one of my favorite things is that there is surprisingly little scientific literature about the common house cat, because it turns out cats are the least cooperative research animals on the planet. They don’t care what you want them to do. food? you know what, we’ve decided we’re not even hungry right now. what is this, a maze? we’re gonna sit right here and lick ourselves for the next forty-five minutes, what are you gonna do about it.
it’s like, “okay science, we’ve done about 4000 tests to determine the intelligence and emotional perspicacity of domestic dogs, let’s do cats next”
“well sir, we’ve conducted a full battery of all the standard tests”
“glad to hear it science, what did you learn”
“sir our findings indicate that cats are dicks”
Tag: so much Eddie echolalia
there was a disastrous performance of Macbeth at the Old Vic by Peter O’Toole and apparently there was this one part in the play one night where a Servant comes in and should say “Your wife, my lord, is dead” but what ACTUALLY happened was
Servant: …My wife, my lord, is dead.
Macbeth: Well, what about my wife?
Servant: Oh yeah. She’s dead too.
Macbeth:
Servant: There’s a lot of it about.
*reblogs just to poke Fira*
WRITE ABOUT PEPPER AND/OR RHODEY ON THE MOON WITH STEVE AND FORGET TONY ALTOGETHER :D?
That means leaving Tony on earth without Pepper, Rhodey, OR STEVE.
That’s like leaving a five year old alone in a house with a box of EZ-strike matches. Are you high.
Kimchi and Justice 