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cavalaxis:

Jim Phillips, 59, has been hunting shed antlers Montana public lands for the past 50 years. This Three Forks native’s phenomenal shed antler collection comprises some 14,500 sheds displayed from floor to ceiling—inside a 30 x 64-foot building he constructed specifically for its display. And, yes, he personally found every one.

Uh. Yes.

(Though I must object to the use of the word ‘shed’, since these are, you know, actually the top of a deer’s head - in some cases all of the head, from what I can see - and that’s not generally what that word means.)

Imagine one of the lights in the back FZZT’ing out. Shit.

Tentatively back. Have some birds. Also available as a print and pattern for stuff.
Also… a look into my brain— because of madamjuggernaut, whenever I look up cockatiels, no matter HOW many times I do this and then correct myself, I always just end up putting ‘icarus’ into Google and pressing enter before I realise what I’m doing. It’s been a while, and yet still. Still.
They’re all called that, right? Right.

Tentatively back. Have some birds. Also available as a print and pattern for stuff.

Also… a look into my brain— because of madamjuggernaut, whenever I look up cockatiels, no matter HOW many times I do this and then correct myself, I always just end up putting ‘icarus’ into Google and pressing enter before I realise what I’m doing. It’s been a while, and yet still. Still.

They’re all called that, right? Right.

formaldehydedoesstuff

formaldehydedoesstuff:

Got out of bed to wait for UPS to deliver a package that should be arriving between now and five hours from now — with a high fever and unable to breathe and with a lot of wobbliness in general that caused me to miss it the first three times. I rescheduled it for today. I’m not sure where it’s FROM but the only reason I’m still sitting here waiting for the doorbell to go off and shoving painkillers in my face is because it might be from one of you guys.

>8| THE THINGS I DO FOR YOU.

UPDATE: Nope. Wasn’t even for anyone actually living here. Naturally. Who’s surprised.

Got out of bed to wait for UPS to deliver a package that should be arriving between now and five hours from now — with a high fever and unable to breathe and with a lot of wobbliness in general that caused me to miss it the first three times. I rescheduled it for today. I’m not sure where it’s FROM but the only reason I’m still sitting here waiting for the doorbell to go off and shoving painkillers in my face is because it might be from one of you guys.

>8| THE THINGS I DO FOR YOU.

I’ve sent Peter Serafinowicz a tweet about needing to review Battlefield 4. Because the words ‘Butterfield Battlefield’ will not leave me.

I don’t know how many of you will understand what this has to do with the following gif, but it was the first thing that came to mind upon sending my first legit tweet in many months and having it be about… Butterfield Battlefield: