My brother shot himself yesterday. He’s going to be all right; he nicked an artery in his arm and destroyed part of the bone in his shoulder, but he’s already lucid and has talked to my dad. It has also become obvious, in the fallout from his suicide attempt, that his life had become unlivable — he’s a Gulf War vet under active treatment for PTSD, he’d been stockpiling guns for months, his family situation had fallen apart without him really telling anybody, etc. He’ll probably have some charges pressed against him for his own good. The bullet went through a neighbor’s house.

I’m going to be gone for a week or two, mostly because the carefree brainlessness of Tumblr tastes like bitter wormwood in your mouth when something somber is happening around you. I’m all right, though, and my family (as well as my brother’s own family) seem to be handling things pretty well. I want to thank anybody who leaves me a kind comment about this in advance, and I’ll see you all later. Reblog some cat pictures for me in the meantime.

blackboardmonitor

The shape of Death was the shape people had created for him, over the centuries. Why bony? Because bones were associated with death. He’d got a scythe because agricultural people could spot a decent metaphor. And he lived in a somber land because the human imagination would be rather stretched to let him live somewhere nice with flowers.

People like Death lived in the human imagination, and got their shape there, too. He wasn’t the only one…

…but he didn’t like the script, did he? He’d started to take an interest in people. Was that a thought, or just a memory of something that hadn’t happened yet?

Hogfather - Terry Pratchett (via goldshitter)
blackboardmonitor
'Veni, vidi, vici.' I came, I saw, I conquered. As a comment it always struck Vimes as a bit too pat. It wasn't the sort of thing you came up with on the spur of the moment, was it? It sounded as if he had worked it out. He'd probably spent long evenings in his tent, looking up in the dictionary short words beginning with V and trying them out…Veni, vermini, vomui, I came, I got ratted, I threw up? Visi, veneri, vamoosi, I visited, I caught an embarrassing disease, I ran away? It must have been a big relief to come up with three short acceptable words. He probably made them up first, and then went off to see somewhere and conquer it.
Jingo, Terry Pratchett (via esmereldaweatherwax)
mishalak
mishalak:

Reading More Words, Deeper Hole is quite hazardous to the sanity of anyone with curiosity. Because James Nicoll regularly makes posts, conveniently tagged “memetic prophylactic recommended”, with links that are the written equivalent of goatse. Thankfully I have been trained by the internet to never read the comments and now I also avoid clicking on MPR links. However if you do not have your daily recommended dose of rage by all means click on any of his posts where he shows off the greatest asshats in lit-fandom*.
*My term for the science fiction, fantasy, horror, etc. fandom that reads lots of books.
Oh, also the source of the reaction picture up there is Oglaf which is so NSFW that you cannot even see the light from a “G” rating when you are on that website.

Oh, this is a LiveJournal link! I haven’t used LJ in five years. Hmm.

mishalak:

Reading More Words, Deeper Hole is quite hazardous to the sanity of anyone with curiosity. Because James Nicoll regularly makes posts, conveniently tagged “memetic prophylactic recommended”, with links that are the written equivalent of goatse. Thankfully I have been trained by the internet to never read the comments and now I also avoid clicking on MPR links. However if you do not have your daily recommended dose of rage by all means click on any of his posts where he shows off the greatest asshats in lit-fandom*.

*My term for the science fiction, fantasy, horror, etc. fandom that reads lots of books.

Oh, also the source of the reaction picture up there is Oglaf which is so NSFW that you cannot even see the light from a “G” rating when you are on that website.

Oh, this is a LiveJournal link! I haven’t used LJ in five years. Hmm.