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April 23 2017

10:14
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sumerianlanguage:

prokopetz:

thesparkofrevolution:

blacktyranitar:

thesparkofrevolution:

jakovu:

dama3:

tastefullyoffensive:

Babylonian era problems. (photo via tbc34)

old school hate mail

Imagine how pissed you have to be to engrave a rock

Ok but there was this guy called Ea-nasir who was a total crook and would actually cheat people ought of good copper and sell them shit instead.
The amount of correspondences complaining to and about this guy are HILARIOUS.

Are you telling me we know about a specific guy who lived 5000 years ago, by name, because he was a huge asshole

More like 4000 years ago but yes. Ea-nasir and his dodgy business deals.

And we haven’t even touched on the true hilarity of the situation yet. Consider two additional facts:

  • He wasn’t just into copper trading. There are letters complaining about Ea-nasir’s business practices with respect to everything from kitchenwares to real estate speculation to second-hand clothing. The guy was everywhere.
  • The majority of the surviving correspondences regarding Ea-nasir were recovered from one particular room in a building that is believed to have been Ea-nasir’s own house.

Like, these are clay tablets. They’re bulky, fragile, and difficult to store. They typically weren’t kept long-term unless they contained financial records or other vital information (which is why we have huge reams of financial data about ancient Babylon in spite of how little we know about the actual culture: most of the surviving tablets are commercial inventories, bills of sale, etc.).

But this guy, this Ea-nasir, he kept all of his angry letters - hundreds of them - and meticulously filed and preserved them in a dedicated room in his house. What kind of guy does that?

[ source ]

every time this post comes across my dash (which is often) it has even more cool info attached to it

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haruka-grinds-on-the-tachibooty:

seananmcguire:

Tiger chubs tiger chubs TIGER CHUBS YOU GUYS

*squeeeeee*

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introvertunites:

If you’re an introvert, follow introvertunites.

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10:10
U mnie raczej
W porządku.
Tylko czasami,
Tak znienacka
Poleci kilka łez
Po policzku.
Tłumaczę sobie,
Że to przez wiatr.
Ale nie mogę
Dopuścić do siebie
Myśli,
Że ten wiatr
Nazywa się
Rozczarowanie.
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Ba dum tss

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April 21 2017

21:07
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rickmoony:

newcrunchyp0rnflakes:

Well… the rains gotta stop somewhere

Oh my god, someone has footage of it! I remember one time my dad, lil brother, and I were leaving a Ryan’s. We were waiting for a chance to hop onto the road and in the distance we just saw everything turn grey. We saw it come closer and closer and come to find out it was rain!

It was just a wall of rain - the end of the rain, really. I’ve never seen it again, but it’s so cool to see footage of the edge of rain!

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April 20 2017

10:11
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scrobbbles:

i want to play an rpg where these are my four stats

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April 16 2017

14:21
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agent-ward:

ultrafunnypictures:

My friend wrote “tell me your secrets” on a wall about a year ago. She went back yesterday and people actually replied. I wasn’t sure exactly where to post this.

this is so precious

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April 14 2017

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caragh:

sashayed:

spacenoot:

beldaran:

jumpingjacktrash:

you go, you beautiful person. you fuckin go.

YES FUCK YES

No ok but I actually met him. Several of my colleagues and students were hired to do some assessments for several manmade and natural ponds on his property. He wanted to maintain them with several different fish populations so that kids nearby could fish and have a good time.

While we were working he rode up in his four wheeler with a terrified look on his face. I never thought I would see a former football player on the verge of tears, but boy howdy he nearly was. Several of us stop what we were doing and go over to see what was up.

“I was running the tractor through the field and almost hit a fawn.” He says.

Now, for reference, it’s pretty common to have farmers run over and kill fawns. The defense mechanism of fawns when they are young is to lay down low and not move…which obviously isn’t great for when there’s a tractor. It happens all the time, but it can be pretty bloody. It’s not a pretty sight.

So, thinking that maybe such a gory scene unnerved him and that we may have to dispose of the body, I say “Mr. Brown, is the fawn still alive?”

He says “Yes, I took it to the barn…but I’m afraid the mom won’t take it back because it has human scent on it.”

The myth about “human scent” is a common one, but it’s just that…a myth. But still, this guy was absolutely terrified that this little deer was going to live the first few weeks of its life without a parent. He was distraught.

Luckily my professor/boss was like “Don’t worry Mr. Brown, if you return the fawn relatively close to the spot that you found it, the mother will come back. The human scent thing is just a myth. The fawn will be alright, just be sure to keep the barn quiet so that the fawn doesn’t panic.”

Mr. Brown’s face lit up and he let out a sigh of relief. “Thank God” he said “I was so worried.”

And that’s the story of how I met the sweetest man ever: Mr. Jason Brown.

fyi Jason Brown is still the cutest

I can’t believe this is a real story, but it’s a real story. 

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