FUCK YEAH PROFESSORS' KID PONY
I cannot express how many times this has happened to me! Not just growing up, but literally multiple times each semester I have had my undergrad! Maybe my mum thinks I will understand her better lol…

I cannot express how many times this has happened to me! Not just growing up, but literally multiple times each semester I have had my undergrad! Maybe my mum thinks I will understand her better lol…

I fixed it!  I fixed it!  (Okay, that was faster than I thought.)
New Link: http://memegenerator.net/ProfessorS-Kid-Pony
NOW YOU HAVE NO EXCUSE.

I fixed it!  I fixed it!  (Okay, that was faster than I thought.)

New Link: http://memegenerator.net/ProfessorS-Kid-Pony

NOW YOU HAVE NO EXCUSE.

Maintenance Update

Hello, all!  So, I’m fighting with memegenerator currently.  Which means updating the flash player on my computer, &c.  Could be a while.  In the mean-time, if you have something you wish to share, feel free to submit any pony you chose.  We are equal-ponytunity here.  Yes, even Twilight Sparkle, if you must.

fyeahhistorymajorheraldicbeast:

Me: Hey Dad, who was that guy who played the flute?
Dad: You mean Frederick the Second?(That was actually who I was referring to. With no context whatsoever. I love my history professor dad.)Tumblr: http://www.tumblr.com/blog/eusonyme

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fyeahhistorymajorheraldicbeast:

Me: Hey Dad, who was that guy who played the flute?

Dad: You mean Frederick the Second?
(That was actually who I was referring to. With no context whatsoever. I love my history professor dad.)

Tumblr: http://www.tumblr.com/blog/eusonyme

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True story.

True story.

depressingfacts:

mostlyallknowingoctopus:

The Alot is an imaginary creature that I made up to help me deal with my compulsive need to correct other people’s grammar.  It kind of looks like a cross between a bear, a yak and a pug, and it has provided hours of entertainment for me in a situation where I’d normally be left feeling angry and disillusioned with the world.  

For example, when I read the sentence “I care about this alot,” this is what I imagine: Similarly, when someone says “alot of _______”, I picture an Alot made out of whatever they are talking about.  If someone says something like “I feel lonely alot” or “I’m angry alot,” I’m going to imagine them standing there with an emo haircut, sharing their feelings with an Alot.  The Alot is incredibly versatile. 

This was quite informative.
Thanks Alot. 

I know this is rather beside the point of this blog but as I’m the daughter of English professors I felt many of you would appreciate it.  Reblog to spread awareness—the Alot is, after all, a sadly unendangered species.

depressingfacts:

mostlyallknowingoctopus:

The Alot is an imaginary creature that I made up to help me deal with my compulsive need to correct other people’s grammar.  It kind of looks like a cross between a bear, a yak and a pug, and it has provided hours of entertainment for me in a situation where I’d normally be left feeling angry and disillusioned with the world.  


For example, when I read the sentence “I care about this alot,” this is what I imagine: Similarly, when someone says “alot of _______”, I picture an Alot made out of whatever they are talking about.  If someone says something like “I feel lonely alot” or “I’m angry alot,” I’m going to imagine them standing there with an emo haircut, sharing their feelings with an Alot.  The Alot is incredibly versatile. 

This was quite informative.

Thanks Alot. 

I know this is rather beside the point of this blog but as I’m the daughter of English professors I felt many of you would appreciate it.  Reblog to spread awareness—the Alot is, after all, a sadly unendangered species.

Not even kidding, this happened to me. Creepiest thing ever. Apparently professor’s kids have some way of talking that my sociology teacher just automatically recognized.
Now I’m super paranoid about the way I talked. 

Not even kidding, this happened to me. Creepiest thing ever. Apparently professor’s kids have some way of talking that my sociology teacher just automatically recognized.

Now I’m super paranoid about the way I talked.