Many adults are put off when youngsters pose scientific questions. Children ask why the sun is yellow, or what a dream is, or how deep you can dig a hole, or when is the world’s birthday, or why we have toes. Too many teachers and parents answer with irritation or ridicule, or quickly move on to something else. Why adults should pretend to omniscience before a five-year-old, I can’t for the life of me understand. What’s wrong with admitting that you don’t know? Children soon recognize that somehow this kind of question annoys many adults. A few more experiences like this, and another child has been lost to science. There are many better responses. If we have an idea of the answer, we could try to explain. If we don’t, we could go to the encyclopedia or the library. Or we might say to the child: “I don’t know the answer. Maybe no one knows. Maybe when you grow up, you’ll be the first to find out.
– Carl Sagan (via itscandidlycara)(Source: skaterboytae)
Via BlarghThat moment when you don’t know if your writing sucks, or you’ve just been staring at it too long.
i have a degree in psychology why can’t i write a therapy scene in less than two weeks
Roommate and I just watched this movie, and I couldn’t stop picturing Long John Silver in a corset and heels.
#traumatized #butkindaokaywithit
(Source: emilianadarling)
Via Emiliana Darling
anyways
I love how hard he’s been smacked by the Puberty Fairy. Happy Birthday!
(Source: butterscotchcreys)
Via Blargh
do you ever wonder
if celebrities ever see gifsets of themselves with other celebrities and read all the comments and then think, damn, we WOULD be hot together, maybe we ARE in love
Yes.
Friday Night Roundup
1.) The Bad News:
The Good News: I have all summer to calm the hell down via Tai Chi and Szechuan Tofu.
2.) I’ve been dragging my feet on Stop Loss, I know—it’s been a rough, uninspired couple of weeks for writing. But! I’m working on it, and the newest chapter will *definitely* be up next week, and the one after that should be easier to write, unless I radically change my mind about what’s going to happen (Hint—Nationals).
3.) The 3-year-old companion will henceforth be known as the 4-year-old companion (which does not roll off the tongue quite as easily), as his birthday is tomorrow.
His wildly out-of-touch grandfather sent him an iPhone.
4.) Yesterday, Roommate’s brother graduated with an advanced degree from an Ivy League school, and Former Ace Roommate got engaged.
I got up at 10, went to work, read a book, ran, danced, showered, and went to bed.
I will never get over the magic chocolate factory.
Never.
(Source: sugar-motta)
Via i'm white and i'm sorry
Reblogging for the kilt (and the eyelashes, because damn.)
(Source: blaintana)
Via Oh My God, Stop It!
This is eviscerating, and pretty much 98% spot on.
(Source: aspiringtoeloquence)
Also thinking of writing a sequel to “Intelligible Paranoia” over the summer that spotlights all the illogical crap from season 3, but since there was, like, zero Wes and David I don’t think that would work out; things to think about after I’m not in danger of a spazzing, rage-induced aneurysm.
I’m just going to stare at this picture until I’m calm enough to sleep.
About me
Because typing is decidedly less creepy than talking to yourself.I write a lot. I read even more. You can find my writing at: http://www.fanfiction.net/~yourfairygodfather
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