Hey kids here’s a piece of actual for real experienced adult advice: don’t make songs you like your alarm. Ever. You’re gonna Pavlov yourself into hating it or sleep through it and have weird dreams. Don’t do that to yourself. Seriously.
I’m glad the notes on this post have turned around from people going “I am the exception I love music I will never die” but some of you have made some truly unhinged choices about what to set your alarm. Why was it the Seinfeld theme in the first place.
Your experiences are not universal but I wish they were. You’re adorable. I want your life.
Anonymous asked:
Can you explain about fucking up the tow ropes please?
so the canal with the corkscrew bridge used to be used by small barges that were mostly pulled by horses, so they had to make a special bridge design just for that to prevent the horse from going over the bridge and the tow rope just getting stuck up there:
this bridge is an example of number 4!
Literally stared at the graph for too long thinking, “Well of course the ropes would get stuck with four different horses pulling on it!” before finally comprehending the bridges elegance and the singularity of horse.
People never seem to want to hang out at animal habitats. If they can’t see something immediately, they just leave. If you’re patient enough to stay, sometimes incredibly magical experiences happen. Like this one.
Those are California condors. Biggest wingspan in North America, incredibly endangered, and the only species with approval from USDA for emergency use of the poultry avian flu vaccine.
Towards the end of the day, once things got quiet, I sat down near where one was foraging and just hung out. Then… they noticed me.
I can only upload one video so I’m going with the one where I was showing them my glasses, since they kept trying to peck at my shoelaces and fingers and I wondered what else they’d be interested in.
They stayed there with me for at least five minutes, given the duration of video I took. Just chilling, watching me, interacting a little. It was just us - nobody else approached. Until eventually they chose to go do their own thing, and I sat there in awe for a while.
drinking blood is not about the blood it’s about the biting it’s about the drinking it’s about the closeness of it all. but it’s also a little bit about the blood
