meggory84:

glompcat:

It’s a minor pet peeve, but it is everywhere today so errrr…. please keep in mind that “Rest in Peace”/RIP literally comes from a latin phrase and is a very very deeply Christian expression.

When talking about the departed, Jews say “may their memory be a blessing.”

So please, when talking about a dead person who is Jewish, try to keep in mind that RIP is a Christian phrase.

I learned something today, so I’ll pass it on so someone else can learn too

unexpectedyarns:

i-knit-you-not:

I can knit exactly one (1) hat pattern in the right size

How to get hats that fit (some advice taken from Stephanie Pearl McPhee, the Yarn Harlot):

The human head is around, roughly 3 times the length of a person’s hand.

Have everyone in the family make hand turkeys at Thanksgiving. (And then confiscate them)

Then multiply a person’s hand length x 3, subtract 1” for some negative ease (to stay on the head) and multiply that number by your gauge of stitches per inch.

  • I know gauge swatches are a pain but if you’re getting 4 stitches per inch, you probably need 80 stitches but if you’re getting 6spi you need 120 stitches and that’s a BIG difference.

Knit the hat until it is as long as the recipient’s hand before you start the decreases. Tada! Hats that fit!

flerponius:

huppupbup:

phantoms-lair:

headcanonsandmore:

diva-gonzo:

mens-rights-activia:

disgruntledlungfish:

galoosreblogger:

super8motel:

spacehunter-m:

red delicious apples are a waste of agricultural resources

They literally only exist so much because baby boomers liked how pretty they were and didn’t care that they were disgusting. By the 90s grocery stores routinely bought them and threw them away.

“…the paradox of the Red Delicious: alluring yet undesirable, the most produced and arguably the least popular apple in the United States. It lurks in desolation. Bumped around the bottom of lunch bags as schoolchildren rummage for chips or shrink-wrapped Rice Krispies treats. Waiting by the last bruised banana in a roadside gas station, the only produce for miles. Left untouched on hospital trays, forlorn in the fruit bowl at hotel breakfast buffets, bereft in nests of gift-basket raffia.” -Sarah Yager, The Awful Reign of the Red Delicious

in this house we eat honey crisp

Fuji gang represent

Team Granny Smith

Small yet mighty Jazz (and Fuji)

Granny Smith, but my dad actually likes those red apples that turn to mulch in your mouth. Never understood it. 

I’m fond of Ambrosias and Jazz myself.

…..so um.

They all taste exactly the same to me.

Things are heating up in the apple fandom.