Winchester Model 1866 Third Model “Musket” lever action rifle.
Sold at auction: $3,883.75
Winchesters, though. Lever actions.
Happy Friday for December 6th, 2013
Happy Friday, comrades! Repeal Day was technically yesterday, but I’ve pulled some strings to extend matters through the weekend. Jam.
New Illustration: Space Sirens
The last remaining astronaut watched helplessly as his comrades left the ship one by one and were carried away. He told himself that he would not succumb the way his shipmates had; he knew he would struggle. But the creatures, if they could even be called that, somehow seemed to know him, and when his turn came and the singing of the cosmos reached a crescendo in his ears, his mind emptied of all but the desire to join them in the void. Gazing into the creature’s face, he mused on how tender, how gentle its embrace seemed to be, and even as his oxygen supply dwindled he did not resist.
Whoah okay yes.
Went thrift store shopping for a vest and oops.
I’m glad that Bilbo Baggins exists
Because in the book, the dude was pretty firmly middle aged when his crazy-ass adventure started
He was settled down in the house that belonged to his parents and had done precisely jack shit with his life
It gives me hope that maybe some nutcase wizard will eventually show up and be like yo
you’re a burglar now
don’t even care that you didn’t roll rogue homie we got dragons to slay and kingdoms to save
Fuck that shit.
Be the wizard.
Be the wizard.
"This cazookie is proof that God loves us and wants us to be happy."
“So, it’s Mormon beer?”
“It’s Mormon beer.”
In my dreams last night: I participated in an invasion of a country that’s kinda like Cuba but in the Mediterranean alongside 10,000 South African mercenaries. Got captured, discovered that Hitler is alive and was getting a haircut next to Albert Einstein, but didn’t try to kill Hitler because Einstein would have had to get involved in the fight and I didn’t have the moral authority to make Einstein a killer. Broke out of Mediterranean Castro’s copy of the White House, picked up by the Protomen who told me to GET IN THE VAN because they’d seen my face on wanted posters.