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They see me rollin’. They hatin’. 

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Stop it.

No, really, stop it.

Phyllis keeps it real

“Well, I have great respect for a fatwa. A fatwa is a very highly regarded message of religious importance… President Obama and I both are extremely welcoming and grateful for the fact that the supreme leader has issued a fatwa.”

- Secretary of State, United States of America, 2014

“The attempt made in recent decades by secularist thinkers to disengage the moral principles of western civilization from their scripturally based religious context, in the assurance that they could live a life of their own as ‘humanistic’ ethics, has resulted in our ‘cut flower culture.’ Cut flowers retain their original beauty and fragrance, but only so long as they retain the vitality that they have drawn from their now-severed roots; after that is exhausted, they wither and die. So with freedom, brotherhood, justice, and personal dignity — the values that form the moral foundation of our civilization. Without the life-giving power of the faith out of which they have sprung, they possess neither meaning nor vitality.”

- Richard Weaver

Seems like there's only one Scottish kid in attendance! See if you can spot the one kid that doesn't mind the most gentle, soothing sound ever to come out of a musical instrument. Via Arbroath and reddit.

If I may continue my theme for another day, have a gander at this thing. It’s called the Mold Gold Cape (it was found in a place called Mold in Wales in 1833).

It’s an extraordinary thing. It’s sort of a shoulder cape hammered from a single piece of gold (the raw gold must have been about the size of a ping pong ball), then decorated all over with repoussé. They reckon it’s nearly 4,000 years old.

Four thousand years. That is a stunning level of craftsmanship for the time. Moreover, though there was mining in the area, there were no big cities nearby, no great dynasties that they know. Just this amazing thing buried on a hill in the middle of sweet fuck all.

It was dug up with a skeleton by workmen. This being 1833, they divvied up the gold (the cape was already broken in bits by time and earth) and scattered anything else they found. Fortunately, the British Museum got wind of it through a local and managed to buy back most of the pieces right away, though there are still a few fragments missing, and almost none of the other grave good survived.

I learned about this from a popular BBC Radio Series called a History of the World in 100 objects. It’s one hundred fifteen-minute podcasts about interesting and important objects in the British Museum, arranged in chronological order, chosen and narrated by the chief curator. I’m pretty sure if you hit the link, you guys are allowed to download and listen to this one. Great history in handy bite-sized chunks (if a little lefty in parts). Mucho recommendo.

The Mold Gold Cape is episode 19, and here’s how it starts:

For the local workmen, it must have seemed as if the old Welsh legends were true. They’d been sent to quarry stone in a field known as Bryn-yr-Ellyllon, which translates as the Fairies’ or the Goblins’ Hill. Sightings of a ghostly boy, clad in gold, a glittering apparition in the moonlight, had been reported frequently enough for travellers to avoid the hill after dark. As the workmen dug into a large mound, they uncovered a stone-lined grave. In it were hundreds of amber beads, several bronze fragments, and the remains of a skeleton. And wrapped around the skeleton was a mysterious crushed object – a large and finely decorated broken sheet of pure gold.

The fuck, BBC? We’re just going to walk on by that, really? See, this is where Brits can be entirely too blasé.

Three possibilities. One – it isn’t true; there weren’t any such sightings (but it’s hard to get a more rigorous source than the British Effing Museum). Two – hells yes, a ghost haunted this treasure for forty centuries (I’m not of a mystical bent, but what the hell – humility is the essence of science). Three – distant memories of a grand and famous burial persisted in local legend for four thousand years.

Holy cats.

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Leonard Nimoy

“Don’t talk to yourself in such a way that if you did so to a friend, it would end your friendship.

If you had a friend dealing with the same things, you wouldn’t berate that person, say, ‘You’re not working hard enough,’ ‘You suck,’ or ‘You’re not as good as [whomever].’ You’d offer your friend encouragement, you’d try to point out all the things your friend did right, and how much progress your friend had made.

You should do no less for yourself. Be very careful how you talk to yourself. Because you are listening.”

- Pat Cadigan (via mrsfscottfitzgerald)

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i-only-know-fandoms:

dfw-cub:

IN THE NAME OF SCIENCE!!

What if you rigged this on your porch so you press a button and the glass pours so when kids are at your door you press the button and this happens and you put red dye in it so it looks like blood 

Woah, easy there Satan.

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Reader Erika C. emailed us about this ep a few weeks ago and RIGHTLY SO because a bunch of it takes place on a REN FAIRE PLANET. Let’s dive right in. 

The episode actually starts with some great wigs, and some great women attached to those wigs:

Hmm? Yes, it did hurt when I fell from Heaven, actually, do you have an ice pack

Troi’s hairstyle is called an “Inverse Picard”

Crusher and Troi are chatting about Troi’s plans to take the bridge officer test. It’s a nice, Bechdel-test-passing scene. With wigs that would make RuPaul proud.

But on to the real meat and potatoes of this episode: REN FAIRE PLAAANET. 

What had happened was, Data was going to recover some radioactive material on a planet with a preindustrial society. He has an accident, develops amnesia, and wanders into their town, which is NOT supposed to happen.

Whuuuuut

The people that find him are dressed like this:

Pleats pleats me

Here’s Gia and her dad, Titian. JK. His name is Garvin. They’re both vaguely Italian Renaissance-ish, with a touch of Movie Theater Upholstery in each of their garments:

Purple and pink swirls, very popular with the AMC theater chain

Maroon Galaxy, normally found on the curtains at a Regal cinema

Garvin, played by Not Hank Azaria, is also sporting a delightful chapeau that looks like a modified sailor’s hat with a weird Scottish dreamcatcher. 

Let’s just open this on up

Labeling something “radioactive” isn’t super helpful when NOT EVERYONE READS ENGLISH. Garvin decides to check out what’s in this box.

Hmmm…feels…dangerous

This can’t be good. But I wanted you guys to see his cuff ruff, or “cruff.” Fun fact: the term “scruff” originally meant a “short cuff ruff.” 

Meanwhile, back on the Enterprise, Riker is playing his bone.

Heh heh, “bone”

He is wearing his Prince’s Mattress shirt and playing the trombone at Troi instead of talking. I love Riker as much as the next girl, but I assume he would be a NIGHTMARE to actually date. 

Dat Beard tho

Worth it. This is such a cute top.

Let’s check in with the RenFaires:

Boy are you a hotel bedspread because I’d like to throw you on the floor

Garvin’s rich crimson really coordinates with his “I’m an alien, no for real” forehead decor. My favorite aliens on any Star Trek (and this is the vast majority of them) are just “Regular People But With One Weird Face Thing.” 

Garvin has the town doctor come check Data out, with her ADVANCED SCIENCE.

My science tells me that you have, um, pale skin

The doctor declares that he must be an ICE MAN because that is the most scientifically sound theory. There’s a lot of examples of “LOL these people are pre-industrial and still believe fire is an element” type shit in this ep, which I don’t care for, but it’s PRETTY funny to hear her declare Data an ice man.

That’s-a spicy meatball

Dr. Bouffant is wearing a gunmetal grey dress trimmed in brown, which is maybe the worst color combo on this or any planet. However, I’m rather enjoying the Italian Renaissance silhouette with that high waistline (though she isn’t wearing a corset).

Mr. Treeger!

Garvin takes Data (who they are calling Jaden, which I am SURE is actually where Will and Jada got the idea) to the blacksmith to have the strange metal checked out. It’s Monica and Rachel and Joey and Chandler’s super! He is sporting a slightly more sinister Weird Face Thing and a sweet blacksmith’s apron.

Data: even when not in uniform, kind of looks like he’s in uniform

The real gems are the background players in this shot. That Adrian Pasdar-looking teen on the right is wearing some truly amazing meggings (men’s leggings), and the lady next to him has a Renaissance Rosie the Riveter look going on with that kerchief.

What happens next is that an ANVIL falls on this guy’s leg.

Please remove the anvil from my leg thx

First of all, that had to suuuuuuuuck. Second of all, this guy’s belt is too big. I didn’t think it was possible - I love a wide belt - but it is. This is no longer a belt, sir. This is a man-corset. He is wearing a lovely boiled wool jacket in “rusty dirt.” 

Data picks up the anvil and saves the guy, which is easily explained by the fact that he is an ICE MAN.

Next, Data blows all the kids’ minds by telling them that fire is not an element.

Hands up if you had that candle in the 90s. I got mine at a store where I also got an oversized sweatshirt with wolves on it

That possible Culkin sitting next to Gia is NOT having a good time in class. 

This little girl was inspired by Fire Mario

This hairstyle might look like nothing special from the front…

MORE RIBBONS

…but from the back it is A PARTY ON YOUR HEAD.

This look means “Everything I know is a lie” or “Oh man I could eat SO many nachos rn”

I just really love her hair. And her snood!!!

So finally the fact that the people in the town are handling radioactive material catches up with them and get super sick, but no one knows what’s wrong, since Data has no memory and the doctor thinks that Garvin has “hot blood.” 

Check it and see

That velvet vest is pretty dope, as is that chartreuse throw behind him. Looks like they might have made that into a vest for the next episode.

Nice Guy™ Fedora

Mr. Treeger is sick of everyone being sick and he blames JadenData for it! Which, to be fair, is totally true, since he’s the one who brought the radioactivity. He PUNCHES Data and this happens:

WHAT AM I

This is alarming for everyone, and leads to Mr. Treeger putting on his nicest vest to try to kill JadenData:

This here’s my murderin’ outfit

This man in the red does NOT look like he wants to be part of this angry mob. “You guys, can’t we just all hang out and listen to Morrissey?”

Unfortunately for Mr. Treeger, stabbing an android with a metal spear is a terrible idea:

OWWWWW MY BODY

Sadly, this means that JadenData also ends up “dead” and the nice people on this planet BURY him. The Enterprise sends a search party down:

Okay now she literally does look like an angel

So, the wenches at this Ren Faire? Are they, like…can we like do stuff with them

Bev and Rikey look so great! Let’s check out some wider shots:

Renaissance scrunchie

I am really enjoying the neckline on this thing. It’s like a fancy sailor from the Emerald City. But I’m also 99% sure that is a scrunchie. Bev. No.

Can you make my shoulders as wide as Julia Roberts’ smile? What do you mean “that’s impossible” just make it happen

Riker, meanwhile, is looking great in a Crayola Bold Box melange, complete with dishtowel hood and a blue velvet catcher’s vest. 

Data is safely recovered and brought back to the Enterprise, where he remembers nothing. 

I guess androids CAN get hangovers

He makes a full recovery, but sadly his memories of the Ren Faire planet are lost forever. He did get to keep the clothes.

Special bonus:

While I was researching this (looking at Renaissance clothes), I found a picture of Van Eyck that reminded me of a picture of myself! Check it out.

officialprincewilliam:

when you’re taking a shit at your spanish friend’s 3rd birthday party and you have to check your email

I can’t find the link now but this morning I was reading another (allegedly) serious news article which predicted that, in this (allegedly) advanced civilization that is supposed to contain a certain number of rational adults, the two main contenders for the (allegedly) most important job on Planet Earth in 2016 will likely be Jeb Bush and Hillary Clinton. So either another Bush or another Clinton president.

That’s all. I’m just amazed we pretend to be a serious country anymore.

If those two are my choices on the ballot, I’m writing in Nachos Supreme With Extra Cheese.