Okay so I was listening to this song for the upteenth time, except this time I was hit by Kuroparents feels because of this verse:

He rose up right in the stirrups
he scarce could reach her hand
but she loosened her hair in the casement
his face burned like a brand
As a black cascade of perfume
came tumbling over his breast
and he kissed its waves in the moonlight
oh, sweet waves in the moonlight
He tugged at his rein in the moonlight
and galloped away to the west.

All I could think of was this:


I’m sorry

Oh god.


Anyone who lives with a dog knows how they are excellent at waking you up in the wee mornings. (Notice how Sakura is startled awake at Kurogane ‘barking’).


why doesn’t fai grow any facial hair

his uncle is like beard mcbeardson

where is all of his facial hair this has been bothering me for years

In 1492, Christopher Columbus landed on an island in the Western Hemisphere, thinking he’d landed on an island in the Eastern Hemisphere. He thought he’d found a new trade route, which made sense to pretty much nobody but him since he was a proponent of the already-outdated pear-shaped Earth theory, which theorized that the Earth was around 1/4 its actual size (other Europeans, at least educated ones, had surprisingly accurate numbers on how big it was, which is why he had so much trouble finding someone to fund him at first).

While his bosses and contemporaries put 2 and 2 together, he was rather stubborn that his mission (finding a good trade route to Asia by sea) had succeeded, not that he’d failed and “only” discovered that there was a bunch of land with people on it who the vast majority of Eastern-Hemisphere-ites had never heard of and vice versa.

Somehow, against all odds, this was the guy who formally introduced the hemispheres to each other, which set in motion way too many changes to name here.

On the Universe

This evening, my parents and I were discussing the vastness of the universe. We looked at a series of photos showing first North America, then the Earth, then the Earth next to the Moon, then next to the other planets (one by one), all the planets next to the Sun, and then showing various other stars until even the Sun was maybe a pixel big (the rest of the Solar System had long-disappeared by that point).

Then came a photo of the oldest galaxies ever observed by humanity, the light of which had taken over 13 billion light years to reach us. It took the Hubble Space Telescope 4 months of zooming in on what had appeared to be empty space.

Looking at stuff like that makes one realize that the universe is unfathomably big, and that even our planet, even our solar system, even our galaxy is an incredibly small part of it. From all that, it can feel like it’s not important, in the face of all that vastness.

And yet, there is another side of it.

Let’s take your body. Recent research indicates that there are trillions of microorganisms in the average human adult’s body. We’re not sure exactly how many, but it’s a lot. For now, I’ll estimate it to be around 10 trillion. Now multiply it by 7 billion.

10^12 * 7 * 10^9 = 7 * 10^21 = 7 sextillion (American) a.k.a. 7,000 trillion (British, according to the Internet)

None of those organisms could have existed (certainly not in their current habitat) without the existence of the human race. 

But wait, there’s more.

In a mountain range on a tiny continent in our tiny planet, a bunch of people collectively grow over 4,000 varieties of a species known as the potato. The vast majority have not been sold, or even seen outside the region where they are grown. Many have never been documented by people outside those mountain highlands, yet there they are. And people have named each of them, after their funny shapes and cool colors and usefulness as offerings to gods and all sorts of wonderful things.

And yet, that’s just the tip of the iceberg. According to The Heirloom Life Gardener (written by some very knowledgeable and hardcore people), “[b]ecause nobody’s been to every corner of land to catalog what’s growing, countless undiscovered types [of cultivated seed varieties] are out there. But what we do know is that there are at least a hundred thousand varieties” (p. 15). At least 100,000 varieties of edible plants cultivated by one species on one tiny planet in the middle of a vast universe. And that’s just the ones that are still around; there’s no telling how many strains, varieties, and occasionally even species that people used to grow but stopped growing for various reasons. And who knows what new breeds people will develop?

Somehow, in this huge and unimaginable thing called reality, there is all this detail. I am focusing on things relating to our species because there is so much stuff just pertaining to one species on our planet. Expand that to every other species here, or to the nonliving stuff here, and hoo boy.

It’s as if the universe itself is a fractal: infinitely big, yet with infinitely small and intricate details. Is the one really more important than the other? Could the one exist without the other?

So Net Neutrality

Some corporations are asking for impressively big changes to the internet, which would be devastating to an awful lot of people and websites. Basically, if I’m reading it correctly, sites would have to pay [insert company here] in order to load well.  It would open the door to a lot of corruption, and even seems designed for it imho…

SO there is a letter one can sign on this website, and the same website also has resources for calling politicians and stuff. I guess a whole bunch of sites participated in Internet Slowdown Day, too, which KnowYourMeme has written about here. (The one day I’m not on the internet orz ah well.)

As the KnowYourMeme article says, the deadline for sending in letters/calling/etc. is September 15th (this Monday coming up). So, if you want to take action and haven’t already, I recommend doing so soon.





How Canadians are hatched.

The eggs are laid in mudbeds in the early fall, and will hatch mid-winter as Pucklings to forage for syrup amongst the elk.

can my Canadian friends confirm or deny this?

I remember my first ice patch, it was magical

I still remember the day of my hatching. As I broke through the ice I saw the figure of something not exactly human. It was the Alpha Moose.  The leader of the Moose pack that raised me until my 10th birthday, when they released me into the city, to live among the humans.

(via storiedseas)