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Being the resident discworld enjoyer is always fun because once in a while somebody will ask me what is this book you are reading about and I don't want to bore them with a long answer so I will say something like "oh, the personification of death has to take discworld Santa Claus' place to save discworld Christmas" or "One of the discworld gods has turn into a turtle and now they have to find enough followers to get their true form back" and they will say something along the lines of "Oh that sound fun and silly and goofy in a good way"

And then I finish the book and they ask me "Did you have fun?? Was it silly and goofy in a good way??"

And I can not find the words to explain that I have been emotionally compromised, felt the righteous anger behind the jokes in my bones, had so many of my hazy inner thoughts about the human condition and the world around us finally put into words in such a clear and beautiful way,

so I just say

"Yeah! It was really fun!"

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just some lads, being fellows

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A priest hooks a huge fish

Helping him reel it in, a sailor says “Whoa, look at the size of that fucker!”.

“Hey, mind your language!” says the priest.

Embarrassed, the sailor thinks quickly and blurts out, “Sorry father, but that’s what this fish is called, it’s a Fucker fish”.

Accepting the explanation, the priest forgives the sailor and takes the fish back to church.

“Look at this huge fucker” says the priest, spotting the bishop.

“Language, please! this is God’s house,” replies the bishop.

“No, no that’s what this fish is called, “says the priest.

“Oh,” says the bishop, scratching his chin “I could clean that fucker and we could have it for dinner”.

So the bishop takes the fish, cleans it, and brings it to the mother superior.

“Could you cook this fucker for dinner tonight?” he asks her.

“My, what language!” she exclaims, clearly shocked.

“No, sister that’s what the fish is called - a fucker”, says the bishop.

Satisfied with the explanation, the mother superior says, “Wonderful, I’ll cook that fucker tonight, The Pope is coming for dinner!”

The fish tastes just great and The Pope asks where they got it.

“Well, I caught the fucker!” says the priest.

“And I cleaned the fucker!” says the bishop.

“And I cooked the fucker!” says the mother superior.

The Pope stares at them for a minute with a steely glaze, leans back on his chair, takes off his cap, puts his feet up on the table, pours himself a whiskey and says:“ You know what?, You cunts are alright.”

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i think the single most unrealistic part of superman 2025 was when it was announced that superman's kryptonian parents told him to have a harem and it was exclusively met with fear and disgust. I KNOW there would've been at least five dedicated subreddits that would have thousands being like HOW TO GET INTO SUPERMAN'S HAREM PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE ONE SHOT BIG BLUE THAT'S ALL I'M ASKING

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how i'm handling my students using AI to write papers:

-don't accuse them on using AI from the get-go and instead ask them to informally define all the huge words that they used in their essay which i know they don't know the meaning of

-ask to see their original file where they "wrote" the essay. go to version history to see if it was just copy and pasted and then just edited a bit. i keep an eye out for the shit like "certainly! here's an essay about...."

-if they own up to it, they can re-do the assignment for a higher grade even if there will be an automatic penalty. if they don't, i process it like plagiarism and get my supervisor involved.

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This bird came back from extinction - now scientists in a glider are teaching it to migrate

Extinct in central Europe for 300 years, 36 northern bald ibis are following an ultralight aircraft on their long-forgotten migration route from Austria to Spain

Fritz was inspired by the 1996 film Fly Away Home in which the main character flies an ultralight plane to show orphaned geese their migratory path. The film was based on the work of “Father Goose” Bill Lishman, a naturalist who taught Canadian geese in the same way in 1988.

Breeding efforts to increase their population over the past two decades have been successful, but without guidance from wild ancestors, the birds – known for their bald red head and long curved beak – no longer had any knowledge of which direction to fly for winter. Early reintroduction attempts were largely unsuccessful – instead of returning to suitable wintering grounds such as Tuscany, Italy, the birds flew in different directions and died.

When they reach the wintering grounds, the birds become fully independent and no longer need their foster parents, although they still recognise them years later and actively approach to say hello (the birds have a ritual greeting in which they spread their hair and bow, making a “chrrupp” noise). The central European population has increased from zero to almost 300 since the start of the project in 2002, and in 2011 the first bird migrated back to Bavaria from Tuscany without human help.

This is amazing and also very sweet. Do click though and read the whole article at the Guardian.

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Trump is bad for business. Republican racism, xenophobia, and nativism are pure cancer.

MAGA is killing jobs, killing manufacturing, killing foreign investment, and destroying tourism.

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fuck marry befriend kill: operator addition

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I think this is the funniest 404 error page I’ve seen

“I hope you’re hungry… for nothing!” Give me my stuffed marshmallows you freak

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a meeting of creatures…

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Octopuses can fit through any gap larger than their beak.

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Colossal Labs has confirmed they've managed to genetically engineer the first hamster. Yes, you read that right. The first real hamster. We're no longer sure what all those other things are.

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god made balls to be played with