So… someone made a Skyrim mod where all the dragons are replaced with Thomas the Tank Engine characters and it’s the funniest fucking thing I have ever seen. (Watch the video, you won’t regret it.)
Above, the World-Eater sits in the flaming wreckage of Helgen.
Ramiro’s been playing Skyrim since it came out a few years ago. I’ve seen the opening seen a few times now…but never like this. Very funny. :)
Street of Fire
Raining a bit. Made me think of this scene. :3
Lazy snowman…snow wasn’t right for an upright one.
This made me so happy when I saw it. Haha!
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I love roses… When they’re outside.
This is a preference I shared with my late step-grandmother (my mom’s step-mom, and the only real grandparent I ever had who lived long enough for me to meet/remember). Her name was Julia — Julie to family — and she was a kick-butt British woman who carried herself like a proper lady. A proper lady who knew how to swear like a right sailor.
And she loved her roses.
Grandma Julie had a fairly lavish rose garden. One that I would sometimes help to tend, as I was often at her home when my parents had to work late.
She would prune her rose bushes (cutting off select buds before they opened, in order to give other buds more room to grow), but she would never bring any fully-bloomed flowers inside. I asked her about this many times and she always had answers that made perfect sense to me:
- "The whole reason I planted roses in the first place is because I love them. Why would I kill them just to bring them inside for a few days?"
- "Out here everyone can enjoy them. I don’t work hard on these just for me to look at them."
- "I like the birds and the squirrels, but I’m not bringing them in my house. Some things belong outdoors."
- "They smell like @#$% indoors."
Good reasons, all. But that last one… That last one is the best reason of all.
Outside, there are few things more pleasant than the delicate waft of a freshly-bloomed rose, gently slipping past you on a chilled breeze. Ahhh…
Inside the smell has nowhere to go. It just kind of stacks up and becomes overpowering. It’s like getting punched in the face with a turd made of migraines. Indoor roses will beat the living crap out of your sinuses and stand over you laughing as you tearfully fumble through your purse for Excedrin.
Roses, when trapped in a small room, become cruel deformities of the beautifully delicate lifeforms they once were.
So, yes. I love roses. I enjoy strolling through rose gardens and admiring the carefully crafted hybrids people have spent years perfecting…
But I will never, ever bring them inside my house.