t reveal that for the twice-annual* “teachers only” Scholastic book sales held at the warehouses, homeschooling parents counted as “teachers” and were allowed to bring their children. I didn’t even go to elementary school and I was still able to look forward to a Scholastic book fair every year.

(The book sale was hugely discounted and let you examine the product before buying it, which is what made it worth looking forward to months in advance. We were also allowed to buy non-discounted mail-order books from Scholastic, with a new catalog sent to us…quarterly, I think it was. New catalogs were a much lesser excitement, but I looked forward to them a little too.)

*Though we generally only went to one per year.


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#my childhood #the nearest Scholastic warehouse was ~80 minutes’ drive away in Cinnaminson #we made a day of it #it was an Event #right up there with Dorney Park’s Halloween celebrations #and Storybook Land’s open-late nights every December #every ride and tree covered in lights #our own personal holidays

artfullyaudacious:

steampoweredcupcake:

turnitonandhide:

Welcome to Aunt Valerie

via SailorPtah on DeviantArt

Part of the Family Reunion premise.

THIS IS MY FAVORITE HEAD CANON OF ALL TIME

CARLOS

YES


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#Welcome to Night Vale #Magic School Bus #yessss #(Carlos was what?) #(eight when I was four?) #(ish?) #(which would make him in his mid-twenties now?) #(did you know they still show Magic School Bus on kiddie channels?) #(I saw one a few months ago) #(and it was the architecture one too) #(that was always one of my favourites) #(building tiny bridges with gummy candies and bobby pins) #nostalgia #tag rambles

slepaulica:

asapscience:

How many digits of π do you know?

I’m a dick!

…I was under the impression that “3.14159265” was the amount you couldn’t help but learn just by living in a culture where the concept of pi is this well-known. Certainly while I remember learning “358” and a little later “9793238” (circa age ten or eleven; I was reading Muse magazine and they had a bit on pi, and I was like “oh hey, more pi digits! that ‘979323’ is a nice pattern, I bet it would be easy to memorise. think I’ll throw in one more while I’m at it”), I don’t remembering learning the first…do you count from before or after the decimal point? Anyway, I don’t remember learning the part in my first sentence because I was so young.

(I suppose it’s not that surprising, really. I frequently have trouble telling the difference between common knowledge and stuff I happened to pick up on the way.)


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#reply via reblog #I gather that at no point pre-marriage did Dad actually say to Mom #’let’s get together and raise a family of geeklets’ #but after the fact he’s described it like that multiple times #the plan pretty much worked out


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sittingonalog:


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#I want to liiiiie shipwrecked and comatose #drinking fresh #mango juice #goldfish shoooooals nibbling at my toes #fun fun fun #in the sun sun sun #(to those of you unfamiliar with the Red Dwarf theme song) #(it is not supposed to make sense) #Red Dwarf #my childhood #I have been watching this show since I was a pair of uncombined gametes #and I think it might be time for the umpteenth rewatch

urbancatfitters:

do u guys understand how creepy the pledge of allegiance is though like every day when ur a kid everybody just chants how great america is every morning it’s creepy

 

holmes-sweet-holmes:

You do that every morning???

 

jolivet:

EVERY MORNING.

 

youblowuponesun:

wait

wait

is this a real thing i thought that was just in the simpsons

 

jolivet:

no son

 

youarelookingatthis:

Wait, other countries don’t do this.

 

wholock-rab:

*whispers* Not even Russia

 

khito:

i know its the weirdest thing to move to the US partway through your schooling and everyone recites this prayer to the flag every day wtf

 

plures:

the Pledge is so fucking creepy! we were just thinking about that about an hour ago. the patriotism in this country freaks a lot of us out… ~H.

 

ophiuchusdenied:

oh, and you can get detention if you refuse to say the pledge at some schools.  or at least get scolded by your teacher, get your parents called, or be socially ostracised.  all because you refuse to swear fealty to a piece of fabric as a daily ritual.

How do they know if you refuse to say the pledge?

Being homeschooled, my first exposure to routine Pledging was when I tagged along at my little brother’s Cub Scout meetings. By which time I was nearly eleven, had read Guardians of Ga’Hoole, and therefore knew how to look like I was taking part in a group chant without actually doing so.

(Yes, that does mean not Taking a Stand, but I personally think one should not Take a Stand against brainwashing cults until after one has escaped them. And I was still slightly too young, by my parents’ standards, to stay home by myself on a regular basis. (Mom was helping out with them, so I couldn’t stay home with her.))


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gingerthon:

d0cpr0fess0r:

tabbystardust:

I made this graphic because some people like to complain that changing the gender/sex of the characters somehow “ruins” or “desecrates” Arthur Conan Doyle’s legacy. Funnily enough nobody ever complains when they are turned into mice, dogs, etc. (Presumably because they are still male.) As you can see there have been several female versions of these characters in the past, and they have hardly ruined anything.

Some of the oldest adaptations only had the actor info for Holmes on IMDB, so either Watson didn’t exist in those films at all, or the actor is unknown. (If he did exist it’s pretty safe to assume he was male.)

I excluded incarnations where Holmes/Watson only appeared once as guest stars in unrelated tv shows. (There were lots.)

Vege- OH! VEGGIE TALES

My heart soars over my favorite robot Watson


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#Sherlock #I don’t know if the last person to add text is serious #but as of last time I saw it I loved Sherlock Holmes in the 22nd Century in all honesty #all five episodes of it #(it kind of weirds me out that there are actually twenty-one more that I never got to see) #nostalgia