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More Often Than Not

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So the ghost ran away, one thought in his head:
To go back to his old house and lie down in his bed.
But you can’t go back in time, any ghost can see,
So he lay down where his bed used to be.

(via commanderspock)

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From the importance of the particularity and precision of the word follows another corollary: the perseveration of the word, which is only another manifestation of formulaic diction. People say the same thing the same way when the same message is repeated and retold. Even the unending variation leading to the ‘new formula’, the ‘new song’ just alluded to, cannot mask the continuity and perseveration of the very formulas…themselves.

Consider from our own culture the tale beginning ‘Once upon a time, long, long ago, there lived in a house upon a hill a pig, a duck, a cat, and a little red hen…’ The diction is formulaic, invariant, and the rhetoric and poetics of the prose narrative, its division into balanced cola, polished and precise. The genre, wisdom literature cast as beast fable, is far older than Aesop. I do not know how old ‘The Little Red Hen’ is, nor how long English speakers have been telling a tale to children in this form or something like it. But it is striking that the whole story does not seem to contain a single Romance or even Scandinavian loanword, nor a single Latin loanword with the exception of ‘mill’, which probably entered the language prior to the Anglo-Saxon migration from the Continent to Britain.

 
—Calvert Watkins, How to Kill a Dragon: Aspects of Indo-European Poetics (via otemporaomores)
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On the Origin of the Big Dipper

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It goes:

Frick

Godddammit

Come on

You’re brittle.

Fight me.

Fight me.

(repeats for the next couple exclamations)

Goddfrick

Then I combine sexual and somewhat personal facts to continue my verbal assault as I lose a game or am frustrated my laptop is 5 years old or just realize I won’t be become that underwater archaeologist I thought I’d be.

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oldgamemags:

Official NZ PlayStation Mag #41, Jan ‘01 - Review of Final Fantasy IX for PSOne, getting a 9!

Follow oldgamemags on Tumblr for more awesome scans from yesteryear!

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Musica universalis
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Musica universalis

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"I  just  wish  it  would  say  something  other  than  "Please  wait  for the beep.""

Wishing myself a happy birthday with Alf
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"I  just  wish  it  would  say  something  other  than  "Please  wait  for the beep.""

Wishing myself a happy birthday with Alf

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I saw you drunk hobo run into my car.

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Plate Follicles

Good news: the treasure trail has flourished in this unusually cool summer

Bad news: it somehow misaligned itself and now under the belly button is straight, but above the bb it is a few inches to the right.

Mother Nature has given no comment.

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Is there little research into birthdays and mental health because that would mean having to research all days we make special or because it really isn’t that big of a deal to warrant it?

I’m thinking of getting out of the birthday game. Just lie or avoid it all together—especially when it comes to mine. “Giovanni’s like a ball of anxious energy spurting out inconsistently” I’ve been told too many times.

I do want to wear a party hat though.

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Don’t connect your Facebook and Spotify.

One goes they both go.

Actually only if the former goes.

I just got 3 Refer A Friends too

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