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odditiesoflife:

The Eccentric Life and Illustration of Edward Gorey

From 1953 to 1960, he lived in New York City and worked for the Art Department of Doubleday Anchor, illustrating book covers and in some cases, adding illustrations to the text. He illustrated works as diverse as Dracula by Bram Stoker, The War of the Worlds by H.G. Wells, and Old Possum’s Book of Practical Cats by T.S. Eliot. In later years he produced cover illustrations and interior artwork for many children’s books by John Bellairs.

His first independent work, The Unstrung Harp, was published in 1953. He also published under pen names that were anagrams of his first and last names, such as Ogdred Weary, Dogear Wryde, Ms. Regera Dowdy, and dozens more.

The New York Times credits bookstore owner Andreas Brown and his store, the Gotham Book Mart with launching Gorey’s career: “it became the central clearing house for Mr. Gorey, presenting exhibitions of his work in the store’s gallery and eventually turning him into an international celebrity.”

Gorey’s illustrated (and sometimes wordless) books, with their vaguely ominous air and ostensibly Victorian and Edwardian settings, have long had a cult following. Gorey became particularly well-known through his animated introduction to the PBS series Mystery! in 1980, as well as his designs for the 1977 Broadway production of Dracula, for which he won a Tony Award for Best Costume Design. He also was nominated for Best Scenic Design. In the introduction of each episode of Mystery!, Vincent Price would welcome viewers to “Gorey Mansion”.

Although Gorey’s books were popular with children, he did not associate with children much and had no particular fondness for them. Gorey never married, professed to have little interest in romance, and never discussed any specific romantic relationships in interviews. In the book The Strange Case of Edward Gorey, published after Gorey’s death, his friend reported that when Gorey was pressed on the matter of his sexual orientation, he said that even he was not sure whether he was gay or straight. When asked what his sexual orientation was in an interview, he said,

“I’m neither one thing nor the other particularly. I am fortunate in that I am apparently reasonably undersexed or something … I’ve never said that I was gay and I’ve never said that I wasn’t … what I’m trying to say is that I am a person before I am anything else …”

Edward Gorey agreed in an interview that the “sexlessness” of his works was a product of his asexuality.

shingworks:

This is such a fucking lifesaver. Been having this issue for over a year now, despite driver updates and reinstalls and etc etc etc… when this trick worked I wanted to do one of those football victory slams with my keyboard I was so excited.

PS: I don’t use whatever program is in the screenshot; I only use Photoshop! Its a Wacom issue though so I expect this works with any program that randomly loses pressure sensitivity.

(Source: vanoty)

ambrister:

ignotae:

northstarfan:

betterbemeta:

This tea is awful. It’s fucking disgusting. Don’t believe that lazy shit idyllic pastoral landscape on the goddamn cardboard box. It’s a damn lie and if you drink this tea you’ll know the heart of minty darkness
Like OK I appreciate that it tries to prepare you for whats inside by a cute picture on the box. Fresh green mint leaves, and some candy cane sticks to get you in that shitty assfaced Christmas mood. Look it’s even tied with a repugnant little red bow. fuck this tea.
So if you open the box and immediately steep a cup prepare to get one of those cute lil candy canes up your FUCKING NOSE and in your FUCKING EYES because this shit doesn’t know personal space in the same way a demon from hell doesn’t know a loving God.
I hope you like drinking your throat lozenges because here’s a blistering stream an actual menthol golem would piss down your fucking throat while you gag on its candy-striped wiener. 
So you lock this shit in a box for 3 months while you recover from the worst toothpaste-flavored blowjob of your life and maybe get yourself together again. You recover. You move on. Things are looking pretty up and you think back, well maybe that godforsaken tea didn’t really taste like a peppermint Siberia. So you make a cup like the foolish piece of shit you are
and you’re right, but so wrong about the character and nature of your mistake you might as well star in Greek tragedy. You pathetic bag of bollocks.
because in the months its been locked in a top-shelf tomb the life and vehement mint-based hatred for the physical world has withered and desiccated out of its soulless teabag husks.
Now what you have got in your fucking unfortunate mug is a hot steaming cup of fuck you that tastes like the inside of the birch tree on the fucking box, or maybe Santa’s tears mixed with mummy dust, or midwinter leaf litter a vaguely minty dog only rolled in once.
The aftertaste stinks of wax. Why wax? Because it wants to remind you that you’re the kid who ate birthday candles in first grade, that’s why. And every single other bad decision you now regret.
fuck this tea. fuck it, it tastes like a hollow  mannequin of a tea, hot leaf swill unfit to fertilize even fake fucking flowers.Maybe you could tan leather in it. I don’t fucking know but get it away from me and the human race. Fucking shoot it at the moon where it belongs with all of the other celestial fucking seasonings. fuck

This rant can be applied to about 50% of Celestial Seasonings’ teas, btw.

I read this out loud to my roommate and at the fifth paragraph I had to take a breather because I was laughing too hard to talk

That was a wild ride

ambrister:

ignotae:

northstarfan:

betterbemeta:

This tea is awful. It’s fucking disgusting. Don’t believe that lazy shit idyllic pastoral landscape on the goddamn cardboard box. It’s a damn lie and if you drink this tea you’ll know the heart of minty darkness

Like OK I appreciate that it tries to prepare you for whats inside by a cute picture on the box. Fresh green mint leaves, and some candy cane sticks to get you in that shitty assfaced Christmas mood. Look it’s even tied with a repugnant little red bow. fuck this tea.

So if you open the box and immediately steep a cup prepare to get one of those cute lil candy canes up your FUCKING NOSE and in your FUCKING EYES because this shit doesn’t know personal space in the same way a demon from hell doesn’t know a loving God.

I hope you like drinking your throat lozenges because here’s a blistering stream an actual menthol golem would piss down your fucking throat while you gag on its candy-striped wiener. 

So you lock this shit in a box for 3 months while you recover from the worst toothpaste-flavored blowjob of your life and maybe get yourself together again. You recover. You move on. Things are looking pretty up and you think back, well maybe that godforsaken tea didn’t really taste like a peppermint Siberia. So you make a cup like the foolish piece of shit you are

and you’re right, but so wrong about the character and nature of your mistake you might as well star in Greek tragedy. You pathetic bag of bollocks.

because in the months its been locked in a top-shelf tomb the life and vehement mint-based hatred for the physical world has withered and desiccated out of its soulless teabag husks.

Now what you have got in your fucking unfortunate mug is a hot steaming cup of fuck you that tastes like the inside of the birch tree on the fucking box, or maybe Santa’s tears mixed with mummy dust, or midwinter leaf litter a vaguely minty dog only rolled in once.

The aftertaste stinks of wax. Why wax? Because it wants to remind you that you’re the kid who ate birthday candles in first grade, that’s why. And every single other bad decision you now regret.

fuck this tea. fuck it, it tastes like a hollow  mannequin of a tea, hot leaf swill unfit to fertilize even fake fucking flowers.Maybe you could tan leather in it. I don’t fucking know but get it away from me and the human race. Fucking shoot it at the moon where it belongs with all of the other celestial fucking seasonings. fuck

This rant can be applied to about 50% of Celestial Seasonings’ teas, btw.

I read this out loud to my roommate and at the fifth paragraph I had to take a breather because I was laughing too hard to talk

That was a wild ride

psst

I’m writing about shadow work in a pop-culture context over on the other blog if anyone is interested in that

or interested in my having a lot of feelings about late-90s anime

and self-care

and magic

home from work with a migraine today. :c hopefully I can read a book or something without getting dizzypainstabs. 

aquapunk asked
Hey I know I found you on tumblr via the cauldron, but I don't remember your username there... what was your beef with the forum if you don't mind me asking? (I left too; just curious.)

answersfromvanaheim:

rootandrock:

victoria-vacuus:

I will say a couple of things: They are very helpful when it comes to researching historical paganism. And they are suitably skeptical of new age tripe. Those are their good points.

But, anytime they come up against something they don’t know? For whatever reason, that’s when they all decide to put their crazy hats on and get out the pitchforks. Two incidents in particular caused me to leave:

1. A thread wherein a new user wanted to talk about hilariously bad books. He was Irish, and I guess nobody understood his sense of humor. (Also, the board has an unspoken policy against discussing “bad” sources in any capacity, even to criticize them.) He mentioned one bad book in particular, which was written by some fake Scottish guy who was also a white supremacist/anti-semite. Now, there was nothing in the book that was immediately obvious as being anti-semitic. (I mean there is, but it’s complicated to explain. Most people wouldn’t get it right away; there is a Jewish figure in Irish myth who settled the island, and the author tried to present him as something other than Jewish. That kind of obscure stuff.) But people just kept screaming at him that it was a racist book. He asked why. Nobody could tell him, because they didn’t actually know - all they knew was that this book had been blacklisted by someone at some point, so screaming was in order. Understandably confused, the newcomer said, “If this book is racist against anyone, it’s racist against me!” (Meaning that this author was clearly making stuff up to profit off of his culture. Which is true.) And somebody actually had the fucking gall to say, “I’ve never heard of racism against Irish people." AAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGH

2. A thread wherein a new user wanted to try conjuring djinn. Now, to be fair, this is probably not something an untutored Westerner should try out first thing. But that’s when the unspoken policy against conjuration/evocation magic became clear. I was the only one who didn’t think it was absolutely evil in every way. Each time I tried to argue otherwise - I know people who do it all the time, they’re not coercing anybody, pagans evoke spirits all the time but we just don’t call it that - people relentlessly jumped on me and kept moving the goalposts in their arguments. It went from, “How can you force some poor innocent creature to do your bidding!” to “Those creatures are dangerous and evil, making a completely equitable pact with one would surely bring about your DOOM” to “The grimoires were written by rich white men so it’s not very punk rock to use them okay?!” (The last one was particularly ignorant, considering that there’s a long and totally awesome history of African-Americans using grimoire magic for proletarian purposes.) It was completely stupid, and it made me so mad that I started getting stupid. And that was when I left. The screaming stupid was infecting me.

After I left, I heard from this poor darling girl - a fellow worshipper of Aengus, a love god - who had the whole forum tell her that Aengus was a crude, lustful, unromantic deity (why?? because “that’s how the ancient Celts were,” apparently?!) and that she was mistaken in all her experiences of him. I told her that they were full of bullshit and had absolutely no clue what they were talking about, and it pretty much confirmed my suspicions that their freaky hivemind was simply destructive to people in a lot of cases.

I always remember this one woman, who had been there for years…she would trawl the beginner forums and give them the business, but whenever someone asked her questions or challenged her in any way, she would complain that she wasn’t there to be anyone’s teacher. (WELL. MAYBE YOU SHOULDN’T BE SAYING SHIT IN THE BEGINNER FORUM, THEN.) My whole experience with them is what caused me to write this. I think it may have been too subtle.

Whew, that was cathartic. Thanks for asking! :P Feel free to share your own reasons for leaving, if you’re so inclined.

Ohjesus. The Cauldron.

Once, MANY MOONS AGO… They almost drove me entirely the fuck outta paganism, witchcraft, and magic with that shit.  Because clearly, those were not people I wanted to have ANYTHING to do with.

Most of the worst (from my time there) migrated over to another forum, where they kept up the rude clique. Only it got worse and worse and worse.

I haven’t been a member there for very long so I don’t know about the two incidents in question. I will say though that I’ve learned to keep out of the Asatru and Heathenry forum on TC, because it’s basically AsatruLore lite. I even started an Alternative Norse/Germanic paths group for people who felt alienated by that forum.

I still lurk there sometimes, but it just seems to be a very clique-ish atmosphere. If you’re not active in the mux chat (that I cannot wrap my brain around) or one of the old members from X webhost incarnations ago you get ignored in any discussion (I know I did!), and if you’re not a newbie needing to be squashed down corrected or an out and out troll, you’re invisible.

And it’s like…there are some people on there who seem genuinely good, like actually working in social justice, and at least one person on the board I’d count as a friend, but I have noticed a trend of…if there’s problematic stuff coming from someone in the In Crowd then it’s far less likely for it to be called out, it’s just a bunch of “what are you talking about what do you mean this is problematic? stop looking for excuses to be angry!” One of the longtime members is one of the Raven Radio guys and that alone makes me feel very unsafe there.  

shinykaito:

Okay but Never Gonna Give You Up (better known as Rickroll) is actually a really really horrible song for many reasons, which I will better explain under the cut. 

Brace yourselves, this is pretty long.

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Urgent security update

dytabytes:

heatherbat:

daveio:

herdivineshadow:

staff:

Bad news. A major vulnerability, known as “Heartbleed,” has been disclosed for the technology that powers encryption across the majority of the internet. That includes Tumblr.

We have no evidence of any breach and, like most networks, our team took immediate action to fix the issue.

But this still means that the little lock icon (HTTPS) we all trusted to keep our passwords, personal emails, and credit cards safe, was actually making all that private information accessible to anyone who knew about the exploit.

[ bad advice snipped ]

You’ll be hearing more in the news over the coming days. Take care.

But don’t change your password yet? 

That’s what daveio says on the twitters

Heartbleed is a very, very big deal, and it’s quite rightly scaring the crap out of people. The response here is more complicated than ‘change your passwords’, and that complication is very important.

Heartbleed dumps a portion of the server’s memory out to the attacker. This chunk of memory can contain sensitive information, including your password.

Here’s the kicker: the more recently a vulnerable server has processed your password, the more likely it is to appear in one of these chunks.

And more importantly, if you change your password, you are risking both your old and new passwords.

What do?

  • Go to filippo.io/Heartbleed. Type in the domain name of the site you want to check (for tumblr, you would enter tumblr.com) and press “Go!”
  • If and only if you get a message saying that the site is “not affected”, change your password on that site and any other sites that you use it on. In future, use unique passwords for each site.
  • If you get a message saying that the site is vulnerable, do not use that site. Keep checking every so often, and only use the site again when you get the “not affected” response.

Send me an ask if you need help or more information, I’ll do what I can.

::points:: listen to this man. this shit is his job AND his passion.

tumblr and gmail seem to be okay, but to all my dragon pals, flightrising.com appears to be vulnerable.

Okay so like. Here’s the thing Night Vale fans should be doing.

Stop pretending the Night Vale fandom has any potential of becoming a safe space, ever. Stop pretending it is one. Stop pretending it can ever be one. Stop pretending that pockets of safe spaces can exist in this all- scorching, all-burning hellhole. Don’t let folks of color let their guard down. Come up and front with the announcement this fandom is fucking OVERRUN with racists. It’s not only extremely difficult to make a safe space on the internet operate in any capacity on a platform like tumblr (where the community is tag-based and unmoderated), this false notion only serves for the whites present in the fandom to backpat themselves over some bizarre notion of creating an inclusive space. While other whites, usually in droves, dive right into said safe space and start shitting and pecking at all and sundry. Don’t let folks of color get their guard down. Come up and front and tell them this fandom is notorious for drumming out people of color, tell them this fandom is notorious for whitewashing characters of color, tell them this fandom has a history for sending people of color violent death threats and goading them into suicide for talking up about racism. Let them know exactly what kind of space they will be participating in because their emotional and psychological safety is worth so much more than your white-ass self-congratulatory “safe space” nonsense. Tell them blogs have been made to silence people of color, one of them named white-cecil-only. Tell the queer people of color that a blog called fucknocecilos exists, the mod of which uses racist slurs in addition. Come up and front and tell them they will be participating in a fandom that finds every wiggle room to whitewash, silence, dismiss, threaten death to and belittle people of color, and if they ask you how that’s even possible with a progressive canon such as Welcome to Night Vale remind them that it’s exactly like reading the comments on a progressive and popular article.

No, better yet, remind them that sometimes media is created that caters to and is inclusive of a particular audience or demographic and the very opposite decides to hijack the shit out of it for their own ends.

Like racists dicking all over WtNV. Or you know, bronies. They should be familiar with bronies.

This is what you should be doing, unless you’re too busy being complicit and enjoy the false sense of security and heightened sense of grandstanding this fandom offers you. Because tackling this situation is obviously going nowhere and the number of people being vocal about this rampant problem of racism is only growing smaller in numbers by the day. Either get your shit together and sort this nonsense out and COLLECT YOUR TRASH AT EVERY OPPORTUNITY POSSIBLE or don’t expect people of color to be placated with your half-assed liberal activist nonsense and don’t lead them into letting their guard down.

InternLeland, who received thirteen death threats in his inbox while at the ER and decided fuck this goatshit nonsense.

(a message sent to me by former tumblr user internleland. please feel free to reblog.)

(Source: cecilos)

Urgent security update

glegrumbles:

glegrumbles:

Important note. HTTPS has been compromised. That means what you use to access your bank account online, how you pay with your credit card, your passwords… anyone who knew about Heartbleed could snag things.

https://github.com/musalbas/heartbleed-masstest/blob/master/top1000.txt <- list of some major websites tested for vulnerability.

hyenafan asked
Jhonen, I just want to thank you for making Devi. I've been looking for a female character that I relate to since I was little. I always liked characters like Buttercup or Spinelli, but they never quite clicked with me. Devi is just perfect. She seems like a person rather than someone going "What do women like/do?" Anyone else would have had Tenna try to get Devi to go out by taking her shopping or something. You didn't. So thanks.

jhonenv:

Hey, thanks. Not sure she started out as such a great idea, though. Hell, initially the gag was that she was going to be this character, kind of like Squee, who was just a focus for terrible life-events, only specifically dating events.

Seriously, a female character defined by her disastrous interactions with guys, ya know? Now, it’s not like people like that don’t exist but I didn’t exactly want to be doing that kinda thing by the time I Feel Sick Came around. There’s still a bit of that bad date stuff in there, but I hope that it doesn’t color the character as being one note in that way. Ultimately I Feel Sick was just me having fun with a far more confident, more badass kind of fuckup than Johnny’s kind of fuckup. 

Johnny was more of a joke on people who think they know everything and deal with being treated like shit by only becoming more shit, and even worse, god-like, untouchable, pretentious shit. Devi was just a bit more grounded while hopefully not being boring. I think it’s easy to WANT to be Johnny, superficially anyhow, but Devi was probably the more realistic option, or at least slightly less absurd.

I always like when people say I Feel Sick is their favorite work of mine, and it’s always a little funny when they tell me I wrote a cool female character. It’s funny because I sure as hell wasn’t even trying to convincingly portray any kind of female experience so much as just write a character I’d like. She’s just another way of telling a condensed version of a situation Johnny probably went through, with a slightly happier outcome. 

gierlichmypussy:

when people give me compliments I feel like a vending machine trying to accept a wrinkly dollar and it’s just really frustrating for everyone involved

Me: *saves game*

Me: *saves game*

Me: *saves game*

Me: *about to turn off console*

Me:

Me:

Me: shit wait

Me: *saves game*

Me: *saves game*

sunbeargirl:

crotchetybushtit:

maatuultulivesi:

does no one realize that robin hood was a terrible role model for young kids? i mean you are stealing from people (illegal) and those people (usually) worked hard to get their wealth. it really demotivates people to succeed when they know they can get something someone else worked for.

is this what rich people worry about lmao

who knew the sheriff of nottingham had a blog

(Source: wedontbeatfromthesameheart)