Tumblebuns
Bring in the Taarradhin

So there is no word for “compromise” in Arabic. None at all. 

How frustating for peace-mediators to travel to arabic countries, where we really need some mediation, and not have a word for the very thing you’re trying to create.

But maybe that speaks to Arabic culture.

“Compromise” implys that each side losses a little to obtain an ultimet goal and help the function along. 

“Taarradhin” is a the Arabic word for a win-win. Literally: I win, you win.

So, I’m sure diplomats have already thought of this, but maybe we should aim less for compromise, and more for taarradhin? 

Maybe all the time? 

I just saw a spoiler on tumblr.

I know, novel, right?

But I’d never really had this soul-crushing experiance before, so I am going to describe the physiological effects:

First there was disbelife, much like death, where I re-read the offending gif again. (this only cemented the horrible item in my mind.)

Then I furosciously scrolled away, but the damamge had been done.

At this point I started laboriously exhaling, where my diaphragm contracted and hands covered my face. (this was such a violent reaction my sister came downstairs to ask if I was choking.

In all this pain at being spoiled, a ridiculous pleasure filled my brain as I madly tried to figure out the context that character #1 would do this to character #2. My imaginary drama unfolded in waves of excitement and guilt as I realized my episode-watching would not be the same.

But much like narcotics, the thrill of storyline outshone the fear of future failure, so I then ran into my kitchen, emboldened by my manic disappointment. 

This was followed by your classic anger towards the vehicle of spoilage (although a blog can hardly take blame) your clinical cries for help, and then reaching out to an understanding community.

Finally, acceptance.

…. but it was really crazy and I’m so mad and it was a GAME OF THRONES one too and aaaaaaah.

“French graphic artist Pascal Witaszek released to the web over the weekend a poster of a fictional Walt Disney biofilm ”
I think this would be really cool if it were real.
So long as they: a) gave a realistic view of the man who started it all, his fallibility, dreams, ego, and soul as just another human being b) weren’t too pessimistic, I mean I know Disney has his fair share of faults, but I don’t think people want a history channel documentary, they want a really good story. 
Plus, I love the “of a mouse and a man”.

“French graphic artist Pascal Witaszek released to the web over the weekend a poster of a fictional Walt Disney biofilm ”

I think this would be really cool if it were real.

So long as they: a) gave a realistic view of the man who started it all, his fallibility, dreams, ego, and soul as just another human being b) weren’t too pessimistic, I mean I know Disney has his fair share of faults, but I don’t think people want a history channel documentary, they want a really good story. 

Plus, I love the “of a mouse and a man”.

If this were true, the Lannisters wouldn’t stand a chance.
(expect for Tyrion)
WINTER (in the form of a billionaire in a metal suit) IS COMING.

If this were true, the Lannisters wouldn’t stand a chance.

(expect for Tyrion)

WINTER (in the form of a billionaire in a metal suit) IS COMING.

THEY LIKE ME, THEY REALLY LIKE ME!
So I posted a picture I enjoyed, tagged it approprietly, and then other people who share similare interests reblogged it to brighten others’ days.
TUMBLR FINALLY MAKES SENSE.
But this phenomenon (do doo de dodo) gave me pause for thought.
I don’t know who made the original picture which tickled me so. I found it online, saved it, uploaded it, and in the course of 5 minutes had spread information to multiple amused parties. 
All the while, the creator isn’t getting any of the praise. If anything, I, the middle man, am reaping the benefits by having people approve my taste and listen to me. 
Belive me, I love spreading smiles.
I just feel bad that I can do so little work and feel so good about it. 

THEY LIKE ME, THEY REALLY LIKE ME!

So I posted a picture I enjoyed, tagged it approprietly, and then other people who share similare interests reblogged it to brighten others’ days.

TUMBLR FINALLY MAKES SENSE.

But this phenomenon (do doo de dodo) gave me pause for thought.

I don’t know who made the original picture which tickled me so. I found it online, saved it, uploaded it, and in the course of 5 minutes had spread information to multiple amused parties. 

All the while, the creator isn’t getting any of the praise. If anything, I, the middle man, am reaping the benefits by having people approve my taste and listen to me. 

Belive me, I love spreading smiles.

I just feel bad that I can do so little work and feel so good about it. 

My mother laughed at this.
My 50+ mother. 
I love my mother. 

My mother laughed at this.

My 50+ mother. 

I love my mother. 

Heck to the yes.

Heck to the yes.

Make my wedding ring salt, please.

John Green:

“The Berbers traded salt for West African gold.

Now this might seem like a poor trade, but keep in mind that without salt we die, but without gold we only have to face the universe’s deprived indifference to use while lacking metallic adornment.”

(The universe might not love you, John, but I sure do.)

And this is what college has done to me:

BRITAIN’S Got Talent hot favourite Jonathan Antoine has a secret life as a member of a bizarre internet cult.


The shy opera singer has joined a wacky group called The Nerd Fighters.

Members, often intellectual loners, claim they are “not made of flesh and bone’’ and watch Harry Potter and Star Trek movies all the time.

Jonathan, 17, who is through to Saturday’s final with pal Charlotte Jaconelli, 16, admitted yesterday: “I am a Nerd Fighter. Loud and proud.”

-Daily Star

Welp, this is the world’s best description of why I’m on youtube so much.

oh, and it’s nerdfighters. 

I realized the other day that I sing this when I feel lonely. I have no idea why. 
Sometimes when I’ve driving alone, or taking a walk. I’m glad she made it.

I realized the other day that I sing this when I feel lonely. I have no idea why. 

Sometimes when I’ve driving alone, or taking a walk. I’m glad she made it.