I went downstairs to get cigarettes from my car. When I came up to the balcony to smoke, we realized there was a mother moose curled up in the snow. Eek. Her calf came along and wandered about the sidewalk for a bit before flopping likewise. The flopped moose in the third pic is the mother.
Not a super comforting guy, is what I’m saying.
[04:38:12] <nacho> Maybe there is a ghost that died in your bed at 4:30am.
[04:38:20] <lyssa> shutup shutup
[04:38:27] <nacho> And you wake up because it is screaming screaming screaming
[04:38:30] <lyssa> I don’t want to die, nacho. :(
[04:38:40] <lyssa> If I do
[04:38:45] <nacho> Solve the ghost’s murder mystery death!
[04:38:51] <lyssa> You can have my kitty.
[04:38:55] <nacho> :D
[04:39:06] <nacho> YOU CAN HAVE MY STUFF IF I DON’T MAKE IT
[04:39:10] <lyssa> HE’S A GOOD KITTY.
[04:39:18] <lyssa> YOU KNOW IT’S SWEET STUFF.
[04:39:24] <nacho> JUST TAKE IT
[04:39:29] lyssa huddles and hopes to not die though.
[04:39:40] <nacho> Dude.
[04:39:42] <nacho> Maybe?
[04:39:56] <nacho> There is a skeleton hiding inside you RIGHT THIS INSTANT
[04:40:00] <lyssa> AUGH
[04:40:06] <nacho> And it’s all covered in blood omg
[04:40:08] <lyssa> omg
BRB, Buffy apocalypse marathon with wooshpwnies.
WOO! BOOZY EGGNOG AND END OF THE WORLD TIME
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WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED
that escalated quickly.
But is the bread any good?
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A scientific colleague tells me about a recent trip to the New Guinea highlands where she visited a stone age culture hardly contacted by Western civilization. They were ignorant of wristwatches, soft drinks, and frozen food. But they knew about Apollo 11. They knew that humans had walked on the Moon. They knew the names of Armstrong and Aldrin and Collins. They wanted to know who was visiting the Moon these days.
— Carl Sagan, Pale Blue Dot: A Vision of the Human Future in Space (1994)
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