“Being born a woman is an awful tragedy. Yes, my consuming desire to mingle with road crews, sailors and soldiers, bar room regulars—to be a part of a scene, anonymous, listening, recording—all is spoiled by the fact that I am a girl, a female always in danger of assault and battery. My consuming interest in men and their lives is often misconstrued as a desire to seduce them, or as an invitation to intimacy. Yet, God, I want to talk to everybody I can as deeply as I can. I want to be able to sleep in an open field, to travel west, to walk freely at night.”

Sylvia Plath

fuck every single time that last line gets quoted without the rest

(via sadjailbait)


I want to believe it’s all the same guy


Ravenclaws don’t fight. We think things through. But now I’m thinking anything is better than all this running.


Playing the Battle of Hogwarts game.


Neville was almost disappointed when his Boggart changed. He’d started to have fun with it; Gran’s spring best today, her Yule dress robes tomorrow. It just didn’t have the same effect anymore, and, besides, hydrangeas had really suited Snape.


Hogwarts Houses Common Rooms

  1. Hufflepuff
  2. Gryffindor
  3. Slytherin
  4. Ravenclaw


The premise of minimum wage, when it was introduced, was that a single wage earner should be able to own a home and support a family.  That was what it was based on; a full time job, any job, should be able to accomplish this.

The fact people scoff at this idea if presented nowadays, as though the people that ring up your groceries or hand you your burgers don’t deserve the luxury of a home and a family, is disgusting.


Football porn from Chelsea.



~My Hidden Nirvana~

~My Hidden Nirvana~



cho chang

  • was used as a pawn in the triwizard tournament
  • watched as the corpse of her boyfriend was brought back from another trial of said tournament
  • had absolutely no one to talk to about it and got no clear answers on what actually happened
  • joined an underground…


[writes paper] this doesnt make any sense [prints it] [doesn’t proofread] [hands it in for a grade]












Seriously, it kills me when I see people hold scientists up as pinnacles of logic and reason.

Because one time the professor I was interning for got punched in the face by another professor, because mine got the funding, and told the other professor his theory was stupid.

This same professor told me to throw rocks to scare the “stupid fucking crabs” into moving so we could count them properly.


thank you

this is one of the best comments this post has recieved

I have witnessed:

Two professors hiding around a corner and snickering, “Shhh, here she comes!” While a female professor approached and, when she finally found them, she proceeded to scream while pointing from one to the other, “You! I called your office but you weren’t there! So I tried to call YOUR office to figure out where HE was but YOU weren’t there!”

Two grad students standing outside a closed and locked door yelling, “Come out of the damn office. You haven’t left for days. If you didn’t have a couch in there I’d be concerned as to where you were sleeping!”

A religious studies professor apologizing for being late to class because, “security stopped me because I’m dressed like a hobbit”

Watched a professor snort the results of my experiment to determine if I had the right final compound.

Two archeology professors toss priceless fossilized teeth back and forth in an attempt to figure out who is smarter by “guessing the type of tooth and species of animal before it lands”

Multiple fully degreed individuals throw dry ice at one another in an attempt to be first to use the lab/get that piece of equipment/or change the iPod song.

A genetics professor build furniture out of stacks of paper and planks of wood because she is that far behind in grading papers/responding. One of the impromptu furniture pieces housed a fish tank.

I could go on but I think that covers the larger portion of the insanity…

Every time it comes around on my dash, it gets better.

I have had a professor buy a huge fuckoff bottle of rum during fieldwork in Costa Rica and let the undergrads get wasted because “you’re not underage in Costa Rica and we’ll be up all night with the bats anyway!”

- Same professor hung a bat from her headlamp and wore it as a decoration for an entire night. 

- A whole swarm of older women - and these are women with PhDs and world-renown bat experts, the bigwigs - all, to a woman, go to the formal charity dinner at an international research symposium in Toronto in late October dressed in skimpy Batgirl costumes. Because Halloween was that weekend, you see.

- At a different conference, a professor get blackout drunk and pass out on the side of the road. 

- “Yeah, we have to say we did it properly for the grant but to be really honest, Miracle-gro works better.”

- Teaching lab: we had liquid nitrogen for a demo, and after class the professor, the other TA, and I spent a good two hours freezing and breaking things in it. 

a chemistry class begins with 30 students nine months later just six of us left sitting on tables dipping paper into contaminated chemicals to see what happens when we burn it teacher making idle suggestions while he marks our work

"go to the fume hood thing, yeah now put some potassium in chlorine" can i burn the results sir? "fuck it sure whatever its tainted anyway"

The prof I’m working for just asked me if I knew how to pick a lock, and when I responded “yes” she replied, “see, this is why I hire the former delinquents instead of the suck-ups. You’re actually useful.”

I then let her into her office.

I once had a friend who was a physics professor at a prominent local university. One time, he got bored, made a super low-friction spinning stool, and created what was essentially a 30 pound gyroscope in a suitcase.

Then we all took turns playing with angular momentum until we puked.

My first physics teacher had built himself a gyroscopic stool and used to start the first class by spinning around at high speeds, holding two large geodes (one in each hand), demonstrating how holding them close to his body made the spinning go faster while holding them out slowed it down.  All to the original Star Wars opening soundtrack. (I am old: non-original Star Wars had not been invented yet.)

My first physical anthropology professor told a story about being a grad student and working with a bunch of priceless hominid fossils — she was putting a juvenile or infant skull back together, and there were a lot of little fragile bones.  She was also eating potato chips.  Well, her professor chose that moment to bring a lot of bigwigs into the lab, and she smiled at them, stuffed the chip she was holding into her mouth, bit down, and tried to look busy.  Only it wasn’t a potato chip.  She had to sit there, not chewing any more, staring at her tray full of bones, until they left.  Then she could spit out her fossil and try to piece it back together!

The biology lab I worked for had one room we never inventoried because it was the one with the human remains in it. If we inventoried it, we’d have to admit that sometime in the 80’s they’d lost the paperwork on the bones. Without the paperwork, those were technically illegal human remains, and couldn’t be disposed of, used, or dealt with in any way. So there’s a room, with a box of human bones, that just gathers dust, in a major University. 

My physics professor has an old microwave that he brings into class when he teaches about wavelengths. This is so he can show the class “peep jousting”: where he sticks a toothpick into two marshmallow Peeps and then microwaves them to see which one gets stuck with a toothpick first.

My desk is also currently surrounded by five non-working oscilloscopes because my PI keeps buying them to fix and then never fixing them.