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Wave in Backlight - Peter Witt

German , b. 1966 -

Oil on canvas, 80 x 80 cm.

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"you can use ai to improve spelling and grammar"

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Disgust has absolutely no ethical weight. If you are basing your ethical positions on the emotion of disgust you should stop, it is entirely unjustified and leads to a huge amount of harm.

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as a librarian, i can't encourage you enough to check out stuff you don't think you'll get around to reading

like other institutions, at the end of the day we have to use numbers to justify our existence and inform our financial decisions

check out that novel by that author you like even if you know there's no time to finish it. check out a movie you like even if you can't watch it. check out a sewing machine even if you don't have time for a project. we don't check if you finish anything, and it all adds up.

support your local library by checking out things you don't need

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Fuck. Those fuckers at the store sold me No Purpose Flour again. What the fuck do I do with this

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Was talking to a coworker today who explained that her grandfather was like Snow White “but Californian. And an old man.” in that the creatures of the forest would follow him around and presumably duet with him.

“When he died the ravens sat in the trees outside for a week, watching. Taking turns. A horde of raccoons tried to break into the house every night, tearing at the siding. Eventually they gave up, but it was unsettling.”

“Aww. They were checking on him!” I said, like a normal person. Internally, I thought “Maybe you could do the thing you do with dead pets, where you show them to the living pets so the living pet understands they’re gone. But I guess if you did that to a bunch of scavenging species, they’d be like “Well, that’s very sad but he IS food now.” So what you’d need, for human sensibilities, is some sort of transparent corpse barrier. Like a see-through coffin oh that’s what the dwarves were doing! You’ve stopped paying attention to this conversation about the loss of a beloved family member you gotta phase back in.”

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you cannot save me!! i am unsaveable!!! i have never been saved!!!!!!!!

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Say what you will about Critical Role as a production company, they're proving incredibly good at pulling people out of retirement to work with them. First they got Chris Perkins and Jeremy Crawford in to Darrington Press, now they've gotten Brennan Lee Mulligan away from his passion of making shoes for American Girls dolls to GM Campaign 4

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the look on gerard's face when he's singing this part of kill all your friends

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Justus ist ein Schlingel und hat das Mittag vergessen...

...und Tante Mathilda hat drei Jungs und nicht nur einen. (:

Buch: der Fluch des Rubins

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Was ist das für 1e Intromusik

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(not sure if this has been done before, but I just had to)

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The curtains were blue because everything in the room was carefully colour coordinated, reinforcing the character’s stylish and controlled characterisation. The curtains were blue because everything in the room was a different colour, reinforcing the character’s eclectic and globe-trotting personality. The curtains were blue because the character is elsewhere established to hate the colour blue, subtextually implying that their deceased spouse was responsible for that decoration choice.

The curtains were blue because throughout their filmography the director consistently uses cool tones to mark moments of distance between characters. The curtains were blue to tie the events in that room into the broader oceanic motif of this particular novel. The curtains were blue because the assonance evoked a contrast with the following stanza of the poem.

Even the curtains looked expensive: floor to ceiling velvet drapes, in a flawless royal blue. She tucked the saucer up on the windowsill and tied back faded blue curtains with a loop of string. The narrow blinds were the same navy blue as the pinstripe suit of the man who served eviction notice that sent them to this office.

The curtains were blue because the author’s childhood home had blue curtains, which they discussed in their letters related to their feelings of comfort in that place. The curtains were blue because the author’s childhood home had blue curtains, which they discussed in their letters related to their feelings of grief in that place.

The curtains were blue as an allusion to the contemporary joke about literary criticism, an extension of the author’s autocritical approach that will be further discussed in section seven.

The curtains were red, as a pun on;

The curtains were read.

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You don't understand how important River and the Doctor's relationship is to me.

For one, their timestreams. If you want to make a doomed love from the start, THAT IS HOW. Like, what do you mean the first he meets her is the last time she sees him? What do you mean she loves them so much but doesn't think that love is reciprocated?

How they're both going forwards and backwards at the same time? Every time he meets her, he knows so much about her. But every time she meets him, further on back down the line, he knows less and less. Until one day he doesn't know her at all.

When they meet in the middle they can only stop for a brief moment before going separate ways again.

The Doctor loves River so much that it hurts them. Their wife, the woman they trust with their name, which few know. River, the woman who married the Doctor because she couldn't bear for him to die not knowing how loved he was. That the universe needs them both because they need each other.

"You're always here to me, and I always listen."

He acknowledges that he avoided the truth because it was too painful. But he admits it anyway when it matters the most. He kisses her when she's not even there, not really. And they part in that special way, because it's true, they will meet again, so the goodbye doesn't have to be permanent.

The Doctor spends 24 years with River.

She has a diary to relive every moment together.

Do you think her data ghost reads it like a bedtime story? A story that's never ending even when it's been read through over and over because it never gets old, it's always new.

It's the greatest story ever made, the story of River and the Doctor.

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There was a young man from Peru

Whose limericks stopped at line two