Overheard in the station

A dad and a two or three-year old were having this conversation, which I've recorded as best as I can from memory:

Dad: You can't run in the train station.

Wee girl: Why?

Dad: Because you might fall over the edge, so you need to be a bit careful.

Wee girl: And then if a train came along you’d be squished.
Like a pancake. 
With eyes. 
And a nose, and ears, and fingers, and legs [long list of body parts which I can't remember]

Dad: I wouldn't want you to turn into a pancake.

Wee girl: What would you do?

Dad: I'd say oh no, Martha's a pancake!

Sauce for the goose

I've been enjoying watching Bones lately.

The two main characters are a forensic anthropologist (nicknamed Bones) and an FBI agent (Booth) who work together.

This conversation amused me. 

He's trying to explain why he was being so secretive about a romantic relationship he is in.

Booth: I just didn't want it to get weird, I guess. 

Bones: Weird? 

Booth: We're partners, you know? Together all the time, right? You're a woman, and I'm a man. And I never had a relationship like this where we were...like two guys - except you're not, you know, a guy. Yeah.

Bones: No, no I'm not... 
Should I feel odd about wanting to hang out with Will? [a guy she fancies]

Booth: No, of course not. You know? Because essentially, I mean, you're a guy like me. But not really.

Bones: That would mean that, to me, you are essentially a woman. 
Yeah, I can see that.

Booth:  No no no no. I'd prefer not to be a woman, if you don't mind.

Bones: I'm merely trying to follow your reasoning, Booth. 

Booth: OK, fine. What do you say we just, you know - we'll drop it for now. 

Immigrants

I made this poster in response to the really concerning stuff that's going on right now.

There's a free high-res version with various colour variations, and a colouring picture here.

Colouring books for blind people

We were interviewed on YouTube!

 

Quote

"free curiosity has greater power to stimulate learning than rigorous coercion"

~ St Augustine

Poetry

I came across this profound piece of poetry:

"A trio of sightless rodents

A trio of sightless rodents

Observe how they perambulate

Observe how they perambulate

They perambulated after the agriculturist's spouse

She severed their spinal extensions with a culinary utensil

Have you ever observed such a phenomenon in all of your existence as a trio of sightless rodents?"

Quote

 The single biggest problem in communication is the illusion that it has taken place.

~ George Bernard Shaw