I need Tumblr back for things like this. Random media sharrin. A couple more months yar.

I also need to smile smile smile! At least Devendra Banhart was once a senior high (to use the American) loser too:



Ooh look we both have awkwardly short hair, stupid knitwear and an interest in curious quotes. The girl on his right has an unattributed Wilde quote under her picture. The boy on his left has rosy cheeks bordering on fatal-fever territory. I have a tummy ache and school-centred anxiety. Oh I wish I had a suntan, I wish I had a pizza and a bottle of wine!

"Well, I think the way you feel as a teenager stays with you, forever. I really believe that. And we try to change and we hope that we change, but we don't really in big ways, in serious ways. I think the personality is formed at that time, for the good and for the bad. ... We all want to grow up and move on and appear to be different to people. And we want people to see us in a different way. But, I don't know, I think the personality is very, very strongly cemented, and we just bear whatever shortcomings we have and learn to live with it."

- Whatever shall we do with you Morrissey?

No, this.

I'm going to overcome uncoordination in a few weeks and just do what they're doing. Like everywhere. Swish, swish...

© 1971, Mary Sue Ader-Andersen

This.

Guys today is the 90th anniversary of the Battle of Amiens!

So it was like, "the black day of the German Army" --> Hundred Days Offensive --> Armistice!! More or less. Woohoo?

Let us celebrate with a whimsical drawing from this guy who I'm digging like a fertile art garden lately:

Ah, but General Erich Friedrich Wilhelm Ludendorff is not amused!





Sorry General Erich Friedrich Wilhelm Ludendorff... Also, Monash has a freaking throne. What a neat guy. This is seriously the pinnacle of my weekend.

The amusements of my outrageously long day:

1. Instead of the terrible cartoon I drew in society today trying to explain the shining brilliance of this picture, behold the glorious glorious original:


2. In confirmation that I am just a fan of Prussia, as people keep questioning my pseudo-nationalism: (Like all day today. Like, three times. Question it not ye impure of blood!) So Frederick the Great, the king of Prussia, was no fan of coffee. In 1777, he declared: "It is disgusting to notice the increase in the quantity of coffee used by my subjects… Everybody is using coffee. If possible, this must be prevented. My people must drink beer."

"He himself had been brought up on the old beer soup and reasoned that if beer soup was good enough for the monarch, it was good enough for his subjects." (The world of caffeine by Bennett Alan Weinberg, Bonnie K. Bealer)

We Prussians have come a long way since then, and indeed submerged ourselves in the world of caffeine thanks to many sleepless nights spent doing modern history homework and planning a socialist revolution. First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin!

“A revolution is not a dinner party, or writing an essay, or painting a picture,
or doing embroidery; it cannot be so refined, so leisurely and gentle, so
temperate, kind, courteous, restrained and magnanimous. A revolution is an
insurrection, an act of violence by which one class overthrows another.”

Mao surely has some Prussian blood in him yet (although he needs some more exclamation marks in there. Just imagine the exclamation marks kay! There, that was one. You can shuffle it around for greater effect if you want.) We will nationalise healthcare and heiresses, and the only class will be modern history class. Get it my friends? That was a pun! Dyslexic on fire...

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Let's build a little house that we could live in, or a ridiculous apartment to be featured in The Selby, and cut each other's hair.