It’s ok buddy, you won.
Of course this occasionally happens; deer get their antlers locked in battle, and they can’t get them out. Sometimes they both die.
i’m still looking at this image and it’s so impressive to me
after this guy’s foe died (what do u think the interim was like) did he jsut drag around the carcass until the body fell off at the neck or what. did he go out of his way to behead it. whats the story here. i want to interview this deer
also, other things from this Night Vale semi-re-listen that probably everyone but me has already noticed:
- my iPod plays them in reverse order so I cracked up when the ominous ending of “Yellow Helicopters” (and basically the StrexCorp storyline as a whole) immediately gave way to “Our god is an awesome god! Much better than that ridiculous god that Desert Bluffs has.” Pride goeth before the fall?
- and from the same episode, the sudden realization that oh, right, the tall warrior-like figures Dana was seeing on the plain around the mountain are the warriors that came through Night Vale weeks earlier. Between that and her knocking on the door in ep 41 reverberating all the way back to 15, her timeline must be more out of whack than I thought. It’s looking like her emails and texts to Cecil are further back in the past than when we heard from her directly, since they’re still telling the story of what she was doing before she gave in and went up the mountain, but that may not be a hard and fast rule. So, uh. Shrug.
Welcome to Night Vale
Episode 38 - Orange Grove
Welcome to Night Vale
Episode 10 - Feral Dogs
at work I have been going through old boxes of paperwork alone in the basement and so have been listening to Night Vale as I do filing things
today I wrapped up most of the paperwork bit but also finally figured out that the flickering I kept seeing at the corner of my eye (coincidentally first noticed during a re-listen to “Cassette”) was actually a fluorescent light cycling in such a way that when I moved my head a certain way and the filing cabinets reflected just so, it looked like an indistinct but unmistakably person-sized movement
I figured this out during “The Faceless Old Woman” because it was a bit too on-the-nose and also because I was tired of periodically jerking my head up from my filing in surprise, startled by the sudden impression that someone had come downstairs without me hearing it, only to find empty space
a second coincidence: I reach my hand into a box and recover several folders as well as a live spider, which is in the process of scurrying quickly away from my questing fingers. Was it on my fingers? Did the people upstairs hear my stifled shriek? Where the fuck did it go? Is it back in the box? Is it on me?
moments later, my unpaused iPod inquires, “Does it even matter how many living things you touch today, or where they all are now?” and I stop working for several seconds to drop my face into my hands and laugh bitterly / slightly hysterically
|—||There we have it: Reading literary fiction improves Theory of Mind. Pair with Judith Butler on reading as a tool of empathy. (via explore-blog)|
Viyella - F/W 2013/2014
…this must be what ~gentleman neckbeards~ on the internet think they look like when they leave their facial hair untrimmed and go strutting around in unusually-colored out-of-era fashion
I’ve solved it. I’ve solved the mystery of the M’LADIES. They think they are hot like this is hot, when really they are aesthetic tragedies. We should start a charity or a research paper
I loved episode 42. Fey was awesome, but what did it for me was the worldbuilding. So here’s an attempt at the entrance to the radio station.
(It sounded like Strex did a lot of renovating, hence the gaudy wallpaper. They also probably installed a dress code.)