Ottawa Comic Con pictures are finished for another year, so please enjoy the following pictures from the TARDIS’s visit to Disney World in Florida!
Hello My Imaginary Friends,
We here at Books End have a serious collecting problem. Books, Movies, Disney Infinity, Statues, Lego, Books, Autographs, and Books.
Once you’ve accepted that you have a problem, you can start work on organizing and displaying. Our friends and family have often laughed at us when they see we’ve moved an entire room around. We do it in a hunt for efficiency, how to best fit everything in the room that we want and not look like hoarders.
What happens when we don’t have optimal organization? Nests! These are piles of things that have no home. It starts with a simple, “I’ll just leave this here for now until I find it’s place.” and ends in a massive pile of stuff. We ignore it until I finally crack and go on a cleaning binge.
Often when this happens we need to find new. cheap, and innovative ways of organizing. Make fun of us if you will, but IKEA is an amazing place to get organized for cheap.
It’s also a lot of fun to look around, play, and waste a few hours. Not a store to go to if you can’t handle browsing.
Nice chat, I have some books to go organize.
Are you fed up with winter? Can’t afford a trip to the Caribbean? Me too, and me neither!
Here’s a great option, and it’s only 20 minutes north of Quebec City!
Doesn’t that look beautiful?
Bora Park is a completely indoor water park, in 102K square feet of space.
Combine it with a stay in Quebec City, and make a weekend out of it!
If you are interested in booking a trip to Bora Park and Quebec City, you can contact me Jennifer Desmarais through AJ Travel. firstname.lastname@example.org
Dear Baby Dragon,
You turned six months old on Sunday and as I write this you’re playing on your mat making adorable sounds and rotating to the toy you want to chew on.
The past week or so has been tough; you caught your first cold and have been leaking from your nose. It’s gotten to the point where you start screaming when you see a tissue. You’re getting better now and I look forward to not hearing you be all phlegmy.
Crawling is about to happen any day. You get up on your hands and knees and rock back and forth. Sometimes you’ll army crawl. You also love to pretend that you’re skydiving.
Added to your screeching (Curse you DanIsNotOnFire) is growling, babbling, and a lot of giggles. Honestly, there is nothing better than hearing you laugh. It’s filled with such pure joy and love. I could listen to it all day.
One thing I really wish you’d stop doing is grabbing and pinching. I know you don’t understand that it hurts us and you’re just trying to keep your balance but it’s a real pain.
It’s been a wonderful six months with you and I wish I could spend more time but you’ll be eight and a half months when I have to go back to work. I’m doing everything I can to remember and appreciate this time together.
Well, I have a diaper to change.
Love you lots and lots my Little Dragon,
“You have besmirched my good name!” The man in a long purple lab coat bellowed as he took a step closer to the edge of the building.
“What name is that?” I asked, trying to sound calm. I had no idea who this person was or why he’d taken my date hostage.
Waving the weird contraption in my direction as he spoke he said, “Doctor Umberto Michael Berman! World’s premier interdimensional scientist.”
Laura squeaked as he pointed the device back at her head.
“Oh… Doctor D.U.M.B. You were running dangerous experiments on runaway teens. You smirched your own name.”
“Not helping, Verity…” growled Laura. Even held captive by a crazed scientist she still had time to glare at me. She looked good, even captured by a mad scientist. I should have asked her out earlier. Her long orange curly hair flew in the wind, and there was a lot of wind on the roof of an 80 storey building.
“Your article destroyed my credibility. You and that blasted Blue Victory!”
“Okay Doc… You’re really close to the edge of the building, you have my date hostage, what do you want?” I took a small step forward, trying to look harmless by spreading my arms out.
“I want you to pay for what you’ve done. I want you to suffer as I have suffered. I lost everything, my wife left me, my company disowned me, and I’m wanted by the police… I want you to suffer.”
“You realize that you’re holding my boss and editor hostage, right? She tortures me on a regular basis.”
“I’m not an idiot. I can tell this is a date. No one shows that much cleavage for a business meeting.” He gestured at me with the device again. Looking down at myself, I had to agree I’d never wear this to the office. Laura was my boss and editor and had I worn this to work she’d have given me a sweater.
“So you want to make me suffer. How can I make that happen without anyone getting thrown off the roof?” I took another step forward, if I could get close enough I could grab her and blame my speed on adrenaline.
I shouldn’t have mentioned the roof, he looked behind him, startled, and still holding Laura, fell backwards.
A quick spin helped me telepathically change into my Blue Victory costume and I ran and leapt off the building. I ran down the building for a little trying to spot the Doctor and Laura. They were both falling fast, as one does without the ability to fly.
As quickly as I could, I flew towards Laura and gently grabbed her by the waist. I did the same with the Doc and slowed our decent until we landed gently on the pavement.
The Doc’s eyes were wide with terror as he said, “Thank you Blue Victory. I thought I was going to die.”
In contrast, Laura’s eyes were equally as wide, but in surprise and recognition, “You’re…” she started and reached out, taking off my glasses. I had forgotten to take them off.
“Where did my Dimensional-Tunneller go?” The Doctor asked and I saw the device fall a few feet away from Laura. A beam of yellow energy shot out from it towards her and I rushed to push her out of the way. For the first time in my life I was too slow and we were both caught by the ray.
You may have heard about the Texas bill that will fine men $100 USD for masturbatory emissions.
But what exactly is sperm?
According to Merriam Webster, a sperm is a male* gamete, “a mature [cell …] usually possessing a haploid chromosome set and capable of initiating formation of a new diploid individual by fusion with a gamete of the opposite sex”.
But what people usually consider to be sperm (the entire ejaculate) is false. The ejaculate is semen; sperm only makes up about 2-5% of the fluid emitted. The rest of the semen is made up of energy (a sugar fluid) from the seminal vesicles that makes up ~65-70%, prostate secretions (enzymes, citric acid,, and acid phosphatase) that give semen its white colour make up ~25-30%, and a clear secretion from the bulbourethral glands helps with mobility after ejaculation only makes up less than 1%.
*male is used by the dictionary to identify the difference between a sperm (male) and an egg (female) gametes.
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Hello My Imaginary Friends,
My daughter feel asleep on my lap and I can’t reach my computer to finish the Word of the Day story I had planned for today. It’ll be on Thursdays post.
The first five people who can guess what classic Science Fiction story this outfit is inspired by will be featured in one of the next chapters of this year’s serial story.