I'm On It.

I'm on it.

He was quite a lush-y

For twice-passed through slushy

And then he died of dysentery. The end.

This one, I couldn't make work. Can you?

There once was a jolly old sot,

Who drank from an old chamber pot.

Extinct lizard newly renamed after President Obama: Obamadon gracilis

“The lizard has these very tall, straight teeth and Obama has these tall, straight incisors and a great smile,” said Nick Longrich, a paleontologist at the school in New Haven, Connecticut…

Mr Longrich said he waited until after the recent US election to name the dinosaur. “It would look like we were kicking him when he’s down if he lost and we named this extinct lizard after him,” he said in an interview.

“Romneydon” was never under consideration…

In 2005, entomologists named three species of North American slime-mold beetles agathidium bushi, agathidium cheneyi and agathidium rumsfeldi in honor of the then-president, vice president and secretary of defense.

(source)

october-street:

I Spy…

I spy two budgies, a goldfinch, three pennies, a bat, a tarantula, five warblers, and the skull of a woodrat; two bacula, an eraser, a cardinal’s wing, a bobby pin, a bushtit, and some red and white string; four pistachios, a snipe tail, a magnifying glass, five tacks, a paperclip chain, a sea urchin, and a pencil that is black; a chipmunk, two hummingbird nests, two eggs that are blue, fifteen mammal skulls, two kinglets, and a murre egg too!

See more photos here: Slater Museum of Natural History - PSM

The Quick Brown Fox Jumps Over the Lazy Dog.

I feel like I’ve been preparing for this image all my life.

The internet is over, everyone can go home

The internet is over, everyone can go home

THE INTERNET IS OVER, EVERYONE CAN GO HOME

Fine; I get it. It's over. Let me just take my stuff and leave.

Alright, I've got just about everything. Can you throw the last few things together for me?

Pack My Box With Five Dozen Liquor Jugs.

For last year’s words belong to last year’s language And next year’s words await another voice.

T.S. Eliot, Four Quartets (via bookmania)