Okay, I really should be working, but this is the most awesome thing EVER in the history of EVER for so very many reasons.

Yes, it's crossposted, shh.

Tagged because it involves all that social media stuff the kids are into these days.

YOU GUYS.

Worksafe Encyclopedia Dramatica.

BECAUSE YOU NEEDED MORE WAYS TO PROCRASTINATE.

YOU ARE MOST WELCOME. ♥

I love estate sales.

Formwork For Concrete, Fourth Ed. Hurd, M.K., Ed.
Welding: Fundamentals And Procedures Gaylen, J., Sear, G. & Tuttle, C.A.
Introduction To Industrial Drafting Pawelek, J. J. & Otto, W.E.
Principles And Practices Of Heavy Construction, Second Ed. Smith, R.C., Ed.

I totally didn't buy these for roleplay purposes. Honest.

The guy at the door laughed and asked if I was changing my career plans. BONUS.

( Mystic crystal revelations, and the mind's true liberation! )

Partial listening example for those whose piracy-fu is weak.

It was designed to be uplifting and fun, so I don't yank the steering wheel out of the bus driver's hand and kill us all kill feel good and get along with everyone! ^_^

BE HEALTHY; FEEL GOOD.

Harmony and understanding! Sympathy and trust abounding

I can math on paper The Hard Way faster than you can in your head, jackhole.

YOU HAVE TO START ON THE LEFT.

I assure you, I do not.

To begin: force the end digits (rightmost) to equal zero.

Only the forward digits change, because you insist on left-right reading order.

There are only two laws in this most exalted shell game:

Two four six eight zero.

One three five seven nine one.

These never change. With them you can estimate absolutely anything, and arrive at a better answer faster than the definitive.

Speed always matters more than accuracy.

If you can murmur the incantation

Two three five seven eleven thirteen fifteen seventeen nineteen twenty-three twenty-nine, you are already beyond what you NEED for "life", per se.

And then there is the law of twos: twenty-two halves, and twenty-four halves, but twenty-nine (recall our previous enchantment!) does not.

Any number with a terminal digit of zero can be split at least in half.

Yes, presumably more, but when the whole business of numbers is literally nauseating to one, one starts where one must. Isn't it so.

The rest is buttons on a machine, which, again, can be memorized as a series of shapes, to spit out the answer with, if not alacrity, then an average amount of speed, while pressing the wool of Normal tight across all the eyes in the room. Which requires additional effort, understand.

Similarly, Newtonian physics are entirely sufficient to explain the world in which most of us live. The science of patterns is pretty, but not sufficiently absorbing to hold my attention when there's delicious history to examine.

I am by nature a cataloger of things, but only of interesting things.

For example: celerestory, lightwell, apse.

Basic, mafic, ultramafic. I'm still not clear on extrusive versus intrusive. The majority of very interesting pretty facets are silicate and acidic in origin. (They are such things as countertops are made on.)

...Don't touch your Google in public!

Unless it's to type in Cueva de los Cristales and DEMAND PICTURES.

Before I sleep:

Beauty.

So.

Splashdown's unreleased demos and remixes disc that they bundled with orders as a thankyou gift to paying customers back before their house folded?

I HAS IT.

In lossless copy.

You want? Hit me up. <3

If the rings that I ran were lines, just imagine how much farther I could be, yeah

nyohah likely has it, too, and will as equally likely share, so if you decide I have the Internet cooties or w/e, you can pester her instead.

DKSLAFSA; THIS FUCKING DEMO <3

Now these horns are red and this bull can rest, no more scarlet capes to chase

BETTER TITS NEXT TIME, PLS.

Okay, now that we've got that out of the way.

Yessssssssssssss do go see it, do. The ending is for the lulz but mmm, the journey there.

*Bellows off-key alongside* BUT I'VE GOT YOU! UNDER MY SKIN.

What stress? To what are you referring.

I'm good, me. <3

I like Captain Solo where he is.

Oh. District 9.

Thank you, Mr. Jackson; I'm sorry it tanked; I love you for your brain ^_^

( Nothing back here but hyperactive brainfilth re: trailers, tl;dr, fuck friendslocking I'm lazy. )

What is my brain it's incredible that's what goddamn.