where you live at a particular time; "deliver the package to my home"; "he doesn't have a home to go to"; "your place or mine?"
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where you live at a particular time; "deliver the package to my home"; "he doesn't have a home to go to"; "your place or mine?"
From The Archives: “Ninjas were assassins, they were mercenaries, they were not good people, they were not heroes”: A panel of Canadian Christians decries the anti-Christian message of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (among other pop-culture proselytizers) in the early-90s propaganda film Not Just Fun and Games.
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Chantelle Suzanne
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“When my husband died, because he was so famous and known for not being a believer, many people would come up to me — it still sometimes happens — and ask me if Carl changed at the end & converted to a belief in an afterlife. They also frequently ask me if I think I will see him again.
Carl faced his death with unflagging courage and never sought refuge in illusions. The tragedy was that we knew we would never see each other again. I don’t ever expect to be reunited with Carl. But, the great thing is that when we were together, for nearly twenty years, we lived with a vivid appreciation of how brief and precious life is. We never trivialized the meaning of death by pretending it was anything other than a final parting. Every single moment that we were alive and we were together was miraculous - not miraculous in the sense of inexplicable or supernatural. We knew we were beneficiaries of chance… That pure chance could be so generous and so kind… That we could find each other, as Carl wrote so beautifully in Cosmos, you know, in the vastness of space and the immensity of time… That we could be together for twenty years. That is something which sustains me and it’s much more meaningful…
The way he treated me and the way I treated him, the way we took care of each other and our family, while he lived. That is so much more important than the idea I will see him someday. I don’t think I’ll ever see Carl again. But I saw him. We saw each other. We found each other in the cosmos, and that was wonderful.”
Ann Druyan, about her husband Carl Sagan
now THAT is a fucking love story
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Chantelle Suzanne
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Even the Victorians knew how to Photoshop… from The Skull Illusion
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In our office, we have a pretty amazing paper shredder. Seriously, the thing shreds just about anything. It even has a special slot for credit cards (why anyone would want to regularly shred credit cards is beyond me, but I digress…).
One day, after shredding some paper, I thought to myself:…
HEY INSTAGRAM! I’d prefer 50 000 dollars!! http://www.darpa.mil/NewsEvents/Releases/2011/10/27.aspx
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