All These Excellent Books Come From Some Random Penguins House?

Sometimes I think about how hard I want an Over the Garden Wall style adaptation of LOTR. My soul craves it. I want it desperately. Think about it. Animation. Music. Comfort. Despair. Elijah Wood. Do I need to elaborate.

My wife and I have a little game we play called "Speaking From Ignorance."

To play Speaking From Ignorance, all you need is a phone with a voice recorder, and another person who knows considerably more or considerably less about a topic than you do. The topic can be anything: from "how to bake a quiche" to "what happens in the Peter Jackson Hobbit movies" to "who is Florence Pugh" to "how does the traveling salesman problem work." All that matters is that one of you has a firm grasp on the material, and one of you absolutely the fuck does not.

Then the person who knows about the topic turns on the recorder, and says to the person who knows barely anything: "Hey - tell me everything you think you know about [X]."

The speaker is then not allowed to ask any questions. Nor is the expert allowed to volunteer any information. The expert is allowed to pipe up with a faintly incredulous "Oh--really? Do you--do you think so?" from time to time, but for the most part, the expert's job is just to sit there and make encouraging sounds while the speaker digs their own grave.

This is never not funny.

The reason you record it is because, very often, the first thing the speaker wants to do after finishing the recording is find out how you actually make a quiche, or whatever. Then you both get to go back and listen to how wrong they were.

We have a small library now of Speaking From Ignorance recordings, and I'm going to be listening to them until I'm eighty.

Hey guys!!!! It's fall!!!! You know what that means!!!!??

*violently hyperfixates on Over the Garden Wall*

I drew Sam and Frodo :)

If no one let's me 0ull this prank then I am not going to my funeral

years down the line at my funeral my future life partner gives a beautiful heartfelt speech but they end it with "i know her spirit lives among us" and the lid flies off my coffin like a cork off a champagne bottle

SO SOME ASSHOLE GOT HOLD OF MY PHONE AND CHANGE ALL MY CONTACT NAMES, ICONS AND RINGTONES TO THIS FUCKING THING

SO NOW WHENEVER I GET A CALL MY PHONE THINKS IT’S BEING ALL CUTE LIKE “it is a mystery >O>” FUCK YOU MAN

Happy pride month to the tiny cowboy and tiny Trojan man from Night at the Museum

This is my last brain cell in a nutshell

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