Wait, does this mean Combeferre can talk to squirrels? And Courfeyrac has a soft spot for low-end criminals? …THE AZELMA THING MAKES SENSE NOW. We KNOW Enjolras has impossibly perfect Hair…
Outside of the grammar (proper nouns are a thing, okay?) I’m quite amused by this. …and makes me want to remind people that I am not American. …which makes me think of an Arrogant Worms Song. Heh.
COME ON CREW, WE CAN GET THIS THING SKYWORTHY AGAIN
I would contribute cosplay pics, but I don’t think Combeferre-wig and a Les Mis shirt counts. (Working on semi-historically accurate shirts right now. Handsewing takes forever, especially when you’re making more than one at the same time.)
Gallium is a silvery metal with atomic number 31. It’s used in semiconductors and LEDs, but the cool thing about it is its melting point, which is only about 85 degrees Fahrenheit. If you hold a solid gallium crystal in your hand, your body heat will cause it to slowly melt into a silvery metallic puddle. Pour it into a dish, and it freezes back into a solid.
While you probably shouldn’t lick your fingers after playing with it, gallium isn’t toxic and won’t make you crazy like mercury does. And if you get tired of it, you can melt it onto glass and make yourself a mirror.
THIS WAS IN A BOOK I READ IN SCIENCE AND SCIENTISTS USED TO MOLD THEM INTO SPOONS AND THEN GIVE THEM TO OTHER PEOPLE WITH THEIR TEA AND THE SPOONS WOULD JUST MELT AND THE SCIENTISTS WOULD LAUGH AS THE PEOPLE GOT ALL FLUSTERED LITERALLY NO ONE ELSE FOUND IT AS FUNNY AS I DID
Today I helped a family new to the United States get library cards. After giving them the rundown on what a library membership means, I showed the kids the children’s area. The mother told them they could each check out two books. The smallest child, a girl of seven, picked out two small board books.
“Are you sure you don’t want a picture book?” I asked her, showing her a few new ones on display.
“Too much money,” she said.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“These cost less, right? They smaller.”
It hit me what she was saying: she was trying to save her parents money by choosing the smallest books.
“Do you know what?” I said. “All of this is free, no money. You can choose whichever books you want.”
She turned her head to look at the shelves of books and gasped at the bounty. She wandered away without another word and I watched her pick up book after book, shuffling through each one, making little piles, studying each one intently.
I’ve never been more proud I chose this career.
Adorable.
Libraries ARE important. And the only people who think they aren’t are the people who have enough resources to get the things a library holds with money. The rest of us need the library and the librarian and people who don’t think the building, its contents, and the person are important are classist.
Oh god this story…libraries are so important. Also? I want to know what kind of heartless fuck thinks books aren’t important to kids.
There is a reason I went into this career. Stories like this are part of it.