i listened to 60k minutes of music this year, and one of my friends texted me like “omg you literally spent 42 whole days listening to music you’re perfect” while another friend texted me with “are you okay. i listened to 11k and thought that was a lot. there’s not even time in the world for 60k” so split crowd on this one
reblog and tag how many minutes you spent listening to music. like mental illness meter i guess
Still not entirely sure how much yarn this will need since I added colors and changed the body a bit but so far it looks like I will have a lot left over. Fair isle hats for everyone!
if i got jigsawed and woke up in some moldy room with a makeshift bear trap on my head or whatever i wouldn’t even let it phase me. i’m not willing to be taught lessons i’m not paying attention to a puppet. i would close my eyes and visualize abstract forms in jewel tones until a machine tears me asunder. now we’ve both wasted our time and you won’t be able to return anything in this room to ace hardware. what did YOU learn, old man
Being able to “falsify” the hypothesis that hedgehogs collect apples on their spines is actually non-trivial. It’s not like it’s simply a matter of observation, if you see a hedgehog and it doesn’t have any apples stuck to it, maybe it just wasn’t hungry or didn’t have any apples nearby. You read it in a book and your books are expensive and rare and contain much that is useful to you every day. You don’t have time to just watch hedgehogs all day, you’re one of the few literate people in the middle ages; there’s beer to brew and gardens to tend and homoerotic poetry to copy in secret. So just because you’re one of the few people who knows what nullius in verba even means doesn’t mean you can apply it to your life, it’s not practical and sometimes you gotta listen to Pliny even if he did lose a fight with a volcano. If everyone tried to see if wolfsbane was poisonous instead of taking his word for it, there wouldn’t be anyone left to feed the hedgehogs.
