I Keep Hate-reading Plague Literature From The Medieval Era, But As Depressed As It Makes Me There Is

Y'all have,,, NO idea how much I want a pizza rn. It is taking all of my willpower to save my money and not order one this instant to celebrate getting stuff done today

Beethoven did eventually get his picture on a bubblegum card, admittedly 44 years after Lucy said he didn't.

For anyone that may not get the reference in the ask. I had to stop and laugh for a moment after reading the first sentence and I will be screenshotting this and sending this to my mother soon, but without the tumblr bits.

Part 2

Clark, Lois, and Jimmy found themselves atop the roof of a generic skyscraper (very illegally) twenty minutes later. A man was there, and he looked nervous- not just about the height.

He jumped as the three reporters clambered over the top of the highest window and onto the roof.

"Why did we have to meet here?" Jimmy asked. "It seems... overly dangerous."

"Had to... had to find a covert location. Luthor has eyes all over the city. This place... it's an old tradition, ever since it was built. No cameras up here, ever. And clearly there aren't any people. Ronald Hart, by the way." The small, mostly bald man chuckled nervously. He looked a bit stressed. You probably can't imagine why.

Clark stayed clear of the edge. He might be able to fly, but he wasn't keen on his friends and Mr. Hart knowing that.

"Mr. Hart, you told us you had concrete proof of corruption at Lexcorp?" Lois asked.

"Yes, that's right." he said, as if he had forgotten for a moment what he was doing on top of an eleven- story skyscraper. He shakily removed a small file folder from the back of his coat. "It's all in here. In you hand now. I need to go."

Even Lois didn't try to pry. They helped him back into the top floor, and all took separate elevators down, except Clark and Lois, since there were only three elevators.

Clark, after tripping and grabbing the elevator handrail for support, cleared his throat awkwardly.

"So... Lois. Any... particular plans this weekend?"

"Not sure." she answered." Depends on what it takes to get the dirt." she pulled out the folder and opened it curiously. As soon as she saw what was inside, she gasped. Quickly, she passed it over to her fellow reporter to show him the shocking news. As soon as they arrived at the first floor, they ran to show Jimmy.

"But..." he said. "This makes no sense. I saw that guy on TV just last week."

"I guess... I guess it wasn't her" Clark answered. They were all much more subdued as they rode the bus back to the Daily Planet.

To be continued.

One last talent show to save the rec center

Ok everybody here's the deal.

My science education nonprofit, Skype a Scientist (you might know her, creator of the squid facts hotline and matcher of classrooms + scientists) has secured absolutely no grants to support general operations for 2025. But! We're selling advent calendars to fund our program! They absolutely rule. They can save our nonprofit asses. If we sell 5000, which I realize, is so many, we can fund our program for 2025. Then I can offer a bunch of programming for free. Running a nonprofit is a weird job.

Every day, counting down to frankly whatever you want (it's usually Christmas, but man, maybe you want to count down to Halloween, that's fine by me) scratch off the sparkly sparkly iridescence and reveal a fact about frogs! We have 24 top-notch frog facts here.

You should get one for every kid in your life, then get one for all the adults who still let themselves access joy in critters.

Get 'em here: https://squidfacts.bigcartel.com/

A typical thug conversation in Gotham…

It's like a foot tall and I think the time in coast city helped it. Also being there has made the novelty of real living trees wear off for me.

EL ARBOL! IT HAS SPROUTED! IT'S GREEN LIKE POISON IVY!

Wait ISS person are your for real or are you joking

Same for antarctica

All is right with the world

People are forgetting to get gifts. I keep forgetting it's Christmas. I dreamed that it snowed and all was right with the world. Where is my winter weather? Are my brand new snowboots for nothing at all? Do the sno-brums that are perpetually in my parents' cars and at every store mean nothing? Why can I see grass? Are the sleds waiting so patiently in the basement just meaningless hunks of plastic?

Where is MY December??? 😭

I am going to [remembers that jokes about suicide are detrimental to myself and others] Scarborough Fair.