Leopard Seal tries to teach National Geographic photographer how to hunt.
Oh my god this is so adorable
“I think she thought the camera was my mouth, which is every photographer’s dream”
WARNING: includes a photo of a sort of mangled penguin so if you do not like looking at sort of mangled penguin be advised uwu
this is the best thing
I was literally just telling my sister about this.
The seal is like “Da fuck asshole, just eat the freakin’ bird!”
Hoot, the LEopard seal
The Secret Door is essentially the digital equivalent of a linking book- one that only only takes you to places on Earth, anyway.
The site curates a series of particularly interesting locations via Google Earth, drops you down into them with no explanation, and invites you to explore. Pretty rad.
Use a lemon, orange or a grapefruit to start your seedlings. Plant the entire thing in the ground and the peels will compost directly into the soil to nourish the plants as they grow.
(Source: your-maj3sty)
You want a physicist to speak at your funeral. You want the physicist to talk to your grieving family about the conservation of energy, so they will understand that your energy has not died. You want the physicist to remind your sobbing mother about the first law of thermodynamics; that no energy gets created in the universe, and none is destroyed. You want your mother to know that all your energy, every vibration, every Btu of heat, every wave of every particle that was her beloved child remains with her in this world. You want the physicist to tell your weeping father that amid energies of the cosmos, you gave as good as you got.
And at one point you’d hope that the physicist would step down from the pulpit and walk to your brokenhearted spouse there in the pew and tell him that all the photons that ever bounced off your face, all the particles whose paths were interrupted by your smile, by the touch of your hair, hundreds of trillions of particles, have raced off like children, their ways forever changed by you. And as your widow rocks in the arms of a loving family, may the physicist let her know that all the photons that bounced from you were gathered in the particle detectors that are her eyes, that those photons created within her constellations of electromagnetically charged neurons whose energy will go on forever.
And the physicist will remind the congregation of how much of all our energy is given off as heat. There may be a few fanning themselves with their programs as he says it. And he will tell them that the warmth that flowed through you in life is still here, still part of all that we are, even as we who mourn continue the heat of our own lives.
And you’ll want the physicist to explain to those who loved you that they need not have faith; indeed, they should not have faith. Let them know that they can measure, that scientists have measured precisely the conservation of energy and found it accurate, verifiable and consistent across space and time. You can hope your family will examine the evidence and satisfy themselves that the science is sound and that they’ll be comforted to know your energy’s still around. According to the law of the conservation of energy, not a bit of you is gone; you’re just less orderly.
Aaron Freeman (via larmoyante)
I have seen this quote before. I have thought these thoughts before. This is a big part of why I became a science major — because few things are more beautiful, elegant, and powerfully awe-inspiring than the universe itself. What I am will never disappear. It might disperse…but I will always be here. And if science teaches you nothing else, I think that much is worth knowing.
(via stella-corona)
“All the single heroes…”
ALL THE SINGLE HEROES
ALL THE SINGLE HEROS
NOW PUT YOUR SHIELD UP!
UP IN NEW YORK
JUST THAWED OUT
DOIN’ AN AVENGERS THING
THEY TALKED ME UP
LOKI SUCKS
AND COULSON IS OBSESSED WITH ME
All the single heroes, all the single heroes
All the single heroes, all the single heroes
All the single heroes, all the single heroes
All the single heroesNow put your shield up!
Up in New York
Just thawed out
Doin’ an Avengers thingThey talked me up
Loki sucks
And Coulson is obsessed with meHe up on me, he up on me
Don’t pay him any attention
I’m with Tony Stark, Thor, and Hulk
Out doing this avenging bizIf Loki took it, then we’ll go and take it back from him
If Loki took it, then we’ll go and take it back from him
He’ll be mad and summon his chitauri army then
But if he took it, then we’ll go and take it back from himOh oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh
If Loki took it, then we’ll go and take it back from him
If Loki took it, then we’ll go and take it back from him
He’ll be mad and summon his chitauri army then
But if he took it, then we’ll go and take it back from himOh oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh
I got Barton in the sky
Romanov the spy
And Hulk smashing, ripping jets in the airStark flies by
I’m on stand by
Thor brings the lightning and the thunderIf Loki took it, then we’ll go and take it back from him
If Loki took it, then we’ll go and take it back from him
He’ll be mad and summon his chitauri army then
But if he took it, then we’ll go and take it back from himOh oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh
If Loki took it, then we’ll go and take it back from him
If Loki took it, then we’ll go and take it back from him
We’ll close the portal, that he opened, with his scepter then
Thor will take him back to Asgard as a prisonerOh oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh
We won’t treat him to the things of this world
Justice has been served
Freedom’s what I prefer, what I deserveHere’s the man that breaks it, then takes it
So we deliver him to his destiny, to the 9 realms and beyond
Oh, LaufeysonNow you’re really done
In the void, you’ll be alone
And like a ghost, you’ll be goneAll the single heroes, all the single heroes
All the single heroes, all the single heroes
All the single heroes, all the single heroes
All the single heroesNow put your shield up!
Oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh
If Loki took it, then we’ll go and take it back from him
If Loki took it, then we’ll go and take it back from him
We’ll close the portal, that he opened, with his scepter then
Thor will take him back to Asgard as a prisonerOh oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh
Loki’s gone now so, we can do the shit we want
I’ll try to visit Peggy in her retirement home
Clint and Nat are going out and Coulson’s still alive
Bruce and Tony’s doing science and Fury’s on vacayOh oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh
THE AVENGERS FANDOM EVERYONE, I CAN’T.
^^^^^^
AN ENTIRE SONG
(Source: gorgeousanon)
pocahontas and mulan look so badass!!!
This is the best thing I’ve ever seen.
unf
Aladin and Peter Pan, hot damn
(Source: simple-summer-rain)
“Can I touch your butt” in Elvish.
This is so useful
No, this is not “Can I touch your butt” in Elvish. This is “Can I touch your butt?” in English, transcribed using the letters of the Elvish alphabet. There is a difference.
In Elvish, the letters of the alphabet correspond to sounds, not to words. The above text spells it out using one symbol to represent one letter of the original English, which is incorrect:
- c-a-n i t-o-u-c-h y-o-u-r b-u-t-t
If you really want to spell out an English phrase using the Elvish alphabet, you would do so phonetically, which would basically equate to one symbol per phoneme (sound):
- c-a-n a-i t-u-ch y-o-r b-u-t
If you actually wanted to write “Can I touch your butt?” in Elvish, one (very rough) translation would be:
Annog nin daf pladan tele ci?
Which, in Sindarin Elvish, roughly translates to, “Would you give me permission to touch your rear?”
Written in tengwar (the Elvish alphabet), it would look like this:
Sorry for the blurry quality.
damn, the lotr fandom doesnt fuck around
wow
Codex Seraphinianus, 1976-1978
‘The Codex Seraphinianus is a book written and illustrated by Italian artist, architect and industrial designer Luigi Serafini, from 1976 to 1978. The book appears to be a visual encyclopedia of an unknown world, written in one of its languages, an alphabetic writing intended to be meaningless.’
you guys don’t understand how much i love this book i want to be buried with it in my hands
