Some interesting facts about animals in space delivered to you by The Oatmeal.
Some interesting facts about animals in space delivered to you by The Oatmeal.
I have a lot of body issues myself. I’m built for strength; wide hips, wide shoulders, on a short frame. I’ve never been slim, and petite like the girls I am constantly told I should compare myself to. When i was growing up I tended to relate more to male role-models. All of my childhood hero’s were men who idealized the things I wanted for myself; Intelligence, strength, mystery, power, etc… When I look back at it I am saddened by the fact that I have no female hero’s from that time. Nowadays i can point to Amanda Palmer and Felicia Day to name a few.
The video above is an awesome person (Meredith Graves of Perfect Pussy) laying it bare about body issues as part of the “What’s Underneath Project”. I think we all have a lot of things about ourselves that it is hard to accept, but we can keep working on it. Maybe one day we will all see ourselves as beautiful and wonderful as others do. I suggest you give it a watch.
Aw thanks. It’s a little thing I can do every year that makes his day extra special.
I like your art inspiration page. Especially that wolf head sculpture. Very cool stuff!
As with every year I wrapped my husbands presents as sculptures to his favorite things. You can see examples of some of the older ones here. This year I went for board game pieces since most of his birthday presents were, in fact, board games.
I scanned a few real cards and edited them in Photoshop to have him included in them. The girl at Staples had a good laugh when I explained why I needed them printed. Afterwards I wrapped the gifts in plain white paper and glued the pictures on with spray adhesive.
The giant Meeple was the hardest to wrap. I cut out 2 foam boards in the correct shape and taped them together with a small shelf inside to hold a book. Then I wrapped the entire thing in tissue paper. If you have never wrapped a strangely shaped object in tissue paper before. trust me, patience is the key. The paper will rip if you look at it funny.
As an added bonus he had said he wanted a box for his dungeon dice. I bought a raw wooden box, burned the logo into the top, stained it, and lined the inside with felt. A few days before his birthday, my husband hear the box fall out of the closet. I raced to intercept him and said “Don’t look! It’s your birthday present!”
"What did you get me? Something alive?" He asked.
"Yes, it is a box of bats. Now go away." It was the first thing that came to mind so I ran with it. I filled the Dungeon Dice box with felt bats and wrote "Angry bats. Keep out!" All over the box I was hiding it in.
As my husband unwrapped his presents he got to keep track of all the awesomeness with a handy present that served score-card. I am not sure what next year will bring, but I’m sure it will be fun to build.
The Arnold Schwarzcoonenegger Workout
I recently got a Samsung S5 phone. I had never had a smartphone before, but it seemed pretty self explanatory. In fact, there was very little in the way of an instruction manual. When I got my last phone (the dumb kind with buttons and stuff) it had an instruction BOOK.
For the first few days I had it all down. I was downloading apps, texting like nobody’s business, and generally making good use of the phone.
It all went to hell the first time my phone rang.
I suddenly became super aware of the fact that I had NO IDEA how to answer my new phone.
I frantically started pushing things to no avail. Anyone watching must have though I looked like a crazy person poking my phone and yelling hello over and over again.
By accident I drew my finger across the button and saw that it started making the answer circle get bigger. This was progress. I hurried to make the circle as big I could like some strange katamari. Thank the Samsung Gods it worked! I managed to fumble my way into answering my phone before the person on the other end of the line hung up.
Thus ended my spectacular adventure in answering my phone.
Everything this man makes is magic.
Why My Mother Should Be Banned From Facebook
A mother helicopter tends to her newborn.
I wish you’d do some research before just spouting out any old crap. If you took two seconds just to LOOK at the picture, you’d see that it’s not a mother and her newborn. You can tell from the size and position of the rotors that it’s actually a hunting male. Also it’s a commonly known fact that whilst all helicopters are born with red tails, this fades to white in males, by the time they’ve reached adulthood. In females, the red has changed to a deep brown.
So this isn’t a lovely picture of caring parenting - in fact, this young ‘copter’s mother is probably dead, herself. There would be no way she’d leave her baby by itself at such a young age. The poor thing likely died mere moments after this picture was taken.
Have some respect.
You ignorant fool.
The common Red Tailed Boeing you’re basing your analysis on is endemic to Saudi Arabia, which has no climate zones even remotely resembling that in the picture. Helicopters being short range vehicles, there’s no way a Red Tail could be present in the picture above.
What you’re seeing is the red tailed variety of the Arboreal Russian UTair, which you’d know if you so much as looked at the distinctive markings on the parent’s flank.
The photo is a mother tending to her newborn as I stated, and you Sir have defamed the endangered helicopter with your inept observations. People like you who think Helicopters are dangerous hunting animals are why these noble beasts have been scrapped to near extinction. Arguments like yours are used to support the helicopter “blading” industry, in which millions of helicopters every year are deprived of their rotor blades and left to die of oil loss or starvation.
Support your local anti-blading protest group, and don’t listen to people like metalheadadam, if that’s even your real tumblr url.
No,it is you who are the fool here. You say it’s an arboreal helicopter, but no Russian Utair has ever been spotted out in the open in a tarmac environment before, and I think if this was the first photograph showing one, there’d have been some fanfare about it in National Helo-graphic.
I believe that what we can see here is the Lesser-Spotted Longbow, which, as has been very well-documented, has adapted itself superbly to urban life, and has also been known to disguise itself as other types of helicopter, in order to better stalk its prey. If you look at the smugness of the nose, you’ll see I’m right. Yes, the UTair is a peaceful contraption, but the LSL is a rapacious fiend, and should be removed from the world’s airspace completely.
You’re ignoring the clear signs here but the more important issue is your sickening disregard and characterization of the LSL as a “rapacious fiend.”
The LSL is a critical part of the airspace ecosystem. If there were no LSLs, then Piasecki H-21s would quickly grow out of control and soon the air would be downright cluttered with them. Do you want to live in a world where Piasecki noise sounds through the night at deafening levels? Where they land on the streets as you drive and on schoolyards where your children play?
Lesser-Spotted Longbows may seem dangerous but the fact is they kill less than five people a year across the globe. Piaseckis kill 80! And they crap all over the windshields of all those unfortunate enough to drive beneath them. Even still, we should not cull Piaseckis as some suggest, their meat is inferior and no significant research is to be done on their flesh. You’re operating from an old world point of view here, one that says mankind has the right, nay the duty to hunt and tame helicopters.
But the truth is, helicopters are our neighbors on this planet and they have every bit as much a right to it as we do. Support prohibition of industrial helicopter use, police helicopters and circus helicopters. Don’t eat helicopter meat. And donate generously to PETH, People for the Ethical Treatment of Helicopters.
Listen, PETH claim to be in support of helicopter freedom, but if you look at the statistics, you’ll see that is, in fact, a gigantic lie. People brought 652 sick helicopters into PETH’s “Care Hangars” last year, where PETH claim to repair and repaint them, and find them new owners. Of those 652, PETH dismantled and recycled 635 of them within one day, without even trying to find new owners for them.
You say we should support the prohibition of circus and police helicopters, but without the industries that have grown up around the many useful ways helicopters benefit our society, there would be many more wild helicopters, like the Piaseckis, in our skies, or roosting on the roofs of our homes and schools.
But that’s getting off topic. The LSL is still a menace, and although it helps to control the Piasecki population, there are other, more efficient ways to do that, without relying on the crudeness of nature.
Opening up factories to make clothes from helo skins, for example. Faux-helo has been all the rage on the catwalks for the last three years, and the designers have stated that they’d “love to get [their] hands on the real thing”. Paul McTarnabag said that “without the limitations of artificial fibres, [he] could create the most wonderful coats you’d ever see”.
Let’s be honest, here. Yes, it may involve some violent, painful deaths for certain, more… annoying breeds, but helicopters are basically vermin. Let’s make use of them.
"The crudeness of nature"
You lost me there. Nature is a perfect system where helicopters are concerned. It’s only humanity that throws the system out of balance. Before we came along, helicopters existed in equilibrium.
As seen in the opening of Disney’s “The Concorde King,” there’s a circle of life. Concordes and SR-71s prey upon the big 747s and Airbuses. Those in turn eat the Cessnas and puddle-hoppers, which feed on smaller helicopters and gyrocopters. When the Concordes die, they become fossil fuels which become jet fuels and which fuel the gyrocopters.
But when mankind tinkers with the system, it all goes haywire. A few rivet coats and meals of spicy Apache or Black Hawk aren’t worth it. And that’s not to mention the cruelty of foods like Chinook Gras, in which the noble aircraft are force-fueled to the point of illness so their filters can be harvested. Humankind needs to get out of the chopper business for good and focus on renewable sources of 3D printed parts and vegan alternatives, like Balloons, Zeppelins and Blimps. Human stomachs aren’t meant for heavier-than-air travel, as turbulence can convince anyone. Only lighter than air craft are meant for our fragile systems.
This is all a moot point for me as I don’t fly at all. I prefer a more natural means of transport- The whip driven dog-sled.
I can’t love this more. i just can’t.