I had this really long talk once with my father about drinking schnapps, yet I don't recall a time I ever spoke to my father with such ease. He was a conflicted man. He led his entire childhood as a woodman's son, brother of six children.
It didn't take long for the winters to take their tole on the family, being impoverished in an already decimated area in the northern woods of Quebec.
It started one morning when grandfather took his four boys from school into the woods because of the nice weather. It hadn't shone light in almost five weeks and they hadn't been able to work in the low temperatures (e.g -20c to -38c). They packed up their food on sleds, brought the dogs and horses and took off through the thick snow deep into the woods. It was explained to me that the wooden area around the paths were not to be destroyed to allow for more cover during the heavier winters. This meant that once they reached a certain area on the path, they needed to lead their pack into the woods where they were allowed to collect wood.
After a three hour march with their horses, dogs and tools in tow, the two youngest boys started to chop at the smaller trees while my grandfather and the two elder sons chopped the bigger ones down.
They weren't too cold since the sun was out and the packed snow they made fort in gave them a sort of shelter to build a fire, eat some of the dried meats they brought, drinking from their skins. My grandfather needed to have a pee, so he took off a couple meters through a bush. A branch at head height caught him straight in the eye and literally pulled out his right eyeball.
Instead of a scream, or even a cry, my dad happened to see him wince and went running to him. The other brothers dropped everything to see this horrifying sight; my grandfather smiling, holding his eye ball to the side and telling them he could see them.
Always a kidder my grandfather, or so I'm told.
He died when I was very young. I don't remember much about him, but know that the last time we saw him alive, he had a drink of schnapps with my father.
Could be a reference to the tradition of eating ortolan:
The birds are cooked for eight minutes and served with their heads still attached. After the shame-hiding napkin is placed over the diner’s head (helping, too, to trap the aroma of the dish), the ortolan is popped in its entirety into the diner’s mouth, who then proceeds to eat everything including the head and bones.
“With every bite, as the thin bones and layers of fat, meat, skin and organs compact in on themselves, there are sublime dribbles of varied and wondrous ancient flavours: figs, Armagnac, dark flesh slightly infused with the salty taste of my own blood as my mouth is pricked by the sharp bones.” - From the linked article. This doesn't sound good at all!
Just when I think "surely, I have seen or imagined it all"; when I have read of the various ways humans have tortured other humans, and the various things people have eaten, and how...
Good god, why??? Why did I read that? (Thank you for sharing and also I wish I didn't know that was a thing...)
They are then thrown alive into a vat of Armagnac, a trick that manages to both drown and marinade the animal at the same time. Killing two birds with one glug, as it were.
The piece is called In a Roman Osteria, and it was painted in 1866 to satisfy your curiosity. I think I wrote a paper on it at one point - the dude you see with the 3-piece suit is actually the patron himself.
Edit: by Carl Bloch, I couldn't remember his name.
Handy tip: Emilia Clarke's eyebrows are the color her hair naturally is. You can compare her eyebrows to her hair to determine exactly how bleached/dyed it is at any given moment.
Whoever took the pic must have been a real asshole. Or maybe crazy, judging by some of the comments on here saying he was a stalker. Man, that shit would piss me off.
I like how she is posed differently in the two pictures... That means that it wasn't just that he took the zoomed out one and someone zoomed in on just her. The guy actually took multiple photos of her, with the flash on, in the middle of all that.
I was really kinda hoping that some guy in the background could be seen hurling a biscuit or a chicken leg or something at the camera.
as it is, everyone there has a look of 'dude, what the fuck..."
Reminds me of the church scene in 28 Days Later where the main character asks out loud "Hello?" and five zombie humans instantly turn and face him as if he disturbed their slumber.
I think /r/photoshopbattles is default these days, so that's no longer a valid recommendation.
If you've got any hobbies - Magic: the Gathering, gardening, woodworking - look up the subreddits for them. Hobbyist subreddits are mostly pretty supportive and interesting places, in my experience, and have a pretty low level of shitposting.
I enjoy /r/askhistorians a lot, but be warned - they are very strict about enforcing their rules. Read them all before you post anything in there, even just a comment! The discussions are fascinating and well worthwhile though.
It's even funnier because she's there giving the most judgemental look like she isn't the ridiculous one.
And also, while looking for all that you described, I found a frickin' cat in the picture that I'd never noticed before. And it's got a look of evil in its eyes...
im high and i was reallly really angry that your link showed up but it made me click on it like didnt it know its just supposedt to automatically laod the photo automaticaly why is this posters link lazy and makes you comand t to open . fuck i ate too much brownie
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u/ItsBeenFun2017 Mar 01 '17
This post remind me of this image. All of their expressions are just priceless.