Giant plankton-eating fishes roamed prehistoric seas, fossil evidence shows

Giant plankton-eating fishes roamed prehistoric seas, fossil evidence shows

Premonition of Monstrous Negation

Visigothic Ecdysis

Kreator Recontextulized

Despite appearances, Ruby has no soft-tissue damage or repetitive stress injuries from moshing around like this. We have done it every day since she was born, and we know each other's limits. As you can imagine, she has incredible core body strength. I film this, actually, on a day she would absolutely not go to sleep...."metaling her down" is a standard daddy trick, which can backfire, of course, if she is not absolutely dead tired. She is sleeping soundly now, two minutes after the clip is finished.

The song is Kreator's 'Flag of Hate'...we had been on an Iron Maiden kick earlier, but I needed something more brutal.

This sounds incredibly pretentious, misguided, or both, but Ruby seems to need the catharsis of heavy music-electroclash, punk, metal, industrial, to deal with the everyday stresses of living in a world where she can make elaborate plans to distract her mom and dad long enough to eat the cat food, but cannot pull a shirt over her head or flush a toilet. We both live for this, which is good, because it is pretty much how we spend our days.

Biologist discovers 'stop' signal in honey bee communication

Biologist discovers 'stop' signal in honey bee communication

Zootrophic Funerary Nightmare

i suppose this is the moment to explain my crimes...the things that drift around in my mind like sticks on a pond or cigarette buts on a movie theatre carpet. first of all, there was no sweet deal to whip up a bunch of deviled eggs, it was all a lie. another issue perhaps is the fact that i had no intention of giving you a back massage. there isn't really any such thing as a platonic back massage, is there? this is the reason that massage artists nearly always fantasize about killing their clients. did i mention that i am a friend of termites? an enemy of cleanliness? a threat to balloons? a reason not to get another hot dog? it is enough that i have lived my life secretly counting the joker cards in blackjack decks, noting the number of ways a person can arrive at the conclusion that there is no life and death, only a series of moments connected together by narrative, that it does not pay to keep halloween candy all year long, that once in a while it is interesting to contemplate exactly how ready one's self is to commit all manner of strange acts.

Sarcopterigian Sex Propagule