The margo plicatus is the separation between the glandular and aglandular portion of the equine stomach.
As for me, I like mangoes, don't hate horses and am a freshly-squeezed, unemployed public health veterinarian living in the wilds of Blacksburg, VA.
Accordingly, this tumblr is 75% animal photos, 20% wikipedia-holes and 5% original thought.
So it’s been a while but this was too fabulous not to share.
Anthropologie has an online store section boldly titled camping. What to get for the outdoorswoman who has everything? A sequined sleeping bag!
Anthropologie: Neutering fun (with fashion) since 1992.
A selection of comments on WH Auden’s “Funeral Blues”
Source: http://allpoetry.com/poem/8493081-Funeral_Blues-by-W_H_Auden
So apparently an oversized abacus is just the thing for when one’s desktop computer is too difficult to use and your eyesight is to poor for the normal-sized abacus in one of your spacious drawers. Form and function! Thanks for the style hint, Pottery Barn.
From: http://www.potterybarn.com/products/bedford-corner-desk-set/?pkey=cdesks-home-office
ETA: So it turns out that monstrosity is actually called the “oversized abacus” as seen here: http://reviews.potterybarn.com/9076/oversized-abacus/reviews.htm. Point to PB for truth in naming.
And apparently it cost a cool $250.
ETA, pt 2: Dude, why are there six fans in that photo?! I get that the windows are open but surely you can afford one really effective fan instead.
Alright, I’ll see you “For sale. Baby shoes, never worn” and raise you this straight-faced entry from a Pro-med e-mail: “Fungal pneumonia - UK: (Scotland) bagpipe, alert.”
Evocative, pithy and with the type of conflict where you don’t even know who you’re rooting for-the anti-heroic fungus or the underdog bagpipers.
From: http://www.promedmail.org/direct.php?id=20130311.1581224#.UT47JoKzxsQ.email
Organizing bookshelves is pretty much one of the purest forms of joy in the world. Even if the roommates did rather mock me about having an entire shelf of post-colonial literature.
Just gonna throw it out there, this’d be a great poem to read at a wedding. Not that I am in any way theoretically possibly ever planning anything for my own wedding, obviously not, that’d be insane and totally like rom-com-esquely batshit. And obviously I am never that. No, not me.
A portrait of the privileged complaining.
“We need more ruffled throw pillows and Things Shaped Like Owls,” they say. ”How will we be able to afford them without the online Anthropologie sale?”
(And yeah, I know I included all their names. They’re the ones liking Anthropologie on FB—and commenting in public, to boot—so I can live with that invasion of their privacy.)
Before we start talking about deportation for not respecting the second amendment, maybe we should take a moment to read the amendment before it.
Real talk: I was feeling a little on the fence but now I want to send all people arguing pro-guns to live and die in Timbuktu.
