You know, I started thinking about it and I might be addicted to this site (not a good thing).

So I think I’m going to stop.  Take a breather.  Focus on my life and getting it together and not the Internet for a while.  So, ciao friends.  Anyone that wants to is able to contact me by other means, so feel free to do that if you want!  I’ll be around - just not here.

I am struck occasionally, usually while snuggling the cat, with our faith in domestication.

The cat is a small, ferocious predator, twelve pounds of…well, flab and fur, frankly, in Athena’s case, but what muscle there is is strong all out of proportion to her size. I have watched three 150+ primates try and fail to subdue a ten pound cat, and consider it not at all unusual. The cat is as flexible as a snake and as strong as an ox. She has quite dainty looking teeth and claws, but there’s nothing dainty about their ability to flay flesh from bone.

If the cat and I were in a duel to the death, I would almost certainly win. I am 15+ times larger than she is, after all, and while my teeth and claws are pathetic, I have prehensile hands capable of doing terrible things. But if I had to go in naked, as the cat does, (and assuming the cat was aware that she was going to have to kill me, and not taking a nap in the corner) I can pretty much guarantee it would be a Pyhrric victory. I’d look like I’d gone ten rounds with a wolverine. I would need stitches. A lot of stitches. Possibly a glass eye. And antibiotics by the truckload. It’d be a mess, and there would even be a chance of an upset if the cat managed to go face-hugger on me.

And yet, despite the knowledge of the shocking amount of damage my small predator could inflict, it never occurs to me to worry. I pick the cat up and she tucks her head under my chin and purrs, canine teeth centimeters from my jugular, and despite the fact that I am carrying a ruthless carnivore in a position where she could, with great ease, remove me from the gene pool, I am thoroughly content with the world. Even knowing full well that cats are not even a truly domesticated animal, that Athena’s kin might best be described as “consistently tamed,” my greatest concern is that my black tank top is now coated in white cat hairs.

We have such faith in the process of domestication, despite the sheer unnaturalness of what’s happening. Small predators do not curl up on the chests of large primates and purr in the wild. And yet, every now and again, generally when my small predator is purring on the chest of this particular primate, I think How strange, how strange… that we’re doing this, and even stranger, that we both take it completely for granted, and find nothing unusual in such a completely unlikely alliance.

Ursula Vernon (via gaysciencedivision)

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m4ge:

Dresses are so nice they’re just tubes of fabric you can throw on with very little effort and when you wear one and people are like “oh wow you dressed up you look really nice” but it’s like

ah yes my disguise is working. you think i cared this morning 

(via megucakisses)

daddyleglongs:


"Video games are art"

daddyleglongs:

"Video games are art"

(via tarabluh)

paging supercargautier:

I’m playin’ Xenoblade on a big tv now, which means I can actually read everything!  Should I even bother with all the sidequests.  The completionist in me says I should but Nier has burned me forever and I don’t think I trust developers with that shit anymore.  Also how long is it?

monetizeyourcat:

it’s been hypothesized and i like to believe that goats are not especially domesticated, they just like to be around humans. & this is because, by sheer coincidence, all humans have chemicals in their scent shared with pregnant goats. we remind them of their moms and make them happy so they want to be our friends and live in our homes. that’s gay as hell

(via khaldorko)

Society has put up so many boundaries, so many limitations on what’s right and wrong that it’s almost impossible to get a pure thought out. It’s like a little kid, a little boy, looking at colors, and no one told him what colors are good, before somebody tells you you shouldn’t like pink because that’s for girls, or you’d instantly become a gay two-year-old. Why would anyone pick blue over pink? Pink is obviously a better color. Everyone’s born confident, and everything’s taken away from you. — Kanye West (via sharkeisha)

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supercargautier:

dudes who get really up in arms about the rights of fictional women to express their sexuality and balance their strength with attractiveness etc etc etc, but never get up off the couch for any other feminist issue affecting any real-life women ever

f0xyshy:

If Linkin Park plays in the forest and no one is around to hear it, in the end, does it even matter?

(via cryinggameofthrones)

powerburial:

if i could swing a really big sword it wouldnt even matter if anyone loved me or not

(via docfission)