Free Graphic Novels (DC, Marvel, Image, etc), Music, TV shows, and music on HOOPLA.
Free music that you can KEEP on FREEGAL
You are PAYING for all this with your tax money - USE THEM. Most likely systems will have all 3 or 2 out of 3, so if you aren’t sure call your local library’s reference/information desk and how you can get set-up or started.
Hey, highkey from a library worker:
Overdrive has a new mobile app called LIBBY I find it easier to use. It’s the same content as Overdrive just better for mobile. Overdrive and Libby both let you send items to your kindle as well.
Can confirm Overdrive is amazing.
I work in the largest library system in my state (17 branches in total).
I use it not only for ebooks, but movies as well.
Other FREE resources to check with your library for are:
Freegal Music (download and keep music, including current music)
Hoopla Digital (borrow ebooks, e-audiobooks, e-graphic novels, stream movies)
My boss slaughters his egg chickens either every fall or
every other fall depending on how old they are when he gets them, on the logic
that the personal hassle and carbon foot print of getting chickens to lay eggs
in the winter is not worth it. As he was explaining this recently, a newer
co-worker asked how he hid that from his children. And
she’s new, which means she’s never had the delightfully goth experience of
watching my boss’s two charming dimpled daughters who are ALSO deeply unsentimental
farm children respond to you with utterly withering scorn if you ask them
something like, as I once did, “oh, what’s that chicken’s name?” The oldest
daughter, all of four years old at the time, told me in a firm,
Wednesday-Adams-talking-to-a-moron voice, “We’re going to eat them. They’re not
pets.”
My boss, who is gentle and does not respond to people with
scorn when they ask innocent questions, instead told her, “Oh, we’re pretty
open with them about the facts of life.
They know where babies come from and where chickens go.”
Anyway, that phrase haunts me and I wanted to share it with you. It sounds like some 19th century grandma saying.
I would like to adopt another parrot someday, but I think it would be very strange to adopt something older than you. Parrots can live to be 60+, so I could someday be the guardian of an animal who lived a few decades before I was even born and that’s just weird.
I don’t think I have the authority. By default, that bird should be my guardian.
I am totally down for my next rescue to be older than me cuz frankly I need the life advice
My friend works at a pet store and while they don’t sell parrots, they do board and occasionally take in rescues and adopt them out. Well one of the birds they were boarding for a month was a 60+ year old scarlet macaw who knew one phrase besides occasionally coughing like an old man. She would say it on cue whenever a customer approached her and an employee told them how old she was. She would stop what she was doing, lean in close, her eyes pinning wildly, in a raspy whisper she would utter, “I was there when it happened.”
Mythbusters ended too soon. I feel like The Cask Of Amontillado is exactly the myth they would have tested.
Like, figuring out how long it takes the mortar to dry. Finding the maximum amount of time before knocking down a recently built brick wall. Establishing the best place on a recently bricked wall to topple it and escape.
And then, doing all of that while drunk.
Mythbusters, you left us too soon.
actually, they made that episode – I have a copy of it in my basement, wanna see?
Colophon: a statement at the end of a book containing the scribe or owner’s name, date of completion, or bitching about how hard it is to write a book in the dark ages
Oh, my hand
The parchment is very hairy
Thank God it will soon be dark
St. Patrick of Armagh, deliver me from writing
Now I’ve written the whole thing; for Christ’s sake give me a drink
Oh d fuckin abbot
Massive hangover
Whoever translated these Gospels did a very poor job
Cursed be the pesty cat that urinated over this book during the night
If someone else would like such a handsome book, come and look me up in Paris, across from the Notre Dame cathedral
I shall remember, O Christ, that I am writing of Thee, because I am wrecked today
Do not reproach me concerning the letters, the ink is bad and the parchment scanty and the day is dark
11 golden letters, 8 shilling each; 700 letters with double shafts, 7 shilling for each hundred; and 35 quires of text, each 16 leaves, at 3 shilling each. For such an amount I won’t write again
Here ends the second part of the title work of Brother Thomas Aquinas of the Dominican Order; very long, very verbose; and very tedious for the scribe; thank God, thank God, and again thank God
If anyone take away this book, let him die the death, let him be fried in a pan; let the falling sickness and fever seize him; let him be broken on the wheel, and hanged. Amen
what does oh d fuckin abbot even MEAN
an abbot is the head of a monastery so it just means “fuck my boss” basically, an abbreviation of “O damned fuckin Abbot”. this is what it looks like:
Images from the live action version of lovable British claymation TV show, Wallace & Gromit. Broadcast in the late 1990s, the special received negative reactions from viewers due to the fact that it was unintentionally creepy. It was never shown again.
It looks like live-action spitting image. Horrifying.
i hate this so fucking much with every fiber of my being
“Magic? no, this is pure engineering by yours truly, small one. But I can see where you might be confused.”
The younger manticore set down the kettle and motioned their guests to the sitting area, rolling her eyes at the nervous human girl hiding behind her grandfather. “She used to be the most beautiful artificer on the continent, now she’s only the most terrifyingly skilled one.”
The spines at the end of the ash grey tail only flicked a little as the old craftswoman chuckled behind her porcelain mask. She set down her pipe and offered her hand to the man, who took it in his and gently kissed the black clockwork knuckles before winking up at her.
“Used to be? Are you blind child? You’re in the presence of the prettiest kitten in all of Persia.”
A deep purr that melted into a girlish giggle filled the room. “Enough you dog. You’ll not have any more discounts and I’m a spoken for woman. What do you want?”
“A spoken for widow.”
“Still~”
“Wow. Gross.” the young manticore drawled as she handed the trembling girl a cup of tea.
The girl was too shy to reply, but internally she enthusiastically agreed.
Britt McGinnis wanted a manticore with a porcelain face for her $25 tier patreon sketch and I kinda ran away as fast as I could with that prompt into the rainbow steampunk hills. love me a good manticore. Also, manticores with wings aren’t usually my jam but I figured this lady would love the ~flair~.
