Douglas R. Turek

I saw this little guy at Mystic Aquarium.  He was cute.  The kids really liked him.

I turn 44 today.  I’m calling it Fourleven.  I hope I get books and Indian food and cake.　

I think I have officially gone too long without seeing this movie.

whitneymcn:

…and then, once in a while, you get to think “I’m looking at a picture that was taken on another. Fucking. Planet.”

tanya77:

nevver:

Mars is cold as hell

Oh, that’s a better version.

wryer:

I drew this for Alice because she’s silly

it doesn’t mean anything it’s just an iguana wearing a shirt and tie

GPOY

(via WebMuseum: Malevich, Kasimir: Suprematist Compositions) 

Kasimir Malevich, Red Square: Painterly Realism of a Peasant Woman in Two Dimensions 1915; Oil on canvas

mollycrabapple:

Red velvet square solidarity for the striking, recently criminalized students in Quebec. #ggi #jedesobeis

Read about Quebec’s Law 78, deliberately designed to crush the student protests, here

We also made Richard Nixon’s name have the potential to outlast our species by placing it on the surface of the moon, where it stands a good chance of staying relatively undisturbed for a few billion years.

MIT Team Create Ketchup Bottle That Pours Like Milk (by GV Medias)  My only fear is getting too much ketchup out and having to reprogram my brain to handle the sudden paradigm shift in ketchup use.

carpentrix:

James Chesterman, savvy steelmaker, London born in 1792, worked making wire that gave hoop skirts their shape. Fashions changed, those poofed-up hoop skirts went out of style, and Chesterman was left with coils and coils of metal tape on his factory floor. So he marked them for measuring and marketed them to surveyors as a lighter, more accurate alternative to big surveyors’ chains, and easier to coil and uncoil, too.

In the United States, chains ran sixty-six feet over a hundred links. Eighty chains made a mile. The New York City Subway still uses a chaining system to mark precise places on the lines. Railroad distance — as opposed to crow-fly distance — is measured by tracing the chains, each a hundred feet long, in the middle of the track from a fixed point. Chesterman’s tapes didn’t take. Pricy tools, they sold in the US for seventeen bucks — about three hundred of today’s dollars.

Connecticut, known as the land of steady habits, was home to Alvin J. Fellows, a New Havener who got the first patent in the US for the spring tape measure in 1868. His main contribution to the tool “consists in the manner of fitting the spring-click which detains the main or primary spring to the central part of the main spring barrel, so as to hold the tape at any desired position,” according to the patent. Hugely useful, that improvement, being able to fasten the tape so it doesn’t come whipping back into the holster before you’ve made the measure. But for their measuring needs, carpenters relied on the wooden folding ruler for another seventy years or so; the click tape didn’t get popular until at least the 1940s. John James, a gruff and grumpy out-of-work electrician who helps M. out now and then, has been in the trade since he was seventeen. He remembers using wooden fold-up rulers through the 1980s.

(via This is an Official Watchmen Toaster | Geekosystem) 

Quis custoastiet ipsos custoastes?

This will go great with my Marie Curie Microwave and my Mark Rothko Bathmat.

…and I’ll look down and whisper “no.”

soulbots:

It’s Robert Moog’s birthday and this Google doodle is officially the best.

eclecticbanana:

infinity-imagined:

The Andromeda Galaxy in Ultraviolet Light

The Milky Way Galaxy and Andromeda Galaxy are on a collision course, Andromeda will be destroyed.

All the pieces of my nefarious plan are coming together! MWUHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

burbanked replied to your photo: GPOY - This is me in First Grade.

AW YEAH LEVEL FIVE. WOMEN LOVE LEVEL FIVE. (btw, did Mrs. Spelt use her last name to teach you the meaning of irony?)

No, though most of the class would not have gotten it.  What she did, though, was to let me out of doing math because I loved to read so much.  I went ahead and finished all of the little readers and their associated reading comprehension quizzes because I soak up words like a sponge.  Of course, this told my brain that I wouldn’t really need to use or worry about math and I still haven’t caught up.  My last two gasps at math were a high school algebra 2 course that I got a D- in (and I barely got that, because I hate math, I suck at math, and my teacher was as petty and punitive as any non-Nun in my high school could be), and one college course in elementary statistics that was a lecture hall filled with about 200 students.  I’m pretty sure I failed that, one of the few courses I truly never even tried at, because I could give a shit about math.  I am lucky beyond belief that we as a civilization have ubiquitous computer usage now, otherwise I would have to do more math.  Math is the work of the devil and numbers are his hideous agents of terror.  Words, on the other hand, are beautiful messenger angels that elegantly carry any meaning required with grace, humor, precision, and nuance.

thepinakes:

Once again, Andy Woodworth wins the internet. His little hashtag idea went viral, trending twitter worldwide and got turned into a HuffPost slideshow.

GPOY - This is me in First Grade.

Uh oh, he looks angry.  These are going to be weird dreams.