- (We’re taking a calculus final. The TA is a well-known Lord of the Rings fan, and we’ve had running LotR jokes all semester.)
- TA: “Okay, guys, everyone look at me. We’ve been over the rules, but just in case: no notes, pencil your answers in on the scantron sheet, and graphing calculators only – no more ‘can I just used my cell phone’ nonsense.”
- Student: “[TA's name], my calculator batteries just died! What should I do?”
- TA: “Here, I’ve got a big box of spares.”
- Student: *struggling* “I can’t get this packaging open…”
- Student 2: “Here, I’ve got a pocket knife.”
- TA: “And I’ve got a pair of scissors if you need them.”
- Student 3: *from the back of the room* “OR MY AXE!”
- (Everyone starts laughing.)
- TA: “The only axes allowed on the exam are in the graph section.”
- (Everyone groans.)
- TA: “Oh, come on, you’re in a math class. Deal with the math jokes.”
- (The professor enters with a stack of exams. With him are two exam proctors.)
- Professor: “Tolkien jokes already, [TA's name]?”
- TA: “Hey, I didn’t start it.”
- (The professor starts handing stacks of exams to the TA and proctors.)
- Professor: “But I’m about to finish it. [TA], take these exams down the left flank. [Proctor 1], follow the desks down the center. [Proctor 2], take your exams right, along the wall.”
- (At this point, many of the students have realized where this is going: Theoden’s lines from ‘Return of the King.’)
- Professor: “Forth, and fear no problems! Solve! Solve, students of calculus! Points shall be taken, scores shall be splintered! A pencil day! A red-ink day! Until three thirty!”
- (The professor pulls out a pencil, holding it out like a sword, and runs down the first row holding it out. Students hold up their pencils, hitting his as he passes.)
- Professor: “Solve now! Solve now! Solve to good grades and the class ending! MAAATH!”
- Entire Class: “MAAATH!”
- Professor: “MAAAAATH!”
- Entire Class: “MAAAAAATH!”
- Professor: “Forth, exam-takers!”
- (The entire class rises to their feet and gives him a standing ovation. A week later, we get an email from the professor.)
- Professor: *at the end of the email* “PS: I appreciate all of you who wrote in their evaluations that I was the one professor to rule them all, but the best one yet was the student who called me ‘Mathrandir.’”
OMG. I want to write the alternate universe where she wins and becomes president. Can you imagine how amazing that USA would be to live in?!
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have shared it before, will share it again
and again, and again, and again
until it finally sinks in
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Bustle
1883
The Metropolitan Museum of Art
Brilliant but how did a woman sit?
Oh no, read this as “how did a woman shit,” which seemed…unlike you. But now that my subconscious has asked, IT’S A DAMN GOOD QUESTION.
Well, sidesaddle, obviously. Yes, for both. No, I don’t actually know how that would work actually. (Okay, I’ve thought waaaaaay too much about this now, and the answer would be backless stools, chaise lounges, and chamberpots, obviously. Because women’s underwear at the time was crotchless, all it would involve would be pulling the pot underneath all the clothes and … squatting … I imagine, and WHAT. STOP LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT.)
Which, HI TUMBLR I’M BACK!! =D
Hiiiiiii!!!!!!
Fun facts! Bustles like this collapse, like an accordion, so you have to sit down correctly, but you can do it!
Also there were specially designed chamber pots for women, which look basically like big gravy boats with handles, and according to one source I saw were often used with the aid of a ladies’ maid. SO GLAD NOT TO BE THAT MAID right?
Charis, you are brilliant and I love that you know these things. (I totally knew you would.) Also, I don’t know that I would ever want to shit in a large gravy boats, even for all the Darcys in Derbyshire. Yay for indoor plumbing, forsooth.
Bustle
1883
The Metropolitan Museum of Art
Brilliant but how did a woman sit?
Oh no, read this as “how did a woman shit,” which seemed…unlike you. But now that my subconscious has asked, IT’S A DAMN GOOD QUESTION.
Well, sidesaddle, obviously. Yes, for both. No, I don’t actually know how that would work actually. (Okay, I’ve thought waaaaaay too much about this now, and the answer would be backless stools, chaise lounges, and chamberpots, obviously. Because women’s underwear at the time was crotchless, all it would involve would be pulling the pot underneath all the clothes and … squatting … I imagine, and WHAT. STOP LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT.)
Which, HI TUMBLR I’M BACK!! =D
Okay. Okay.
Whenever we reblog those lists of hotlines for people to call in an emotional crisis, part of me always thinks, “you know what? Talking on the phone fucking blows.”
And I’ve spoken to people mid-crisis who ABSOLUTELY REFUSE to call a number, because you know what? Talking on the phone fucking blows. IM is alright, typing things out to a faceless screen, it’s so much easier than using your voice most of the time. If only there was some sort of chat-based hotline-
There is? It’s here?!
HUZZAH!
IMAlive is an IM-based support center, run entirely by well-trained volunteers who seriously do give a shit. It’s free, it’s confidential, and it WORKS.
If you’re hurting right now, PLEASE CLICK THE LINK.
If you’re feeling alright, but give half a damn about the people around you, SIGNAL BOOST THE FUCK OUT OF THIS.
I want everyone to know this exists. This is an option. You don’t have to be afraid.
Come and talk.
This. is. amazing. I am one of those people who hate phones and have a lot of anxiety associated with it, and it never would have occurred to me to call a suicide hotline. But I don’t know how many times I was talked down over IM and through LJ comments by my friends, and I’m fairly certain its why I am alive now.
(via thelightofthingshopedfor)
I started out clicking strategically… and by the end was just wildly clicking and dancing in my chair.
CLICK THE SQUARES.
THE WHOLE WORLD NEEDS TO KNOW ABOUT THIS.
THIS THIS THIS THIS!
I started dragging to fill the whole thing and now I’m deaf and blind =_=
homestucks might enjoy this arrangement
About time this thing showed back up on my dash
I’d forgotten about this. Well there goes my life again lol.
Need this on my dash forever.
(Source: mandaflewaway)
✝Vintagrunge✝
this is inaccurate. can any whovians tell me why?
TIME ISN’T A STRAIGHT LINE. IT’S A BIG BALL OF WIBBLY-WOBBLY, TIMEY-WIMEY … STUFF.
So I would just like to take this moment to say that firemen are fucking superheroes. They are regular people who go into burning buildings and save every life they can. Even animals. It’s the best.
These are all wonderful, but picture #3 is my favourite.
When my house burned down, I was afraid the firefighters would be like “We got better things to do than find your cats, lady,” but they totally did go out of their way to find them, and brought them out in little cat sized oxygen masks wrapped in towels. They said most of them have pets, and they know how important it is. Pic #6 might be the cutest picture ever.
one time when there was a fire in the house across from mine, i was like six at the time, there was this fireman who ran back into the house and everyone was yelling at him, and he came back like five minutes later with a basket full of cats and one dog. one of the cats was a momma kitty with six kittens and the dog was protecting the cats. i asked him why he went into the house to get the animals, and he replied “they are alive just like we are, and have the right to breathe just as much as you or i”
i was really inspired and thats why i remember it
Okay, so these are adorable and amazing, BUT THE THIRD PICTURE, OMG. I’M LAUGHING HARDER THAN I PROBABLY SHOULD.
Your tax dollars at work. :)
(Source: smokedtea)
English folklore has the ominous legend of the Black Dog (the Grim), a beast whose appearance presages doom, death, or, at best, despair The Black Dog can be a symbol of evil. It is more commonly an omen of something bad to come. Bad luck from the olden days when Europe and the British Isles were pagan. Pre-Christianity. Some seem attached to families, while most are rather random but specific to their locality.
But there are also reports, some of them first-person, of wayfarers (especially lone females) being protected by Black Dogs. There is also a legend of a benevolent Black Dog, who appears to guide travelers to a safe haven. Black dogs are sometimes seen as guardians of a soul when it travels between planes and such.
guys I don’t care about legends but look at these puppies
I’d never heard the benevolent Black Dog legends, but I loooooove them. Probably because I have one. Here he is getting his cozy on in some blankets.
Hey Jo I think this is relevant to your interests! (Also, puppies!)
(Source: darren-kryptonite)
