A DRABBLE IS PRECISELY 200 WORDS
NO MORE NO LESS
I WILL FIGHT YOU ON THIS
NO! A DRABBLE IS PRECISELY 100 WORDS. NOT 99 NOT 101. 100 WORDS. A DOUBLE DRABBLE IS PRECISELY 200 WORDS.
I WILL ALSO FIGHT YOU ON THIS.
WE ARE ALL BEING REALLY LOUD ABOUT THIS AT CASA DE GEEKDYKE DEL YOU ARE WRONG
Megan: ERIN DID YOU KNOW THAT BATS HAVE TEETH
Megan: LIKE LOOK AT THAThttps://24.media.tumblr.com/9bb68ba7302691dc1fd445d1601def65/tumblr_n3iaep3daf1rv6w5bo2_500.jpg
Delcat: Uh…yeah? Vampire bats? Rabies bites?
Delcat: Also…most mammals have teeth?
Megan: I knew that but I didn’t think about it
Delcat: Also they’re basically flying rodents?
Delcat: Actually they are flying rodents but
Megan: I thought they had, like, cute little bird teeth?
Delcat: ……..birds don’t have teeth
Megan: I know but you know what I mean
I KNOW birds don’t have teeth and I KNOW bats do have teeth, I’m just saying they shouldn’t have THOSE teeth is all.
Here I made you a diagram.
bitsypon asked: Your job title is literally "page" (or contains it at least)? For some reason that just seems really neat to me. :D
I…wow, I cannot believe I never realized the pun in that. Holy shit.
BUT YES I am a library page which means I’m at the lowest rung of the ladder. Shelving is my main job, but there are also roughly ten billion smaller tasks we’re in charge of, like emptying drop bins, retrieving requested material for the pull list, cleaning computers, and making things look neat at the beginning and end of the day (and usually a few times in the middle).
As for advancement, I’m hoping that soon I’ll become a library squire and then that a watery tart will fling a scimitar at me and I’ll become library king.
No, you upgrade from page to
My sister doggedly read poetry to me while I played video games as a small child, and while I have since voiced my appreciation for it, I believe it’s not appreciation enough.
O vast earth-apple, waiting to be fried,
Of all life’s starers the most many-eyed,
What furtive purpose hatched you long ago
In Indiana or in Idaho?
DON’T MAKE ME TALK ABOUT FOOD IN FRANCE PRE- AND POST- WORLD WAR I
I’LL DO IT
oh hey nice line you got there
OOPS I CROSSED IT
Wait, what poem?
And I’m not sure if I should inflict this on the Tumblr fandom, maybe if you get on Steam later?
You totally should. And Late Rising by Jacques Prevert, Megan read it to me when I was ten or so and it’s always stuck with me. It’s about an egg, you are getting random eggs left and right today! There’s another (more accurate?) translation here.
I love that poem. You were ten when I read you that? Oops. Poetry!
"Everyone knows that peanut butter and jelly sandwiches aren’t the fastest sandwiches, but they have great endurance."
— I love shelving during story hour. (via delcat)