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The Strange Cuneiform Tablet of Kishar Zigan VII

This curious slab comes from around 4150 B.C.E., and belonged to Kishar Zigan VII, who was at the time of its writing believed to have been living with his parents, Kishar Zigan VI and Gilnind Hashur-Zigan.

Addressed to Zigan VII, the translation reads:

“Greetings, this is a tablet from Bauninsheg Shimsusa III writing in regards to your chariot’s extended warranty. The warranty is up for renewal. I’d like to congratulate you on your thousand shekel instant rebate and free maintenance and horse change package for being a loyal customer. Write me back at 14 Shenki-Nuesh street, Dilbat, Sumer, for details. May Enlil bless your travels.”

A strange and primordial culture indeed.

Johan Hegg - Amon Amarth

born 29.04.1973

Several species of owl lack the distinctive "who" call. Some ask "what," or even "why." These owls are considered pretentious by other birds.

What if I formatted my resume like one of those porn bot bios?

The Monkees take over the Supreme Court. 

Sabaton @ Frankfurt / Jahrhunderthalle 31.01.2017

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Facts about word contractions? Where did such a thing come from? Who decided "cannot" can be "can't"?

Nobody knows who made the decision, but it is notable that many contractions once used are not used anymore. These include:

H’ere (Hi There)

Th’eat (That’s neat)

Se’sons (See Simpsons?)

Li’n’ation (License and Registration)

Wa’mr’ne (Want more wine?)

Why’bl’m’s (Why did you reblog my nudes?)

M’ven’tis’k (My venereal disease tests are back)

Spr’g’giddr’b’Sco’tr (Spielberg is a good director but Scorsese better understands the issues that effect modern cinema’s portrayals of crime and redemption)

H’dar’m’fr’c’ttal’tya’gn’be’vis‘slp’n’aa’vi’pl’s’rem’ish’d’sl (Hello darkness my old friend I’ve come to talk with you again because a vision softly creeping left its seeds while I was sleeping and the vision that was planted in my brain still remains within the sound of silence in restless dreams I walked alone narrow streets of cobblestone beneath the halo of a street lamp I turned my collar to the cold and damp when my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light that split the night and touched the sound of silence and in the naked light I saw ten thousand people, maybe more people talking without speaking people hearing without listening people writing songs that voices never share and no one dared disturb the sound of silence fools said I you do not know silence like a cancer grows hear my words that I might teach you take my arms that I might reach you but my words like silent raindrops fell and echoed in the wells of silence and the people bowed and prayed to the neon god they made and the sign flashed out its warning in the words that it was forming and the sign said the words of the prophets are written on the subway walls and tenement halls and whispered in the sounds of silence)