cat playing a theremin

(something else from boing boing)

Science Pictures

salt and pepper:

floating paperclip:

cancer cell metastasizing:

http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/shared/spl/hi/pop_ups/05/sci_nat_visions_of_science_/html/1.stm

milton bradley

this picture is old but i just thought of it and it makes me laugh

Here are a few random pictures I like

Frat boys in 1928

(via boing boing)

A tiny turtle eating cake

(pretty soon he might be pleased)

And two robots getting married

(also from boing boing)

I’ve decided to have like a regular blog

so here’s something cool from the internet:


http://www.guardian.co.uk/society/gallery/2008/mar/31/lifebeforedeath?picture=333325401

The Frogs

When the people came the frogs decided to hibernate – better to sleep than lose your mind awake. “Let’s dig them up and eat them!” the children laughed. In the spring the frogs gathered to count their loses. “Sad about Hubert, such a beautiful voice… Beatrice, please try to remember what you can of his songs.”

This story has 55 words – which is a thing people try to do sometimes.

Valentine’s Day Card

I made this valentine’s day card version of the fire comic – feel free to email it to someone you like or print it out or whatever:
card

The Bird

        There was a guy who was walking to work and away from a fight with his girlfriend. Then he got hit by a car.
        In the hospital he got a call from some friends he hadn’t talked to in a while. He got some flowers and watched TV. His girlfriend brought him chinese food. It was better than work.
        A few days later a bird came flying out of nowhere and crashed into his window and fell and disappeared. He managed to pull himself out of bed and grope his way painfully to the window. He saw the bird lying on the ground. It was still breathing!
        He called the nurse. It was morning, and the morning nurse was the nicer one. He explained about the bird and she went out and put it in a little box and brought it to him. He looked up on the internet how to take care of it. When his girlfriend visited all he wanted to do was talk about the bird. He asked her to get him some supplies and a cage for it. She thought he was losing it – maybe it was the painkillers. Anyway, she got it for him.
        He took care of the bird. It was obviously in pain. Over the next several weeks he and the bird got better together. The bird was now hopping about a little and the guy could take it out of the cage and the bird would hop around on his bed and sit on his shoulder. He and the bird would look out the window together. Suddenly one day, without any previous attempts at flight, the bird took off and flew out the window. “Now he’s happy to be outside” the man thought – he was also going to leave the hospital soon.
        When he was finally better, his girlfriend came to pick him up. She threw out the dead flowers and gathered up the cards and other little presents he had gotten. “I’m thinking about quitting my job” the man said to his girlfriend. “Why, you don’t like it?” she asked distractedly as she looked about the room making sure they had everything, though he could tell she was paying close attention. “Yeah, I don’t know, maybe I’ll get a job at a bookstore or something – something that isn’t so draining.”
        As she wheeled him out of the hospital (he could walk, but hospitals make you wheel out for insurance reasons) he felt a little different about everything. When they got to the door, he got up from the wheel chair and walked to the car, and when he got in the car he realized he wasn’t exactly inside of it in the way that he used to be. The inside of the car was just another part of the outside. He was never inside of anything in the old way again – and, like the bird, he was happy to be outside.

If You Dance With The Devil, You Might Get Burned

There was a place full of people, and each had their own fire. It helped to keep them warm and to see in the dark. But fires are both fierce and fragile – so sometimes they had to take great care to protect their fires from harm, and sometimes they had to protect themselves and others from their fires when they were wild.

If they were smart, they fed their fires good dry wood that wasn’t rotted so their fires would burn hot and clean. And if the fire was getting out of control, they could withhold new wood and wait till it settled down, or they could get to a safe place away from others and feed it even more and light up the sky. But they had to be constantly vigilant that they had enough fuel around, because small fires might quickly go out and large ones might quickly burn through their fuel.

Though a fire is a fire, and so a pretty specific thing, hot and bright etc., everyone’s fires were slightly different depending on the exact nature of the fuel they used and exactly how they built it. And when people stood near each other, their fires would mingle. A bright fire could strengthen a little one, or overwhelm it. And someone could even re-light a fire that had gone out, provided the embers were still hot enough. And your fire was changed by the other fires, so it was a sort of record of both who you are and also where you have been and who you have known.

You’ve Changed Me