I̢̭̖͇͓̺͇̘͇̦ͨ͂ͣͯ̽ͬ͐ͦͥ̑͑͆̀t̡̧̘̞͔̤͓̝͓͓͖̊ͥ̓̌̒̏̆ͮ̆̑͐͆̄ͬ̾̄̾͑̀͡’̸̢̛̗̻̟̬̖͖͕̼̜͎̋̂͆ͣ͂͋͐ͦ̾̅ͮ͒ͮ̕͝s̻̺̯̥̩̈́̽̑̎ͧ͑͗́͊́͟͜͡ ̂̈͐͗̿ͬ͂̐́̌ͣ̍̐̌͟͠͏̵̬̻̬̯̲̪̤̭̠͈ͅa̛̞͙͇̟̼̭̺̞̦̱͖̓̂ͥ̀ͧ̂̾ͦ̂ͤͫ͂ͨl͉̬̳̼̪͉̼͍̖̘̫͓̣͎̦̤̯̰ͨͧ̌̿͌̑͛̓ͭ̽̐ͬ̾̏̆̈́̏̉̚͜͟͠l̵̟̲͓͚̲̠̥̮͎̙̮̯̬̭̘̎̄͗̋̂ͫ̔͂ͪ̆͌ͦͫͫͩ̚̕͞͠ͅ ̵̶̧̬̱̹̫͎̠͚͐̅̅̌̉̚w̷̷̦͉̫̭͚̭̜̤͎͇̗͓͍̦̥̜̓ͥͩͦ͌̑ͩ̈́ͤ͛̐̍̑̂̄͆ͯͭ͝r̶̸̵̬̠̫̥̺̳͓̀̾̏̓́͜ōͦ̔͋͐ͯ̈́̉͑ͤ͜͡͝͏̝͖̭̤̣̹n̏͑̿̈̐̏̉̂͏̧̰̝̞̤̯͍͙̼̹̞̹̤̩g̨̳̲̠͇͖̜̰͖̫̱͋͌̏̓ͤ́̈́ͪ͛͠
̨ͤͯͦ̏̔͆̽͆̒́̏̀͠͏̝͙̯͓̣̙̗I̶͂̇ͩ͗͐͌͋͌͑͒̅͒҉̥̺͙̲̦̣̥̣͖̜͔̜̫͈͈̤͠ͅt̴̡̢̢̼͓̤̦͔͔̘̝͕͙̺̹̠̝̻̘̓ͫͨ́͊̎̂́ͣ͗’͑͐͐̑ͭ͋͌̓̑̄̐̑̃̈́̐ͣ̚҉̢̢̠̰̺̱̬͚͉̙̞͉̕͟sͬ͛̓ͥ̅̐͂͏̢̛̼̮̹̫͇̟͍̫̞͖̗̹ ̸̫͚̰̯̙̭̤̝̯̠̗̼͖̘͉̣̖ͣͪ̅͌̀̑ͥͨͭ́́͢ͅͅa̶̡̞͇̬̲̼̠̦̩̣̱̦̥͙̬͒̽̉̒̅ͤ̏ͤ̽͒ͥ͑͜͞͠ͅl̸̡̡̰̦̙̭̗̬̝̝͓̥͍̯̖̲͍̈ͤͩ̓ͮ̄̃͗ͭ̿͂͐͊̋̽͛͐̀ͣ͢͠l̶͖͖͎̜̰͓͙͙̠̦͚̲̳̜̻̖̪̬̹ͧ̈̇ͩ̅̓ͨ̔ͣͦ̓̀͘͢͝ ̷̱̱̣̲̱̹̬̜̹̼̦̫̤̘͉̣̖͊̌ͩ̿͡g̵̰̱͚̝͌̽ͨ̏̕͟ò̩̣̣͕̻͍̘̖͈ͨ̎ͬ́͞n̢̪̬͚̫͓̠̭̩̩̤̱̠͕͙̹̩̞͂ͮ̿̂͌̅ͤ̒̆ͫ̒̏ͬ͟͜e̮̗̫͎͚ͤ̇̔ͥ̂ͦ̄̿ͪ̀͒ͩͣ̊͛ͮ̒͜͞ ͉̗̘̹̱̝̰̫̙̞̫̬̳̟͚̹͇̱̳͆̂̈̉̍͛̿̊͆͌̆͂̈ͥ̃͊̿ͦ̓́́͡w̡̭̖̼̣͈̱̥̑́̋̎́͋ͧͥ̓̏̔̚͠͞r̸̸̺̙̙͉̘̟̻̫̤̮̤̞̺̣̝̠͆̀̂̊̉͒ͨ̒ͭ̃͂ͫͭͣ̃̕o̸̾ͦ̍̀̑ͬ̓̇̔̿͏̘͎͍̰̪̩̜̲̲̙̗͖̞̻͈͘n̸̡̺͔̹͙̩̜͙͕̹̬͔̘͈̗͍͗ͯ͂̏̎̎̋̄̀͑̀ͤͫ̋͐͘g̢̢̳̟͙̱̝̪͖̖̬̩̺͕̝̝̳͔͗̓̈́ͣ́͂̐̏ͥ͢ͅ
̵̡̧̧̼̰̬̠̖͔̳̳̩͎̫͈̖͖͕͈̏̓̿̓ͭ̅͆ͤ͞ͅT̛̠̼̮̠̭̩͎͓ͣ̇̑ͤͪ̾̆̅ͭ͛͘͢h̨͙̬̟̖̖̞̹͕̪̹͙̑̃ͤ͗ͮ̽ͮ̑̿̀ͬ̿́͡͠ì̢̯̘̘̲̹͇̑ͭ̄̅ͤ̀s̵̬̺͙̞̩̰̪͍̦͙͖̒̉ͨͨͥͭͣ́ͬͧͧ͋ͪ́ ̢͉̲͖̟̜̰̲͎̥̜̞̟͔̼ͦ̃ͭͤ̀ͥͤͪͧ̑̍͌̌̌̚̚̚̕͢i̷̾̇̄̋̒̇̎̉̒ͨ͂ͥ̆ͤ̚͏̖̺̺͎ş̷̷̛̟̣̺̦̭̒ͫͤ̀͑̊ͯ́̇̿ͮ͢ ̡̛̬͍͇̣̗͎͈̙̗͗͌ͣ̂̅̄ͧ̈́̒ͮŵ̵̥̗̩̗̯̼̣͕̓ͣͨ͑͂͌́̓̃͑ͮ̃ͪ̔͌̇͞r̛̝̼̖͖̹̫̲̥̣̲̖̙̥͉͉̤̟͈ͮͣ̉̚͟o̷̸͙͙̝̜̘̹̩̘̦͒͆͒̐͑̽͋̇ͦͥ̅̐ͣͮͤ̒̾͊̀̕n͈͈͇͇͓̥͈̩̯̲̳̜͙̙͉ͥ̍ͭ̈́ͣ̈́̄ͥͩͤ̚͠͡ͅģ̷̡͕͙̺̘̘͔̟̺̜̳̤̺̩̼ͨ̈̐ͯͭ͗̌̀
The 283rd Regiment of Her Majesty’s Riflemen was legendary for obvious reasons.
Late in the 7th year of World War 1, the entire unit was captured by Germans and beheaded. But back in those days when men were men and gender roles were socially acceptable metaphors for physical strength, it took more than that to kill a fighting man. The unit survived by forcing food down their severed gullets and piping blood to their brains using retrofitted bilge pumps they stole from the German Navy.
The Regiment continued to fight, taking the Hills of Meinkopffiel, defeating the Cossacks at Verdun, capturing the 2nd Mini-Kaiser and more. When the war ended they were hailed as heroes and all the doctors in England pursued study of their case, learning incalculably important techniques that would later be used for kidney dialysis, head transplantation and more.
Their case also lead France to discontinue the use of the guillotine as decapitation was no longer the most certain method of execution.
“As a lotus flower is born in water, grows in water and rises out of water to stand above it unsoiled, so I, born in the world, raised in the world having overcome the world, live unsoiled by the world” —Buddha
Spiders do not bite. -
A great article by a professional Arachnologist explaining that if you think you’ve ever been bitten by a spider, you are probably if not definitely mistaken, which is common knowledge to people who understand these animals.
Too bad the idea of spiders regularly biting people is so deeply ingrained in everyone else’s mind.
Seriously you could live in a house with thousands of them and never get bit in your entire life. Not once. That’s exactly the case for one family who lives in a house crawling with recluses.
See also my friend Bug Girl’s (not the same Bug Girl I’m friends with here on Tumblr, a second one!) blog post “WRONG ON THE INTERNET: BOGUS USA SPIDER CHART.”
My favorite fact she points out:
Black widow spiders are found around the United States in large populations, but literally not a single person in America has ever died from one.
It’s not even solidly proven that anyone anywhere has died from a widow.
Fear of spiders is not a natural, understandable defensive response. It is an extremely abnormal psychological quirk inexplicably widespread in just a few countries - primarily English-speaking countries - over only the past century and reinforced by our culture.
Oh no. All this has done is made me want to pick up spiders for a closer look at their cute little faces.
almost done reinstalling shit - finals on sunday - after that, I can start pouring free time into art again *_*