clever title?

avasdemon:

AVA’S DEMON 16k+ READERS!!

WOW!! Dang what a milestone!! Thank you so much for reading, you guys!! I’ll be giving away THREE signed prints of Gil, as pictured above!!

  • One like, one reblog!
  • You need to be an Ava’s Demon reader (follower)
  • Contest ends April 2nd at 8pm PST (11pm EST)!
  • I’ll be doing the drawing that night with a random number generator and contacting the THREE winners afterwards.
  • GOOD LUCK!
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gogirlalicia1:

foramen-magnum:

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This is from a church story I once heard on TV. I don’t remember what the show was called but I remember there was a buffalo that could talk on walk on his hind legs and it was a cartoon. Anyway, the story was a man and his son were trapped in the highest room in a jail tower. They have been trapped there for a long time and the son comes up with a plan to escape by making wings to fly away using wax to mend the feathers and string to attach them to their backs. They had this all planned out perfectly and every littler detail was planned so perfect that you forgot it was still just the plan. Anyway, once they finally made the wings they jumped out to window and soared above the ocean! and the son was so happy to be free he spun around in the sky, singing and smiling. But, thesun melted the wax and the wings fell apart and he [Dave] fell into the ocean. The father watched as his son drowned. He couldn’t swoop down and save him because the sea breeze would just carry him farther away. The father, after losing everything he loved returned to the jail where the guards on the island saw what happened and kept him alive (if it had been anyone else, they would have killed him on spot) but they kept him alive, the memory being his torture.

I’ll probably sound like a real jackass here, but I’d just like to make sure you know that the original story is the greek story of Icarus.

The walking buffalo you mentioned is probably the Minotaur, by the way. The labyrinth he/it was kept in was designed by Icarus and his father, Deadalus.

fuckyeahmolecularbiology:

Played By Humans, Scored By Nature

Meet eteRNA, your new internet addiction. Not only is it a super-fun way to procrastinate on that thing you should be doing, it also helps to advance biology’s understanding of RNA and its synthesis - in a big way. Scientists from Stanford University and Carnegie Mellon University have developed eteRNA as a successor to Foldit, a popular internet-based game that proved the pattern-matching skills of amateurs could outperform some of the best protein-folding algorithms designed by scientists. They’re hedging their bets that eteRNA will work similarly - and are even funding the real-life synthesis of the weekly winner’s RNA molecule to see if it really does fold the same way the game predicts it should. 

The scientists hope to tap the internet’s ability to harness what is described as “collective intelligence,” the collaborative potential of hundreds or thousands of human minds linked together. Using games to harvest participation from amateurs exploits a resource which the social scientist Clay Shirky recently described as the “cognitive surplus” - the idea that together, as a collection of amateurs, we internet people make a very good algorithm because we react to information presented in a game, get better at it as we go along, and make informed decisions based on what has or hasn’t worked for us in the past. 

“We’re the leading edge in asking nonexperts to do really complicated things online,” says Dr. Treuille, an assistant professor of computer science at Carnegie Mellon and one of the original masterminds behind the game. “RNA are beautiful molecules. They are very simple and they self-assemble into complex shapes. From the scientific side, there is an RNA revolution going on. The complexity of life may be due to RNA signaling.”

“This [project] is like putting a molecular chess game in people’s hands at a massive level,” he continues. “I think of this as opening up science. I think we are democratizing science.”

And, so far, the democratisation is working. Although the creators warn that game players may start to see legal and ethical issues in gameplay down the road, for now, the collective intelligence is trumping professionally designed algorithms. Significantly, not only do humans outperform their computer adversaries, but the human strategies developed during the course of the game are significantly more flexible and adaptable than those of the algorithms they’re pitted against.

So what are you waiting for? This isn’t procrastination, it’s being a part of a collective intelligence that’s smart enough to take down science’s finest algorithms. Click here (you know you want to) to get synthesising!

livingtombstone:

aurorabolt:

laserpon3:

sup tumblr?

>mfw tomb sees this
I’m dying




that is not how you eat kinder eggs
shame on you

livingtombstone:

aurorabolt:

laserpon3:

sup tumblr?

>mfw tomb sees this

I’m dying

that is not how you eat kinder eggs

shame on you

centinibroninthesky:

Pilot

0. Pilot
__________________________________________________________

Season 1

1a. Slumber Party Panic

1b. Trouble in Lumpy Space

2a. Prisoners of Love

2b. Tree Trunks

3a. The Enchiridion!

3b. The Jiggler

4a. Ricardio the Heart Guy

4b. Business…

benditlikekorra:

chongthenomad:

masterarrowhead:

cupofankh:

knowyouravatarfacts:

As I’m sure you’re all aware, this was one of the most obvious sexual innuendo’s in the entire series.

HOW DID I NOT NOTICE THIS



HOLY SHIT



woah

benditlikekorra:

chongthenomad:

masterarrowhead:

cupofankh:

knowyouravatarfacts:

As I’m sure you’re all aware, this was one of the most obvious sexual innuendo’s in the entire series.

HOW DID I NOT NOTICE THIS

HOLY SHIT

woah

vellaismagic:

dotoriii:

imjustamotherfuckingkid:

Everyone in the apartment complex I lived in knew who Ugly was. Ugly was the resident tomcat.
Ugly loved three things in this world: fighting, eating garbage, and shall we say, love. The combination of these things combined with a life spent outside had their effect on Ugly.
To start with, he had only one eye, and where the other should have been was a gaping hole. He was also missing his ear on the same side, his left foot has appeared to have been badly broken at one time, and had healed at an unnatural angle, making him look like he was always turning the corner. His tail has long since been lost, leaving only the smallest stub, which he would constantly jerk and twitch. Ugly would have been a dark gray tabby striped-type, except for the sores covering his head, neck, even his shoulders with thick, yellowing scabs.
Every time someone saw Ugly there was the same reaction. “That’s one UGLY cat!!”
All the children were warned not to touch him, the adults threw rocks at him, hosed him down, squirted him when he tried to come in their homes, or shut his paws in the door when he would not leave.
Ugly always had the same reaction. If you turned the hose on him, he would stand there, getting soaked until you gave up and quit. If you threw things at him, he would curl his lanky body around feet in forgiveness. Whenever he spied children, he would come running meowing frantically and bump his head against their hands, begging for their love. If you ever picked him up he would immediately begin suckling on your shirt, earrings, whatever he could find.
One day Ugly shared his love with the neighbors huskies. They did not respond kindly, and Ugly was badly mauled. From my apartment I could hear his screams, and I tried to rush to his aid. By the time I got to where he was laying, it was apparent Ugly’s sad life was almost at an end.
Ugly lay in a wet circle, his back legs and lower back twisted grossly out of shape, a gaping tear in the white strip of fur that ran down his front. As I picked him up and tried to carry him home I could hear him wheezing and gasping, and could feel him struggling. I must be hurting him terribly I thought.
Then I felt a familiar tugging, sucking sensation on my ear - Ugly, in so much pain, suffering and obviously dying was trying to suckle my ear. I pulled him closer to me, and he bumped the palm of my hand with his head, then he turned his one golden eye towards me, and I could hear the distinct sound of purring. Even in the greatest pain, that ugly battled-scarred cat was asking only for a little affection, perhaps some compassion.
At that moment I thought Ugly was the most beautiful, loving creature I had ever seen. Never once did he try to bite or scratch me, or even try to get away from me, or struggle in any way. Ugly just looked up at me completely trusting in me to relieve his pain.
Ugly died in my arms before I could get inside, but I sat and held him for a long time afterwards, thinking about how one scarred, deformed little stray could so alter my opinion about what it means to have true pureness of spirit, to love so totally and truly. Ugly taught me more about giving and compassion than a thousand books, lectures, or talk show specials ever could, and for that I will always be thankful. He had been scarred on the outside, but I was scarred on the inside, and it was time for me to move on and learn to love truly and deeply. To give my total to those I cared for.
Many people want to be richer, more successful, well liked, beautiful, but for me, I will always try to be Ugly.

literally CRYING right now ;_;

:c ^^^^^^^^^^

Hey, props for typing out a more than a year old image from /b/
Good job.

vellaismagic:

dotoriii:

imjustamotherfuckingkid:

Everyone in the apartment complex I lived in knew who Ugly was. Ugly was the resident tomcat.

Ugly loved three things in this world: fighting, eating garbage, and shall we say, love. The combination of these things combined with a life spent outside had their effect on Ugly.

To start with, he had only one eye, and where the other should have been was a gaping hole. He was also missing his ear on the same side, his left foot has appeared to have been badly broken at one time, and had healed at an unnatural angle, making him look like he was always turning the corner. His tail has long since been lost, leaving only the smallest stub, which he would constantly jerk and twitch. Ugly would have been a dark gray tabby striped-type, except for the sores covering his head, neck, even his shoulders with thick, yellowing scabs.

Every time someone saw Ugly there was the same reaction. “That’s one UGLY cat!!”

All the children were warned not to touch him, the adults threw rocks at him, hosed him down, squirted him when he tried to come in their homes, or shut his paws in the door when he would not leave.

Ugly always had the same reaction. If you turned the hose on him, he would stand there, getting soaked until you gave up and quit. If you threw things at him, he would curl his lanky body around feet in forgiveness. Whenever he spied children, he would come running meowing frantically and bump his head against their hands, begging for their love. If you ever picked him up he would immediately begin suckling on your shirt, earrings, whatever he could find.

One day Ugly shared his love with the neighbors huskies. They did not respond kindly, and Ugly was badly mauled. From my apartment I could hear his screams, and I tried to rush to his aid. By the time I got to where he was laying, it was apparent Ugly’s sad life was almost at an end.

Ugly lay in a wet circle, his back legs and lower back twisted grossly out of shape, a gaping tear in the white strip of fur that ran down his front. As I picked him up and tried to carry him home I could hear him wheezing and gasping, and could feel him struggling. I must be hurting him terribly I thought.

Then I felt a familiar tugging, sucking sensation on my ear - Ugly, in so much pain, suffering and obviously dying was trying to suckle my ear. I pulled him closer to me, and he bumped the palm of my hand with his head, then he turned his one golden eye towards me, and I could hear the distinct sound of purring. Even in the greatest pain, that ugly battled-scarred cat was asking only for a little affection, perhaps some compassion.

At that moment I thought Ugly was the most beautiful, loving creature I had ever seen. Never once did he try to bite or scratch me, or even try to get away from me, or struggle in any way. Ugly just looked up at me completely trusting in me to relieve his pain.

Ugly died in my arms before I could get inside, but I sat and held him for a long time afterwards, thinking about how one scarred, deformed little stray could so alter my opinion about what it means to have true pureness of spirit, to love so totally and truly. Ugly taught me more about giving and compassion than a thousand books, lectures, or talk show specials ever could, and for that I will always be thankful. He had been scarred on the outside, but I was scarred on the inside, and it was time for me to move on and learn to love truly and deeply. To give my total to those I cared for.

Many people want to be richer, more successful, well liked, beautiful, but for me, I will always try to be Ugly.

literally CRYING right now ;_;

:c ^^^^^^^^^^

Hey, props for typing out a more than a year old image from /b/

Good job.

neuroticpony:

catbountry:

lascocks:

odango:

tsumugii:

alianajuguilon:

My dog Spike got into a really bad accident recently. He was tied to a car without the car owner’s knowledge. I guess my dog hid under the car for shade so the driver didn’t notice him. Basically he was dragged by the car until his leash broke off & he found his way back home. Nobody knew what happened until my aunt found him on our porch bleeding & scared. He needs surgery for his injuries which would amount to almost 2k. We can’t afford it so my uncle made this fundraiser for him. If you’d like to help please donate any amount, every penny counts!

Heres the link to his fundraiser:

http://www.giveforward.com/alovingdogneedsyourhelp

Please REBLOG so we can get to our goal & we can get him the surgery he needs. Thank you so much!

Don’t ignore this post! At least read it before scrolling down!

This hurts my heart so much.

BOOOOOST

What kind of asshole ties a dog to a car?

he was tied to the car without the owner’s knowledge. Didn’t you read the description?

No, he was tied there without the car owner’s knowledge.

asklittlericepaddy:

videohall:

The counting song

I almost turned it off in the first 3 seconds, I’m glad i sat through that.

Amazingly innocent and dark at the same time; I love it.

Well that escalated quickly.

You could have at least included a link to the original upload

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WXvsl8xgRxc