Everyone should occasionally break the law

in some small and delightful way,
it’s good for the hygiene of the brain."
(Sir Terry Pratchett)



Cheeky & Geeky Se Moi;

Vision, Faith & Attitude!

Nie Hao, Gaat ie, Fawakka?


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thefluffingtonpost:

Cat’s Home Repair Project Goes Horribly Wrong
By Anna Washenko, FluffPo Correspondent
After being asked dozens of times to fix the running toilet, Rex was sure that he knew what to do. But even with the help of his human friend, the project quickly snowballed into a much bigger problem. 
“I had a bad feeling about it from the very beginning,” Marty Maxwell said. “He was all, ‘Trust me, I asked Reddit what to do!’ Well look what you’ve done, Reddit.” 
Maxwell was reluctant to share the details of exactly where things went south with the repair job.
“I don’t even know what happened,” he said. “Rex was fiddling around with a wrench and suddenly there was water all over the floor. Next thing I know, he’s fallen into the bowl and is yowling for me to call 911 or a plumber.” 
When Rex posted his ordeal to the Reddit forums and berated the people whose advice led him astray, he was instantly upvoted to the front page. Maxwell said he suspected it was the above photo that catapulted him to the sudden popularity. 
Via Jim.
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thefluffingtonpost:

Cat’s Home Repair Project Goes Horribly Wrong

By Anna Washenko, FluffPo Correspondent

After being asked dozens of times to fix the running toilet, Rex was sure that he knew what to do. But even with the help of his human friend, the project quickly snowballed into a much bigger problem. 

“I had a bad feeling about it from the very beginning,” Marty Maxwell said. “He was all, ‘Trust me, I asked Reddit what to do!’ Well look what you’ve done, Reddit.” 

Maxwell was reluctant to share the details of exactly where things went south with the repair job.

“I don’t even know what happened,” he said. “Rex was fiddling around with a wrench and suddenly there was water all over the floor. Next thing I know, he’s fallen into the bowl and is yowling for me to call 911 or a plumber.” 

When Rex posted his ordeal to the Reddit forums and berated the people whose advice led him astray, he was instantly upvoted to the front page. Maxwell said he suspected it was the above photo that catapulted him to the sudden popularity. 

Via Jim.

Love animals as much as we do? Check out explore.org's network of live cams on bears, baby birds, puppies, kittens and more.

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mudwerks:

(via National Geographic Photo Contest 2011 - In Focus - The Atlantic)

This image was taken in wintertime in an arid area of the Canadian Rockies. Temperatures were below 30 degrees Celsius, yet because there was no snow fall the surface of the lake was uncovered allowing me to see and capture the bubbles (gas release from lake bed) that were trapped in the frozen waters. (© Emmanuel Coupe-Kalomiris )

mudwerks:

(via National Geographic Photo Contest 2011 - In Focus - The Atlantic)

This image was taken in wintertime in an arid area of the Canadian Rockies. Temperatures were below 30 degrees Celsius, yet because there was no snow fall the surface of the lake was uncovered allowing me to see and capture the bubbles (gas release from lake bed) that were trapped in the frozen waters. Emmanuel Coupe-Kalomiris )

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grimfairytales:

‘What do you think of the word “conundrum”?’
Tiffany stared at Preston, her mind still full of words people never said.’ What was that you asked?’ she said frowning.
‘The word “conundrum”,’ Preston repeated helpfully. ‘When you say the word, doesn’t it look in your head like a copper-coloured snake, curled up asleep?’
Preston was the worst dressed guard in the castle; the newest guard always was. To him were given the chain-mail trousers that were mostly full of holes and suggested, against everything we know about moths, that moths could eat through steel. To him was given the helmet that, no matter what size your head was, would slide down and make your ears look big; and this was not forgetting that he had also inherited a breastplate with so many holes in it that in might be more useful for straining soup.
But his gaze was always alert, to the point where it made people uneasy. Preston looked at things. Really looked at things, so intensely that afterwards they must have felt really looked at. She had no idea what went on in his head, but it was surely pretty crowded.
‘Well, I must say I’ve never thought about that word “conundrum”,’ she said slowly, ‘but it is certainly metallic and slithery.’
‘I like words,’ said Preston. ‘”Forgiveness”: doesn’t that sound like a silk handkerchief gently falling down? And what about “susurration”? Doesn’t it sound to you like whispered plots and dark mysteries? … Sorry, is something wrong?’
‘Yes, I think something may be wrong,’ said Tiffany, looking at Preston’s worried face.
‘Susurration’ was her favourite word; she had never met anyone else who even knew it. ‘Why are you a guard, Preston?’


Terry Pratchett  -  “I Shall Wear Midnight”

grimfairytales:

‘What do you think of the word “conundrum”?’

Tiffany stared at Preston, her mind still full of words people never said.’ What was that you asked?’ she said frowning.

‘The word “conundrum”,’ Preston repeated helpfully. ‘When you say the word, doesn’t it look in your head like a copper-coloured snake, curled up asleep?’

Preston was the worst dressed guard in the castle; the newest guard always was. To him were given the chain-mail trousers that were mostly full of holes and suggested, against everything we know about moths, that moths could eat through steel. To him was given the helmet that, no matter what size your head was, would slide down and make your ears look big; and this was not forgetting that he had also inherited a breastplate with so many holes in it that in might be more useful for straining soup.

But his gaze was always alert, to the point where it made people uneasy. Preston looked at things. Really looked at things, so intensely that afterwards they must have felt really looked at. She had no idea what went on in his head, but it was surely pretty crowded.

‘Well, I must say I’ve never thought about that word “conundrum”,’ she said slowly, ‘but it is certainly metallic and slithery.’

‘I like words,’ said Preston. ‘”Forgiveness”: doesn’t that sound like a silk handkerchief gently falling down? And what about “susurration”? Doesn’t it sound to you like whispered plots and dark mysteries? … Sorry, is something wrong?’

‘Yes, I think something may be wrong,’ said Tiffany, looking at Preston’s worried face.

‘Susurration’ was her favourite word; she had never met anyone else who even knew it. ‘Why are you a guard, Preston?’

Terry Pratchett  -  “I Shall Wear Midnight”