IT EVEN FOILS
i just checked ALL of these on my calculator and they are all correct
all. fucking. correct.
DAYUM, SON! IF ONLY THIS WAS AVIALABLE WHEN I WAS ON SCHOOL >:(
HAH! You kids. When I was in school, it wouldn’t help because we still used Roman numerals back then!
oh my god
i’ll just be over here shutting the fuck up right about now
alright kids let me present to you
this website fucks Google’s little calculator right in the ass. wanna know why?
3D graphical plots
solutions to polynomials
not only that, ask it an obscure as fuck question
and it will deliver
monty python references
this website does it all.
Ok but seriously I have watched this video three times in a row and I’m still fucking mesmerized like shit this dance these dancers this kid omfg
if you don’t even understand the language of a song but the message of the song comes across loud and clear through just the dance and the choreography and the presentation…it’s fucking flawless
I have been listening to this song off and on for a few days now and it grows in it’s profoundness each time.
oh Im glad to see this on my dash again I never reblogged it before but its a great song
First Look at Miyazaki’s New Manga
The 72-year-old legend, Hayao Miyazaki, has said to retire after his latest film, The Wind Rises, releases. Well, The Wind Rises was released in June of Japan and will release early next year in the United States, but it seems like Miyazaki is enjoying his “retirement,” by working on something new: a manga based off of samurai in the Warring States era of Japan. No word on this manga releasing soon, but it’s a promising bit of info for those wanting more from Miyazaki, post-directing!
I could honestly watch the above two GIFs for hours and just smile… The difference in utter destruction is so beautiful.
tHE VIDEO HAS BEEN POSTED ON YOUTUBE
The cukoo clock sounds, waking him with a start. He fears - no, knows - that it will not chirp for him again. He rises from his bed, and with a languorous stretch, puts on his favorite record, filling the small room with music as he chooses a book from his shelves.
Maybe I can ignore it a little longer. Maybe it will wait. Just another morning. One more.
The Count of Monte Blackrock was a story he’d been recommended, and he had thoroughly enjoyed it so far, but as of yet he had not found time to finish it.
Let me read it today. Let me find out how it ends. One more.
Then a knocking on the door; the music suddenly ends. A messenger, but he knows what he is here for. He gathers his armour, piece by piece, affixing it, before his gaze wanders from the mirror to his wall.
He has not told anyone of the memories he keeps on this wall. Of happier times. Of friends. Of comrades in arms. Of Greatmother Geyah, of Garadar, and all the simpler times since.
When did it go wrong? Why must it come to this? Please, someone, one more day.
Not for him though. Time to face the facts of the matter.
The door creaks shut like the passing of ages, like the closing of the chapter of this life. Which it is.
Outside, they wait for him. Give them what they want. Play it through. He raises his axe, and screams the defiance he knows they need.
They blast him out of his boots.
Oh, Geyah, I’m coming home.