welcome to the vampire's bedsit

kyrimsadventuers:

Not Evil #notevil #promise

seems legit

tkingfisher:

BEHOLD THE HORRID GLORY OF CRAW-BOB THE LAWN CRAYFISH HE LIVES HE HUNGERS HE IS ABOUT THREE AND A HALF INCHES LONG THEY SAID I WAS MAD WHEN I SPOKE OF LAWN CRAYFISH BUT WHO IS LAUGHING NOW!?

(ahem)

Hound went out in a rainstorm and poked something, which poked her back, and this sequence ended in me balancing a phone and a flashlight. I took a gazillion photos, of which two came out.

Lawn Crayfish are a known phenomenon throughout the south and up through the Midwest to Ohio and Indiana and nobody knows they exist because nobody who knows thinks to mention it with the end result that a lot of people encounter one and start screaming hysterically because why is there a lobster in the flowerbed!?

He is named Craw-Bob and I have met one like him before and tried to get him out of a hole with a piece of salami on a string and he took the salami away from me but I couldn’t get a photo and basically I’m very happy.

aethersea:

thelastdogfighter:

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?

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SOME LEGENDS ARE TOLD

I MIGHT SELL DUST OR FAKE GOLD

BUT YOU WILL REMEMBER ME

FOR CENTURIES

Does anyone else have a sneaking suspicion that Ea-nasir was someone’s OC and this is some form of Babylonian comedy?

“Ea-nasir, you have sold me a mansion in which to house my aging mother, but lo, upon arrival I see the mansion is but a crumbling shack, and my mother resides still within my own home, where she makes my husband and children unhappy with her loud snoring.” 

*helpless babylonian laughter*