a friend of mine tried to sell his soul on ebay and the starter price was $10 and people were bidding on it but before anything happened ebay took it down and sent him an email explaining that if he was selling a soul that didn’t actually exist then it was against their policy and if he was selling a real soul then that is a human body part and it is also against their policy
Love this mural of Erotica on the Library of Congress ceiling.
The serene look when you know you’re working on some quality smut
My partron muse
i’m still so pleased the muse erotica is like a 20-30 something woman in a kicking back with a nice lap blanket and a tablet and an ambiguously gay haircut instead of some thin sexy siren with her boobs and butt out. this artist absolutely knew their shit. this artist was 100% correct.
The artist was George Randolph Barse
and i just found the photographer was Carol M Highsmith, and you can buy this as a print RIGHT HERE
Aww yiss.
Well, now I know what I need to hang in my office.
@khirsahle – you never told me you’d had your portrait done!
Part of me is very fascinated with the idea of mmo rping that’s this complex/multi-layered and the other part of me is concerned that this person dedicated the time to do something this Fucked Up
But I want to know how the others reacted. And if this person had a good in-character motive for this.
What’s the most simple thing you’ve ever had to explain to a fully competent adult?
That you cannot fax money to someone.
Had someone accidentally fax us some paperwork. They then asked if we would fax it back due to the paperwork being confidential…
I have received a fax in an envelope.
like… they took the documents, put em in an envelope, then faxed me a picture of the sealed envelope.
When I was a kid, I faxed my dad’s satellite office drawings of horses. I had watched my father send so many faxes that I had the process memorized. Except, for some reason I thought that I could fax things to grandma. I put in the numbers for the office every time, but was convinced that the faxes were going to grandma. I also didn’t think to inform my parents that I was doing this.
My dad visited the satellite office (three hour drive) one day and discovered their conference room white board absolutely covered in my drawings. The guys thought it was adorable that I sent drawings and letters to them, and didn’t tell my dad because they knew he’d stop me.
That’s one of the cutest things I’ve ever heard.
I like that this just turned into stories about faxing
fax machines do seem to be right in the middle of “people do not understand what is happening”. it’s easier if you spell the name out: facsimile machine. it’s a machine for making a thing that looks like another thing. the actual thing is not sent, just an image of it.
i too, think it would be different if we were staring into our empty palms and not an incredibly complex device which gives us access to almost all of the information in the world and can be used to communicate with other people
This is like taking a picture of a cyclist and photoshopping the bike out and then making fun of them for being in a silly position
reblog if you DO lie in bed and stare at your palms for hours while dissociating from reality
Where’s that pic of that motorist on a like low riding motorbike or whatever but the bike had been photoshopped out and it looked like he’s farting fire because this is literally that.
fred and george weasley on the top floor in hogwarts trying to get slinkies all the way down by predicting the pattern the stairs are gonna shift in
they actually figure it out, they calculate the exact pattern, and start distributing it
suddenly, students are barely ever late to classes any more and there are significantly fewer incidents of getting lost around the castle
everything goes wonderfully for a week, all the professors are baffled but pleased
until the end of the week when the true purpose for the pattern’s distribution becomes clear. schoolwide slinky race. a thousand conjured slinkies all let loose at the same time. the rustling of the swarm of springs echoes through the halls of hogwarts. the house elves refer to the dreaded Slinky Sunday for centuries
Like on the one hand I want to make a “and you say the future never comes” joke but this is like, fuckin, eldritch, I am sobbing from seeing this and thinking about the people who are trying to nut in this pulsating robot. Everything about this horrifies and disgusts me
just moving along like everyone else 