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this video is filled with so much serenity somehow

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Guy who’s not gonna make it voice: it’s gonna be so awesome when I finally get what I want

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For three dimensional spheres of the same size, the smallest possible convex hull involves placing the spheres in a line—until you get to 56 spheres, at which point there is a smaller convex hull you can get by packing them closer together. Apparently for 4-spheres, this pattern holds at least up to 300,000 spheres, and for 42-spheres, it holds indefinitely.

Geometry is so maddening sometimes…

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Okay so I’m an elementary school art teacher right, and I have this really fun game I made a PowerPoint for to teach like, emotions and intent and looking at the whole picture to first grade.

The idea is, when we count down and change slides, kids have to mimic one thing in the painting as best they can, whether it’s animate or inanimate. If there’s nothing in the shot for them to mimic (because I threw some contemporary abstract stuff in), they have to show me how the painting makes them feel. Easy enough, gets them excited to move around and vocal about their feelings regarding art, it’s very chaotic. I can tell pretty fast who’s got the emotional maturity to mimic things in a complex way, and who’s just enough of an abstract thinker to mimic inanimate objects early on in the game...

So the first picture is this:

Napoleon Crossing the Alps. My favorite reactions are usually the kids who pretend to be the freaked-out horse, but 2 memorable occasions were the one where a student immediately scrunched up to be the rock in the foreground, and the one where a pair of girls, without any communication on their parts, decided to be Napoleon riding the horse with one as Napoleon and one as the horse. Basically one of them fully tackled the other apropos of nothing, it was hilarious

I’ll add more if y’all want or if I feel like it lol I have a bunch of stories from this one game

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Corn dogs are named for their traditional meat, the unicorn. As unicorns are now extinct, they can only be referred to properly as ‘Corn Dogs and not “Unicorn Dogs” as they were prior to 2009.

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whoa this guy knows how to party

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Adam Lee (Australian, b. 1979, Melbourne, Australia) - A Veil (Apocalypse), 2021, Paintings: Oil, Synthetic Polymer Paint on Canvas

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This is killing me omf

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Rudyard Kipling wrote some "charming" children's stories but he was also the lapdog of the monarchy & he wrote The Wrath of the Awakened Saxon & he is a doggerel poet, so we consign him to his historical footnote and refrain from showing enthusiasm for Kipling in public. yes Ezra Pound was a fascist; for him too we apply Death of the Author, but Pound's poetry is actually good, and so we permit him to speak from the grave when we discuss the foundations of English poetry

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Made it to 10 Boober comics!

Have a big post of kitties. I think I’ll be making a little book when I make some more!

EDIT: Was not expecting this many notes. If any of you guys would be interested in anything else I do, check out my art fb!

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Not For Puppies

support me on patreon!

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This morning my child (soon to be 3) requested that I make him toast "with creamy peanut butter on the bottom and crunchy peanut butter on the top."

ME: You mean put peanut butter on both sides?

HIM: Yes.

ME, getting into "sometimes kids have to experience the natural consequences of their actions" parenting mode: Okay, I'll do it, but you know that's gonna be really messy, right?

He insisted, and then when it was, indeed, really messy, he sobbed inconsolably on the floor. I offered to make him regular toast, or a sandwich of peanut butter toast, or a triple-decker tower of toast slices, or any other iteration of peanut butter and toast, but nothing made it better. His vision had not come to fruition. He was crushed.

His dad was in a Zoom meeting upstairs—we're all home because it's a snow day—and came down to find out what terrible ill had befallen us to cause so much wailing.

"Oh," he said. "I see. You wanted non-Euclidean geometry. Hypertoast."

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the wetlands witch peers at a little LCD screen of a 90s laptop sitting on the peat. Your post is visible on the screen. She fingerpaints the cursor over to the reblog icon, and clicks it.

REBOGGED! she shouts, and a few birds take flight at the sudden noise

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tumblr discourse after 13 years on this fucking website

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