artemisia-at-salamis:

New level of #academicdrama

This dude just called himself out in his own footnotes???

“Notoriously complacent in this regard is Freudenberg (1993).”

……but you *are* Freudenberg (1993) even though you’ve Evolved into Freudenberg (2001).

It can get worse. For a while, in the UK, I used another surname. When I reverted to my father’s surname and wrote academic stuff, I had to keep explaining (in footnotes) that Surname 1 and Surname 2 were in fact the same person. Thank god that (1) I then went on to write in other academic fields, where I had no previous identities (2) most young women now know better than take their husbands’ last names.

cameoappearance:

pervocracy:

– People who exercise a lot get knee injuries from overdoing it

– People who only exercise occasionally get knee injuries from being unprepared for the exertion

– People who don’t exercise get knee injuries from being out of shape

– Maybe knees just suck

Solution: Don’t have knees.

Fully sympathise. Knee sufferers of the world, unite.

jamesvflint:

incredible. you did so great. i’m so proud of you 

“once i saw a girl so pretty i____” fill in the blank ask game 

One time I saw a girl so pretty I kept going into her tiny travel office to ask silly questions about hiring scooters, even though this was a Greek island full of hairpin bends and I wouldn’t have driven around in a scooter under any circumstances whatsoever 

sybilius:

Tag 10 people after you answer the questions.

Tagged by @mr-frog-man, thanks!

1: relationship status: super taken and very happy about it ❤

2: favorite color: green. I really like Hooker’s Green for people who know what that is. Alizarin crimson and prussian blue are also faves. 

3: something you just remembered: EDIT: to add something under this entry, lmao, this is so meta. 

4: last song you listened to: According to Spotify, Rain in Soho by The Mountain Goats

5: last movie I watched: The Departed. Thanks @tartpants

6: top 3 bands: In no order, Patrick Wolf, The Mountain Goats, Jethro Tull

7: top 3 TV shows: True Detective, Hannibal, Avatar: The Last Airbender

8: books I’m currently reading: Hidden Figures, House of Leaves (aaaayyy book club!)

Tagging: @hootenannie, @shit-lizard, @ave-ari, @tartpants, @stephantom, @anintelligentoctopus, @mcicioni-blog, @brothuania, @tintenfischie, @elfbert

1.  Fairly happily single

2.  teal

5.  Three Billboards Outside Ebbing, Missouri

7. Black Sails, Call the Midwife, Vera

8. Gehen, ging, gegangen by Jenny Erpenbeck. Great book. English transl. Go, Went, Gone. Please read it if you are at all interested in refugee issues.

Tagging: @timberwolfoz,@BloodylocksBathory,

danielkanhai:

if you’re ever trying to get to know a person on a date or whatever, find out when they like to get to the airport. i guarantee it speaks volumes about them. some people know they have a flight at eleven and go, “should i go get breakfast beforehand? i have my boarding pass on my phone, right?” others are like, “i have a car coming to get me at 4:30. i don’t know how long it’ll take to check in and walk down two hallways, better give myself six hours. what? dinner the night before? i can’t. i’m in a whole other mindset right now. i have two hard copies of my boarding pass, i emailed it to myself, i have it on my phone, it’s also tattooed to my chest.”

I get to the airport a sensible 3 hours before the flight, but usually I get there a complete nervous wreck, having spent the previous 24 hours (1) trying to meet some, usually academic, deadline (printer trouble, last-minute emails, lost footnotes) (2) trying to remember where I put all the right adapters and cables (3) trying to remember where I put the clothes I was supposed to pack, the ones I was supposed to wear on the flight and the ones I was supposed to throw into the washing-machine for a last load before the housesitter arrives. Sleep, what’s sleep?? Then I get to the airport, check in, have a delightful bye-bye drink in the departure lounge, board the plane and fall asleep at takeoff. Bliss.

tzikeh:

spockslash:

* who has shipped Spirk since that night in 1967 that Amok Time first aired
* and helped storm NBC to keep TOS on the air for a 3rd season
* and wrote fanfic way back in the day
* and was privileged to be around for the earliest days of fandom, when Leonard used to come to your house if that’s where the fan club was meeting and sit on the sofa with you in that Spock hair cut and eat cake

All of you who are writing TOS/AOS fan fiction and creating fan art now: remember, YOU are the ones shaping the traditions of fandom. You have inherited the kingdom. Bless you for keeping it vibrant, growing, alive. In fifty years, you will be the ones who are remembered for molding it and handing it down to the future. It probably doesn’t feel like now, but you are making history.

Your current addiction to TOS and the feels you get when you contemplate the love between Jim and Spock will be with you for life. It won’t always be in the forefront; you will sometimes go years, sometimes go a decade, without Star Trek being more than a passing thought. But then something will remind you and every consuming feeling you feel right now will come rushing back, every bit as powerful and deep and strong as it is today. All there, right where you left it.

The friendships you make in fandom will be with you for life. Like all friendships, they will wax and wane as the focus of your life shifts over time, but you will always be able to pick up the thread. You will — to give you a hypothetical example — be 77 years old and discover Tumblr and get a rush of Spirk feels after a decade of not giving TOS a thought, and contact your 83-year-old fangirl friend in the nursing home, to whom you haven’t spoken in several years. You will open the conversation with, “So, Jim and Spock love each other and that just makes me so happy.” And your friend in the nursing home will sigh and say, “Yes. They do love each other. It’s such a comfort.”

That look that Jim and Spock give each other, of absolute adoration and acceptance and love? That’s real. It’s rare, but it’s real. One of my greatest joys in life is to see my son and his husband give each other looks like that. Of course I don’t know you; I don’t know your strengths and struggles or your place on the spectrum of gender or anything about your sexuality or what you look like or what your life has taught you to believe about yourself, but I do know this: YOU DESERVE TO BE LOVED AND LOOKED AT THE WAY JIM AND SPOCK LOOK AT EACH OTHER. Please don’t accept less than that in your life.

The future of our planet does not seem very hopeful at the moment. But please remember that when Gene created Star Trek, the world was in turmoil and the future seemed very bleak. Star Trek is, was, always shall be about hope. Reach for it. When TOS first aired, we hoped to see some form of a Starfleet on the horizon in our lifetimes. That vision must be passed on to you. Do it. Make the world worthy of launching the human race out into space. CREATE STARFLEET.

You are all creative and funny and amazing. Far more amazing than you know. Be kind to yourselves. Live long and prosper, kids.

Tags are in reference to my first bullet point. Meant as a kudos to your work, but feel free to untag yourself if you don’t want to be linked to my ramblings; I won’t be offended! (Also, this extends to a thousand other artists and writers out there who deserve kudos. tag at will.)

Aren’t you glad that this woman didn’t leave fandom once she graduated college/got a job/got married/had kids?

Do you get it now?

I am 71, have been a fan for about 25 years, and have nearly always been part of small to tiny to 2-people fandoms. What I love about fandom is that it cheerfully crosses class and age barriers, and allows baby boomers to learn (about GIFs, or reblogging, or gender fluidity) from people young enough to be their children and grandchildren. I think that I will be a fan until the day I die (visualises herself on her death bed: surrounded by friends who have to step over dvds of Italian and American Westerns and prints of beloved stories, and lulled into her final sleep by the booming soundtrack of the 1960 Magnificent Seven 😉  )

I’ve read your poems.
I don’t know you. Yet I might
Fall in love with you.