Friday, March 7, 2014
Wednesday, March 5, 2014
MUSICAL NOTATION, AS DESCRIBED BY CATS
These are amazing.
(I would have liked to crop some of these gifs (like the accent ones) to make them more accurate but alas, I lack the skills.)
The metronome tho
I’ve been waiting years for this gifset to come into my life.
But what if he was speaking Gallifreyan about really complicated physics and all the TARDIS could translate was ‘Physics’
Saturday, March 1, 2014
Writing simply means no dependent clauses, no dangling things, no flashbacks, and keeping the subject near the predicate. We throw in as many fresh words we can get away with. Simple, short sentences don’t always work. You have to do tricks with pacing, alternate long sentences with short, to keep it vital and alive…. Virtually every page is a cliffhanger—you’ve got to force them to turn it.
Dr. Seuss (via miggylol)
Thursday, February 27, 2014
I’ve just read the part in Goblet of Fire where the Death Eaters levitate the family of Muggles, the Roberts, for fun, and the Ministry wipes their memories afterwards.
I’m now imagining, a few years later, one of the Roberts children getting her Hogwarts letter.
It’s delivered in person by a member of the Ministry, who has to explain to the Roberts family what happened back in 1994 at the Quidditch World Cup, and that their memories of the events were stolen. Maybe they offer them the chance to see, via Pensieve memory, what happened.
So the Roberts daughter ends up going to Hogwarts angry with the wizarding world, aware that her kind is still held in disdain by some wizards, and determined to prove herself better than them all. So of course she gets sorted into Slytherin. Along with some of the children of the Death Eaters who attacked her family.
She’s too hostile and the other Slytherins too aware of her heritage for her to make any friends in her house. She gets on with the non-humans, though, house elves and ghosts and her non-magical elderly cat from home who’s as bad-tempered as she is. Her best friend is possibly Moaning Myrtle.
And she’s rubbish at every subject, which makes her even angrier, but she ends up being one hell of a Beater for the Slytherin Quidditch team.
(Errrm, if somebody writes this I’ll be your fangirl for life?)
Wednesday, February 26, 2014
when I find myself in times of trouble
david tennant comes to me
speaking words of wisdom
Trains for Weeds: The Barcelona metro
For people who haven’t caught on yet: If you do not want train pictures, you can blacklist “two people are dead but the train is fine” for anything train related or “trains for weeds” for just this kind of posts.
Both on Thursday and on Monday I used six different means of transportation! One of them was the metro in Barcelona. The pictures show:
- A map of the metro system on an information board just outside a metro station
- Ticket vending machines. You could choose between Catalonian, Castellanian/”regular” Spanish, French and English. A single metro ticket for an adult costs 2.15 euros.
- On my way down to the platforms!
- A train coming into the station.
- A different metro station. This one has a platform in the middle and tracks on both sides rather than the other way around.
- A train standing still on a station.
- An electric board that tells you what time it is and how many seconds away the next train is. I don’t know how frequent they are, but I never experienced it being more than two and a half minutes.
- Another train coming in to a station. This one looks newer, in a way.
- Inside one of the trains. This was around 1.30 pm on a Thursday. There are seats along the walls and lots of room to stand.
- These maps of the line you’re on are over the doors. Stations the train has already stopped on are lit, the approaching station blinks.
WHEN I WAS IN BARCELONA WE WERE FORBIDDEN FROM USING THE TRAINS, I CANNOT BELIEVE I MISSED THIS.