Brinens and Things

A bird in the hand is worth two on a capybara


A bird in the hand is worth two on a capybara

I love these new "type these words into your tags box and post the first tag that automatically pops up" thingies, so fun. Let’s do another one:

  • can’t
  • don’t
  • first
  • help
  • please
  • one
  • my
  • will
  • stop
  • get
  • honestly
  • I’m




Numen/ For Use For Use used thick transparent sticky tape to create an interactive installation. By stretching, sticking and wrapping thick layers of tape around grounded pillars, beams, trees or whatever standing objects exist in the chosen space Numen/ For Use create a web of tendon tunnels and spaces that can be accessed and crawled through, strong enough to carry human weight. From afar the installation appears like an interwoven structure of bending elastic pipes.


It’s a nightmare come true.


"kids arent being social now a days because of those brain washing phones" what the fuck do you think we’re doing with the phones. do you think we just stare at the number pad. do you think twitter is just a one way text from a robot bird.

*nod* I had a meatspace party yesterday. (To celebrate my new Canadian citizenship! \o/) I spent about the final hour of the four mostly with a pillow over my head, in a vain attempt to muffle all the light and sound to a decent intensity. I longed for Internet interaction, where it’s mostly quiet, things happen at an actually reasonable pace*, and it’s much more socially acceptable to ignore (or sometimes even call out as rude) “what are you going to do when you grow up” questions. (Those are basically just a veiled insult of the young adult in question’s ability to get their act together, by holding them to the unreasonably high standard of “knowing what they want to do with their life”. But that’s another story.)

All those get-off-my-lawn types talk about how pretty soon we’ll communicate entirely through text and won’t have face-to-face conversations at all. I’d say I can hardly wait for that day to come, but I think we all know it won’t. Unfortunately.

*Nobody would have let me spend half an hour composing this in meatspace. Maybe two minutes. And then they talk just as fast as they make you talk, and expect you to somehow keep up.


Me (located in Iceland) and my friend (located in New Zealand) made the biggest sandwich of all time.


Me (located in Iceland) and my friend (located in New Zealand) made the biggest sandwich of all time.

To all the Tumblr users who tend to use tags very liberally:






Let’s play a game.

Type the following words into your tags box, then post the first automatic tag that comes up.










#’you— god— with your FACE— you— FUCK!!!’

#(also sully and I think undead marco polo in the background)

#’what is this’

#when I do things that make me happy


#’how long you been carrying that around?’

#’um I mean hey look a distraction’

#(but that’s mostly because they disagree with the church on several key levels) [please note this tag appeared before the actual word “because”]

#((not the only quote I’ll never forget))

tumblr your auto-tag thing makes zero sense, that is what I have learned from this

#You can fit a LOT of pan-galactic gargle blaster in a nalgene bottle

#also I don’t play enough games

#What Friends Are For

#When pedants attack

#Why the fuck is raspberry blue?


#Look at me all domestic and shit

#Because living languages were too mainstream

#never really thought it was charming tbh

Well, really. Why IS raspberry blue?! It’s a good question!

Ooh, this should be fun. :D


#(okay also I think I may have recognized the eyebrows)

#(oh god what is internet what is language)

#(on second thought when the fuck have i seen joker’s eyebrows?)

#Why even


#looks interesting

#because I can

#never forget

#’enjoy[ing] a good or even a mediocre Benedict Cumberbatch joke as much as the next young adult’

#(also I’m a very slow showerer)

#’butternut pumpkin? wait what?’

#(when I say ‘doing the will of Satan’ I’m thinking of the ending of The Wizard’s Dilemma)

#(why do British colonists have such a hard time coming up with original names for their towns)

#(Tumblr pointed out that that was how I tagged the last math joke)

#(looking forward to that)

#(because there is that whole Easter Bunny thing)

#(I’ve never heard them called ‘popples’ before)

That is certainly an interesting selection, and makes it very clear that quotes and parentheses get first dibs in the sorting.

The Cowbird’s Guide to Practical Brood Parasitism



I don’t know how else to preface this article. Birds, man.

So I’m willing to bet that a lot of you are aware of brood parasitism à la the cuckoo, and a good number of my followers have probably even heard of the terrifying methods the intraspecific brood parasitic coot uses to weed out the fakers from its progeny.

But have you heard much about this lady?


Looks kind of drab and unassuming, doesn’t she.

(She murders your children if you don’t do what she wants.)

So let’s talk about brood parasitism and why it’s good and why it’s not so good and the different strategies that different bird species use, including mafia behavior. And we’ll talk about the development of male cowbird courtship too because that’s kind of cool. But yeah, lots of bird child murdering behind the cut just so you’re aware.

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[Annual Reblog] I didn't go to Mass this morning, so I made my Unitarian Universalist boyfriend tell me the story of Easter.
Boyfriend: And then they buried him, and the women were very sad because he had a rockin' bod.
Boyfriend: And then there was much mourning, and Judas, his ex, was sad, because he had a rockin' bod.
Boyfriend: And thus three days and nights had passed, and the Romans partied pretty hard, but everyone else had some regrets.
Boyfriend: And on the third day, they did say unto the Lord's Angel, Where the hell is this dude's corpse?
Boyfriend: And the Angel said, He is not here. He has risen.
Boyfriend: And the women were like, Fuck you, dude, this is why we can't have nice things.
Boyfriend: And Jesus did come back from the dead, and He said, Eat of this bread, it is my body. And He said, This man shall wear a funny hat and be infallible, and he will be called the Pope.
Boyfriend: And He saw what He had done.
Boyfriend: And it was good.
Boyfriend: And then He said, Fuck you guys, I am taking my ball and going home.
Boyfriend: And He ascended into Heaven.
Boyfriend: And then Mary said to the angel, Man, you look familiar.
Boyfriend: And the Angel said, No, dude, we all look alike, I have never seen you before, and he did ascend into the sky, and Mary yelled, You owe me a LOT of child support.
Boyfriend: And that is why we have Easter. The eggs represent the ball Jesus took with him because he didn't want to play anymore.


Tiny Griffin! The first in a mini series of mini mythological creatures.

omg hummingkitty



Tiny Griffin! The first in a mini series of mini mythological creatures.

omg hummingkitty


I can’t believe all of you can fit inside my computer