These photos have nothing to do with each other, but I feel like posting them together because I think the incongruity is amusing.

The first is what is apparently known as a Flying Gorilla. It is a chocolate milkshake with a generous helping of both Godiva and banana liqueurs. And it tasted delicious.

The second is a book I got for Christmas, which I just decided to start reading. It’s Beowulf! And it’s a sexy, sexy dual-language edition. Or a double-speechcraft kind, if you want to modernize Old English. And let’s be honest, who doesn’t want to do that?

Should I watch Spirited Away?

I think I should.

“The Ancient Egyptians had no connection to Blacks! Just ‘cause they were in Africa, doesn’t mean they were Black! They were ALL North Arabs! And they were a special *type* of African! All of them had high tans and flowy hair and pointy noses, nevermind the artifacts that show dark skin and full lips and noses! Never mind the hundreds of ancient combs shaped like today’s “afro picks”! Never mind the fact that they used hair products that are majority used by Blacks today! Never mind their kinky-coily wigs! Those are Niggercentric lies! Kemet means “black land” as in the soil, not the color of the peoples! In order to be “Black” you have to have extremely dark skin, you can’t be all types of brown! The only Blacks in Egypt were those ugly Nubians, but Egypt threw them out! Who cares if records indicate that their ancestral mitochondrial DNA is Black? Okay, fine they were Black! … But not Black-Black!”

popca:

witchsistah:

zorascreation:

White folks BEEN tryna divorce Egypt from Africa.  And now, Black-hating Arabs are helping them.

i read a ya book recently and i could make this very long but i won’t…….but there is an egyptian god in the book. and that particular god, whose name escapes me, was depicted as light-skinned. i think this god also made a racist comment about african gods and basically saying that he was not an african god. a white lady wrote this book so yawn. but after reading that book and going what the FUCK egypt is in africa what do you mean THIS GOD ISN’T REPPIN AFRICA? but it made me realize i do not have the historical knowledge of egypt and why egypt is forever being made to seem like it’s not in africa. always being made to seem like everyone there is light as fuck. i really need to educate myself on what the fuck is up w/ that and learn about what’s really really good with egypt’s past and living history.

i mean for real

come on

people need to stop trying to make egypt into this lily white flower land where apparently black people never had a major influence because it’s WRONG.

robot-heart:

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humoresques replied to your post: So birthdays clearly make me an existential mess.

Because not enough people care about science in general, and don’t understand its processes. And clearly, if you think interstellar travel will be possible in a mere 53 years you also fall into this category.

I don’t think I said, “Oh, yes, these things will definitely happen before the century is out.” It was more like, “You know what’d be really fucking cool to do while I’m still alive?”

Interstellar travel will obviously be difficult to figure out, but 53 years is a long time. Obviously no one will be vacationing in the Alpha Centauri system anytime soon, but in that time we could come much closer to making it a real thing. You’ll recall that it took about the same amount of time to get from inventing airplanes to rockets that could reach the Moon. I’m sure people at that time people thought going to the moon was similarly impossible.

I would be the first person to say that I’ve been watching too much Doctor Who and Stargate SG-1, but I think one of the major underlying points of both of those shows is that humans have an amazing potential to understand how things work. There was even an entire episode in the latter series devoted to that idea called “The Fifth Race.” The point is, as a species, we’re smart. And while I’m not often optimistic about humanity, our ability to do science is one of the things that makes me think we won’t all kill ourselves over something idiotic.

All of this could very well be misplaced faith, but at least it’s something that staves off the overwhelming sense of despair that our world is for a little while longer.

Female toplessness is legal in a lot of places in the US (although not where I live), and I’d be meeting the letter of the law with a couple of Band-aids. But I have a gut feeling that if I go anywhere that there are people—and particularly anywhere there are children—nobody’s going to be too happy about my Band-aids. The enforcement is social; women just don’t go around topless in the US.

It bothers me because it’s unequal, but it also bothers me in its implications: that my body is inherently sexual, and a man’s body isn’t. It feels like men are being viewed through the first-person lens of “it’s nice to feel the sun on my skin, and I don’t mean anything by it” and women are being viewed through the distinctly third-person lens of “it’s inappropriate for me, a heterosexual man, to see her sexy parts.” It ignores the experiences of people who are turned on by male chests and somehow manage to contain themselves when they see one.