August 29th
 A year went past. The days followed one another patiently. Right back at the beginning of the multiverse they had tried all passing at the same time, and it hadn’t worked. 
— Terry Pratchett (Wyrd Sisters)
20140829 @ 1800
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 Back down on the plains, if you kicked people they kicked back. Up here, when you kicked people they moved away and just waited patiently for your leg to fall off. How could a king go down in history ruling a people like that? You couldn’t oppress them any more than you could oppress a mattress. 
— Terry Pratchett (Wyrd Sisters)
20140829 @ 1200
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 ‘Well, being assassinated is natural causes for a king,’ said Granny. ‘I don’t see why he’s so sheepish about it. When old Thargum was killed they stuck his head on a pole, had a big bonfire and everyone in the palace got drunk for a week.’ 
— Terry Pratchett (Wyrd Sisters)
20140829 @ 0600
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August 28th
 

‘It’s a tortoyse,’ said Magrat. ‘I bought it down in Sheepridge market. It’s incredibly old and knows many secrets, the man said.’

‘I know that man,’ said Granny. ‘He’s the one who sells goldfish that tarnish after a day or two.’

 
— Terry Pratchett (Wyrd Sisters)
20140828 @ 1800
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 Every flat surface was stuffed with ornaments brought back by far-travelling members of the family. Sons and grandsons kept the logpile stacked, the roof shingled, the chimney swept; the drinks cupboard was always full, the pouch by her rocking chair always stuffed with tobacco. Above the hearth was a huge pokerwork sign saying ‘Mother’. No tyrant in the whole history of the world had ever achieved a domination so complete. 
— Terry Pratchett (Wyrd Sisters)
20140828 @ 1200
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geekgirlfibers:

scitchet:

missknotty:

niisantaniiputa:

hellabitcoins:

aliwav:

listen you boutta have the thickest smoodie of all time, where is your liquid? your ice? weak ass aesthetics, try again

smh they leave the strawberry tops on… might as well leave the gotdam banana peels on

Hahahahahahaha for real tho

There’s water in the pitcher…

Also, banana peals are packed with nutrients. I always throw some into a smoothie.

Does that have much effect on the taste?

Not that I’ve noticed.  I’ll throw orange peel in too if I’m using them.  I don’t put in the whole peel, ‘cuz I’m not sure anyone needs that much fiber…

geekgirlfibers:

scitchet:

missknotty:

niisantaniiputa:

hellabitcoins:

aliwav:

listen you boutta have the thickest smoodie of all time, where is your liquid? your ice? weak ass aesthetics, try again

smh they leave the strawberry tops on… might as well leave the gotdam banana peels on

Hahahahahahaha for real tho

There’s water in the pitcher…

Also, banana peals are packed with nutrients. I always throw some into a smoothie.

Does that have much effect on the taste?

Not that I’ve noticed.  I’ll throw orange peel in too if I’m using them.  I don’t put in the whole peel, ‘cuz I’m not sure anyone needs that much fiber…

(Source: vthevegan)

20140828 @ 0920
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 Nanny Ogg didn’t care much about what people knew and even less for what they thought, and lived in a new, knick-knack crammed cottage in the middle of Lancre town itself and at the heart of her own private empire. Various daughters and daughters-in-law came in to cook and clean on a sort of rota. 
— Terry Pratchett (Wyrd Sisters)
20140828 @ 0600
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August 27th
 

‘And the child? He was given to the witches? Do they do human sacrifice?’

‘It would appear not,’ said the duke. The duchess looked vaguely disappointed.

 
— Terry Pratchett (Wyrd Sisters)
20140827 @ 1800
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 The duke had managed quite well for fifty years without finding a use for curiosity. It was not a trait much encouraged in aristocrats. He had found certainty was a much better bet. However, it occurred to him that for once curiosity might have its uses. 
— Terry Pratchett (Wyrd Sisters)
20140827 @ 1200
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 The sergeant in charge was not happy in his work. He was a Ramtops man, and wasn’t at all certain about how you went about arresting a witch. He was pretty certain, though, that the witch wouldn’t like the idea. He didn’t like the idea of a witch not liking the idea. The men were Ramtoppers as well. They were following him very closely, ready to duck behind him at the first sign of anything more unexpected than a tree. 
— Terry Pratchett (Wyrd Sisters)
20140827 @ 0600
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August 26th

Let me tell you about my night

I am deep in the throes of the Second Week (i.e. crazy-time).

Half way through my evening class an older woman comes in demanding to know if this is where the math class is. She gave me one of those looks that said I couldn’t possibly be the one teaching the class. I mean, I’m now in my mid thirties, come on people.

So, I asked who she was, which was apparently offensive. Theoretically, anyone registering after the first week is supposed to get permission… That clearly didn’t happen.

Anyway, I attempted to get her started, but she didn’t want to use the computer. So, at this point I’m thinking, lady, you are so screwed. There are no lecture classes at all for this level of math. I couldn’t give her my undivided attention, ‘cuz I have a class full of students who have been there working for a week who need my help. So she actually had to do something for herself.

She spent the rest of class loudly complaining about EVERYTHING. Not asking for help, but trying to be the center of attention. There are very few things students can do to push my buttons at this point, but she found the one thing that does. I completely understand that this type of acting out comes from a place of fear and insecurity. However, this is a semi-self-paced class (system-paced, if you are in the know). Everyone is trying to do their own work and get the help they need. Disturbing other students is just not okay in my book. And she clearly was trying to get my undivided attention by disturbing the rest of the class, which was not happening.

I did my standard very calm explanations when she explicitly asked for help and ignoring her when she didn’t. Which works well. The other students quickly ignored her, thankfully (there were some looks, but nothing else). Evening classes tend to be full of serious students.

I could tell that she was at least beginning to figure out that this is a serious class and I don’t put up with shit. She will most likely drop, or refuse to do the work and be dropped. I just don’t understand why any advisor would put someone strait into a math course completely taught on computers when that person doesn’t like computers. She was definitely the type to insist though, so it might not have been the advisor’s fault. All it means is a few uncomfortable classes with someone who doesn’t want to be there. Either she will figure it out or more likely she will leave. This particular type of student tends not to like me because I will not put up with their bullshit. So they go find a different instructor to terrorize.

Argh! Okay, done ranting. Time for sleeping.

20140826 @ 2239
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 She walked quickly through the darkness with the frank stride of someone who was at least certain that the forest, on this damp and windy night, contained strange and terrible things and she was it. 
— Terry Pratchett (Wyrd Sisters)
20140826 @ 1800
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Granny ruminated on this for a while and then she said, ‘Old Goodie Whemper, she didn’t get out and about much, did she?’

‘It was her leg, you know,’ said Magrat.

‘But she taught you all the midwifery and everything?’

‘Oh, yes, that,’ said Magrat. ‘I done lots.’

‘But—’ Granny hesitated, groping her way across unfamiliar territory – ‘she never talked about what you might call the previous.’

‘Sorry?’

‘You know,’ said Granny, with an edge of desperation in her voice. ‘Men and such.’

Magrat looked as if she was about to panic. ‘What about them?’

 
— Terry Pratchett (Wyrd Sisters)
20140826 @ 1200
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 Granny considered Mrs Vitoller as she snatched farthings from under her husband’s fingers. She was an intelligent-looking woman, who appeared to treat her husband much as a sheepdog treats a favourite lamb. The complexities of the marital relationship were known to Granny only from a distance, in the same way that an astronomer can view the surface of a remote and alien world, but it had already occurred to her that a wife to Vitoller would have to be a very special woman with bottomless reserves of patience and organizational ability and nimble fingers. 
— Terry Pratchett (Wyrd Sisters)
20140826 @ 0600
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August 25th
 ‘That was how your family used to run a kingdom, was it? You had a positive duty to kill your cousin. It was clearly in the interests of the species,’ said the duchess. ‘The weak don’t deserve to survive.’ 
— Terry Pratchett (Wyrd Sisters)
20140825 @ 1800
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