blood-and-vitriol:

jewess-ex-machina:

hobolunchbox:

Hungry, hungry…

Behold now behemoth, which I made with thee; he eateth grass as an ox.
Lo now, his strength is in his loins, and his force is in the navel of his belly.
He moveth his tail like a cedar: the sinews of his stones are wrapped together.
His bones are as strong pieces of brass; his bones are like bars of iron.
He is the chief of the ways of God: he that made him can make his sword to approach unto him.
Surely the mountains bring him forth food, where all the beasts of the field play.
He lieth under the shady trees, in the covert of the reed, and fens.
The shady trees cover him with their shadow; the willows of the brook compass him about.
Behold, he drinketh up a river, and hasteth not: he trusteth that he can draw up Jordan into his mouth.
He taketh it with his eyes: his nose pierceth through snares.

Also he eateth cocktail sandwiches sometimes.

Hast thou trimm’d off the crusts? For behemoth preferreth that.

blood-and-vitriol:

jewess-ex-machina:

hobolunchbox:

Hungry, hungry…

Behold now behemoth, which I made with thee; he eateth grass as an ox.

Lo now, his strength is in his loins, and his force is in the navel of his belly.

He moveth his tail like a cedar: the sinews of his stones are wrapped together.

His bones are as strong pieces of brass; his bones are like bars of iron.

He is the chief of the ways of God: he that made him can make his sword to approach unto him.

Surely the mountains bring him forth food, where all the beasts of the field play.

He lieth under the shady trees, in the covert of the reed, and fens.

The shady trees cover him with their shadow; the willows of the brook compass him about.

Behold, he drinketh up a river, and hasteth not: he trusteth that he can draw up Jordan into his mouth.

He taketh it with his eyes: his nose pierceth through snares.

Also he eateth cocktail sandwiches sometimes.

Hast thou trimm’d off the crusts? For behemoth preferreth that.

hobolunchbox:

Hungry, hungry…

Behold now behemoth, which I made with thee; he eateth grass as an ox.
Lo now, his strength is in his loins, and his force is in the navel of his belly.
He moveth his tail like a cedar: the sinews of his stones are wrapped together.
His bones are as strong pieces of brass; his bones are like bars of iron.
He is the chief of the ways of God: he that made him can make his sword to approach unto him.
Surely the mountains bring him forth food, where all the beasts of the field play.
He lieth under the shady trees, in the covert of the reed, and fens.
The shady trees cover him with their shadow; the willows of the brook compass him about.
Behold, he drinketh up a river, and hasteth not: he trusteth that he can draw up Jordan into his mouth.
He taketh it with his eyes: his nose pierceth through snares.

hobolunchbox:

Hungry, hungry…

Behold now behemoth, which I made with thee; he eateth grass as an ox.

Lo now, his strength is in his loins, and his force is in the navel of his belly.

He moveth his tail like a cedar: the sinews of his stones are wrapped together.

His bones are as strong pieces of brass; his bones are like bars of iron.

He is the chief of the ways of God: he that made him can make his sword to approach unto him.

Surely the mountains bring him forth food, where all the beasts of the field play.

He lieth under the shady trees, in the covert of the reed, and fens.

The shady trees cover him with their shadow; the willows of the brook compass him about.

Behold, he drinketh up a river, and hasteth not: he trusteth that he can draw up Jordan into his mouth.

He taketh it with his eyes: his nose pierceth through snares.

Seattle's first disco was named Shelly's Leg, after the limb that funded it.

mercuryjones:

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Opened in December 1973, Shelly’s Leg was the first disco—straight or gay—in Seattle.

Shelly Bauman, 3 years earlier, was part of the city’s first Bastille Day, riding on a float with an antique cannon intended to shoot confetti over the crowd.

Over the course of the parade, however,…

This has the potential to be a very long book. (Anyone remember the story of Dinah?) But it’s Jephthah’s daughter I’m most interested in—and the way scholars bend over backward to try to make her story OK. Her story is not OK!
http://www.smallpeculiar.com/?p=1766

This has the potential to be a very long book. (Anyone remember the story of Dinah?) But it’s Jephthah’s daughter I’m most interested in—and the way scholars bend over backward to try to make her story OK. Her story is not OK!

http://www.smallpeculiar.com/?p=1766

dan-t-robot:

I accuse my parents

For a pittance, Jonah can live on in your home as a handsomely illustrated book! Click here!
http://www.smallpeculiar.com/?p=1764

For a pittance, Jonah can live on in your home as a handsomely illustrated book! Click here!

http://www.smallpeculiar.com/?p=1764

secretcinema1:

Groucho Marx, 1972, Richard Avedon

secretcinema1:

Groucho Marx, 1972, Richard Avedon

flowergirlrobichiko:

thecatsmustbecrazy:

special delivery

BRING ME SCHRÖDINGER’S HEAD

flowergirlrobichiko:

thecatsmustbecrazy:

special delivery

BRING ME SCHRÖDINGER’S HEAD

supaslim:

Guys, let me tell you about orcas.
Orca whales are mean motherfuckers. They cruise the oceans with only two things in mind: one, having sex, and two, eating every poor fuck they find out there that’s smaller than them. They are such badass motherfuckers that even great white motherfucking sharks don’t dare fuck with them, which in my books, places them above the sperm whale as Biggest Badass of the Ocean. And why don’t sharks bother them, you may wonder? Because orcas fucking learned that if you flip a shark over they go into a sort of coma, so now they do it intentionally so they can eat the motherfucking sharks. Not only that, but orcas have also learned how to hunt sperm whales and motherfucking sea birds.
The orca whale lives in a matriarchal pod. Every pod has unique hunting methods and whatnot, which is passed down from parent to offspring- these scary fuckers have formed civilizations. And what do they do for fun, apart from hopping around on the water’s surface and grinning like crazy mofos? They hunt for fun, going so far as to tip over ice floes and beach themselves just for the thrill of killing.
Now, I know what you’re thinking. Orca whales are too damn cute and smiley looking to be heartless predators of the sea. Well, let me counter-argue with this photo:

THOSE ARE NOT THE TEETH OF A CREATURE THAT WANTS TO BE YOUR FRIEND.

This illustrates a couple of the reasons I had a killer whale swallow Jonah. They beach themselves intentionally to catch seals (as pictured here), penguins, and deer, so beaching itself to “[vomit] out Jonah upon the dry land” would be no problem for this great fish. Also, they sometimes swallow their food without bothering to chew; most whales would have difficulty choking down a whole unchewed prophet, but not Orcinus orca! But best of all, even in ancient times these guys were considered harbingers of death—their scientific name means “whale of the kingdom of the dead,” and the kingdom of the dead, sheol, is exactly where Jonah says he is in chapter two. As a bonus, because they’re dolphins, they appear always to be smiling, so that great fish is just pleased as punch to do God’s bidding and swallow a Hebrew!
Have I mentioned that you can buy my book of Jonah here?

supaslim:

Guys, let me tell you about orcas.

Orca whales are mean motherfuckers. They cruise the oceans with only two things in mind: one, having sex, and two, eating every poor fuck they find out there that’s smaller than them. They are such badass motherfuckers that even great white motherfucking sharks don’t dare fuck with them, which in my books, places them above the sperm whale as Biggest Badass of the Ocean. And why don’t sharks bother them, you may wonder? Because orcas fucking learned that if you flip a shark over they go into a sort of coma, so now they do it intentionally so they can eat the motherfucking sharks. Not only that, but orcas have also learned how to hunt sperm whales and motherfucking sea birds.

The orca whale lives in a matriarchal pod. Every pod has unique hunting methods and whatnot, which is passed down from parent to offspring- these scary fuckers have formed civilizations. And what do they do for fun, apart from hopping around on the water’s surface and grinning like crazy mofos? They hunt for fun, going so far as to tip over ice floes and beach themselves just for the thrill of killing.

Now, I know what you’re thinking. Orca whales are too damn cute and smiley looking to be heartless predators of the sea. Well, let me counter-argue with this photo:

image

THOSE ARE NOT THE TEETH OF A CREATURE THAT WANTS TO BE YOUR FRIEND.

This illustrates a couple of the reasons I had a killer whale swallow Jonah. They beach themselves intentionally to catch seals (as pictured here), penguins, and deer, so beaching itself to “[vomit] out Jonah upon the dry land” would be no problem for this great fish. Also, they sometimes swallow their food without bothering to chew; most whales would have difficulty choking down a whole unchewed prophet, but not Orcinus orca! But best of all, even in ancient times these guys were considered harbingers of death—their scientific name means “whale of the kingdom of the dead,” and the kingdom of the dead, sheol, is exactly where Jonah says he is in chapter two. As a bonus, because they’re dolphins, they appear always to be smiling, so that great fish is just pleased as punch to do God’s bidding and swallow a Hebrew!

Have I mentioned that you can buy my book of Jonah here?