if the rotten hand that thrusts out of the dirt and grabs your ankle as you cross the graveyard is gay is that a diversity win or loss? on the one hand it is gay. on the other, it came from the dirt and most likely belongs to a corpse, which could be argued to be an example of bury your gays,
i’ve been crying laughing over this for the past 5 minutes
This honestly reminds me of a show on the history channel where they spent like 25 minutes wondering how the sides of all the pyramids seemed to be perfectly divisible by pi or something, and people where theorizing about aliens and some lost form of mathematics, but then at the end they interviewed a tiered looking paleontologist and he was just like “maybe they just used a wheel to do all their measurements.” and the whole show just immediately collapsed.
can you imagine being so far up your own ass with conspiracy theories that you forget about circles
I remember a reddit post once where they described ancient aliens as a show where someone folded paper in a way that it could glide, and then centuries later we invented airplanes, and then we called folded paper that could glide “paper airplanes”, and then found a centuries old paper airplane and said that proved there were alien airplanes because we call them paper airplanes and how could they know about airplanes back then?
Pieces of Viking pottery with traces of cat and dog paws, seen at the Musée de Normandie in Caen Castle
“So back in the day pets already ruined their owner’s artwork.” - My sis who took the photo
“ruined”? made better
It’s very humanizing to imagine some poor potter in the past screaming “nnnnooooooo bad kitty” somewhere in Scandinavia
If it was ruined, the artisan wouldn’t have baked it.
That’s… that’s a delightful point you just made.
This person chose to bake and keep their cat’s artistic contribution.
i was in spain once and there was a building with a tile that had been laid down in roman times: it had a dog’s paw print. and the thing was that after the dog did that print, the wet tile was dried, and then fired, and then shipped, and then laid, and for two thousand years every person who encountered that tile thought ‘aw! paw print!’ and kept it. this vast agreement by thousands of people over all these centuries, in memory of a dog only one of us could have met.
