all of your colonies and continental divides

sarantium: twenty-something physicist with a book habit. queer, white, disabled. fond of kittens, neutrinos and karen gillan.

My skin is so much clearer on azithromyacin than amoxicillin.

(Hey, if I’m going to have an illness that means I can currently only stand up with extreme pain, I may as well enjoy its only benefit.)

occasionally I feel insufficiently adult and then I remember some of the physicists I know

(one of them blames the Nazis for the 110, because evidently the city of Los Angeles imported some Germans to build it.  Given that it was the 1920s and 1930s, some of them would later become Nazis.)

(I’ve heard another one sing the tourism jingle for Milwaukee.)

(another prof is notable for being indistinguishable from either a homeless person or a undergraduate.)

(yet another one picks his collaborations based on how likely they are to have meetings in places he wants to vacation.)

(I also know of a collaboration that got arrested for being drunk and disorderly.  Twice.)

Yes, all coffee breaks are special. But it turns out, as George Orwell has taught us, that some coffee breaks are more special than others.

—the co-spokesperson of a multimillion-dollar experiment, sent to all members of the collaboration

last-snowfall:

kiss-my-aspergers:

cosmictuesdays:

witchylana:

unbuttonedinawood:

pasiphile:

fructosebat:

swanjolras:

when i find myself in times of trouble

terry pratchett comes to me

whispering sam vimes once arrested a motherfucking dragon

you are capable of literally anything

Sam Vimes once arrested two opposing armies to end a war.

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Sam Vimes fought an ancient mind-controlling spirit and won. Sam Vimes killed a werewolf with his bare hands. Sam Vimes happily wears the awful lumpy itchy socks his wife knits him. Sam Vimes causes traffic jams in order to be home in time to read his baby a bedtime story. Sam Vimes fought at the barricades— twice. Sam Vimes waited until his interviewee had left and then put his coat over his head so no one could hear him laughing hysterically at her silly name. Sam Vimes is my hero.

Sam Vimes overcame a crippling alcohol dependency. Sam Vimes examines and confronts his internal prejudices. Sam Vimes lived in poverty because he was giving his salary to the widows and orphans of fellow officers. Sam Vimes cleaned up a corrupt police force and made it inclusive of the different ethnicities in his city.

Sam Vimes is my hero too.

He turned to leave, then seemed to have a thought. “Sergeant Dorfl!” he said, turning back. “D’you think you’ll believe in gods now?”

Every eye in the Watch House turned to the golem sergeant. “Not Gods, Yet.” said Sergeant Dorfl. “But Always Sam Vimes.”

- Mister Vimes’d Go Spare

do it for the vimes

I have always loved him fiercely not laughing at Cheery’s name. Because she’s WAITING for it. She’s braced. And he doesn’t. Nor does he make dwarf jokes.

(via star-anise)