The Elements
Tom Lehrer

dr-archeville:

macabredanse:

cheaperthanmedication:

There’s antimony, arsenic, aluminum, selenium, 
And hydrogen and oxygen and nitrogen and rhenium, 
And nickel, neodymium, neptunium, germanium, 
And iron, americium, ruthenium, uranium, 
Europium, zirconium, lutetium, vanadium, 
And lanthanum and osmium and astatine and radium, 
And gold and protactinium and indium and gallium, 

And iodine and thorium and thulium and thallium. 

There’s yttrium, ytterbium, actinium, rubidium, 
And boron, gadolinium, niobium, iridium, 
And strontium and silicon and silver and samarium, 
And bismuth, bromine, lithium, beryllium, and barium. 

There’s holmium and helium and hafnium and erbium, 
And phosphorus and francium and fluorine and terbium, 
And manganese and mercury, molybdenum, magnesium, 
Dysprosium and scandium and cerium and cesium. 
And lead, praseodymium, and platinum, plutonium, 
Palladium, promethium, potassium, polonium, 
And tantalum, technetium, titanium, tellurium, 

And cadmium and calcium and chromium and curium. 

There’s sulfur, californium, and fermium, berkelium, 
And also mendelevium, einsteinium, nobelium, 
And argon, krypton, neon, radon, xenon, zinc, and rhodium, 
And chlorine, carbon, cobalt, copper, tungsten, tin, and sodium. 

These are the only ones of which the news has come to ha’vard, 
And there may be many others, but they haven’t been discavard. 

Is it sad that I’ve memorized half of this?

Mmm, Science!

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Yeah.  That looks about right for Siyasha’s hair color and style.

Yeah.  That looks about right for Siyasha’s hair color and style.

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Q
I don't know who Ayn Rand is. Should I change that or just let it lie?
Anonymous
A

maureenlycaon:

raptorific:

Imagine the baby that would result from a night of passion between Ebenezer Scrooge (before the spirits changed his ways) and Mr. Krabs from Spongebob. Now imagine that baby grew up and married the baby that would result from a night of passion between Yzma from the Emperor’s New Groove and Mr. Burns from the Simpsons. Now imagine the newlyweds had a baby of their own, and that baby was raised aboard a Ferengi Starship, where she was tutored in empathy and compassion by Lord Voldemort. Now imagine that baby grew up and someone told her that any opinions she might have or conclusions she might reach are based on objective logic and reason, and that anyone who disagrees with her is simply being irrational. Now multiply that person’s greed and heartlessness by 100 and you’ll begin to see something that comes close to resembling Ayn Rand.

I cannot possibly make a comment that tops this.

Yup.  I’ll totally judge the hell out of anyone who says that “Atlas Shrugged” or any of her books are good and/or interesting.


Light Banter

knightofblades:

shutframe:

knightofblades:

Reg blinked, picking up the coins to hand them back. “Ah, no thank you, I’d hate to keep you from your home, sir—and please, keep your money. It’s my treat.” A smile flickered across his face. “Since you were so kind as to come all the way up here simply to talk to me.”

"I enjoyed it," Max replied, scooping up the coins.  "It’s not often I find someone so genuinely interested in what I have to say.  My … beliefs aren’t exactly widely accepted."  He shrugged, a nonchalant smile on his face.

"Perhaps we’ll have to meet another time to have a chat."  He held out a hand to Reg.

Reg shook his hand firmly, but canted his head curiously to one side. “Not accepted? But you are a paladin of the Silver Hand. And—yes, of course, I’d be honored to meet with you again.”

"The Silver Hand’s always been to protect and fight evil," he said.  "There’s some of the priests that think that the Titans being the source of the Light somehow … diminishes it."  The large paladin shrugged.

"Anyway, I’ll send a letter then sometime soon," he said.  He waved goodbye and wove his way through the crowd toward the door outside.


keialaar:

jaraxxus:

pretentious-panda:

Is putting your raid leader as a professional reference a viable option? No? Okay…

probably not but it may be for the best because I’d tell them how you’re always late to raids

Aaaactually… my boss plays WoW, and in a recent interview, we discussed how raiding and guild leadership translates to the workplace.

I talk about raid experience all the time when in job interviews, actually.  Just gotta phrase it right for people who don’t play MMOs.

"It was like a ropes course, guiding a group of ten people through various obstacles.  We had to stay organized, make sure everyone knew their role and keep morale high even if we didn’t succeed on the first try."


arachnomatic:

calmasisonacookiebreak:

ladydrace:

thetomska:

The Sex Talk: YouTube edition.

This video could have saved literally hundreds of thousands of people the embarrassment of the sex ed of my school days, holy crap. So useful. Saving this for about 10 years until my kid needs the talk.

Reblogging for all of it, but particularly the proper hymen commentary. 

Reblogging to find later.

(via xiunplane)


artsyris:

character shaming, swtor edition

Cifan’s is the best.

artsyris:

character shaming, swtor edition

Cifan’s is the best.

(via isyris)


rickmoony:

shutframe answered your post: I want to draw porn, but can’t think o…

Night elf man and troll woman doing it doggy-style?

rickmoony:

shutframe answered your post: I want to draw porn, but can’t think o…

Night elf man and troll woman doing it doggy-style?

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Q
o.0 from Cifan!
A

little-ojousama:

Her short hair was a little mussed as Biakra searched for her clothes. Khanek was… out like a light, and while she patted herself on the back for the good work, being half-awake, almost hung over, and absolutely nude. This was a problem, after all. She couldn’t walk (sneak) out of his home naked. 

The problem was ramped up when another woman showed up, a small droid right behind her. “Good morning, Master, I—” 

"Oh, I was just leaving, who were you again?" Biakra found her clothing and dressed rapidly. 

"Cifan…?"

"Oh good, he was discussing you last night, So good to meet you. Goodbye.” Biakra - now dressed - patted her arm as she began to leave, ignoring the flash of uncomfortable static shock as she did so. You never saw me here. Cifan’s eyes glazed over as the command took hold, and Biakra quickly left. 

Ehehehe.