He needs answers.
He needs answers.
This is the vest alligator pun I’ve ever seen.
There are a group of “homeless by choice” people in New Orleans and they are somewhat intimidating. They dress like a combination of steam punk, Mad Max and the Thunderdome, and Stevie Nicks. They play weird instruments like that long metal thing that you rub and it sounds like an old timey asian movie soundtrack. These people are ok I guess, they are interesting, and seem to be generally enjoying their lives.
My main problem with them is that a lot of them have dogs. Big, large dogs, that are required by their “home free” owners to live hand to mouth and sit out on the hot street all day while they play their “music”. I feel bad for these dogs.
So this past weekend when I was in town, one of these women had two labs on leashes and they were quite friendly-looking. A girl that was walking by asked if she could pet them. The woman said, “Sorry no. I don’t want them to start thinking they need affection.”
Just think about that. Animals that basically LIVE for mankind’s affection, are being denied that very thing by this bizarro woman because she doesn’t want to spoil them.
It took everything I had not to grab those leashes and run like hell with those dogs. Poor things. I now hate that woman.
I’ve discovered that I turn random everyday interactions into compliments to myself. Here are the most recent examples of scenarios that made me secretly pleased:
LOGAN and CASEY are eating at a new restaurant. The WAITRESS approaches and discusses the menu.
CASEY: We are really looking forward to this dinner. We’ve heard great things from our friends.
WAITRESS: Oh, I had no idea! I thought you’d eaten here before! You sure acted like you knew what you were doing.
CASEY feels proud to have been confused with an experienced diner at the restaurant.
LOGAN and CASEY are at the STATE FAIR OF TEXAS. They are watching fair goers play a game on the MIDWAY. There is a WOMAN standing nearby.
WOMAN (nearby): What are those things called? I can’t think of the word.
CASEY: I’m pretty sure that is called a trebuchet.
WOMAN (thrilled?) Yes! That’s it! You’re a real word wizard.
CASEY admires her brain’s ability to think of such an obscure word and is 80% sure the WOMAN wasn’t using the term “a real word wizard” sarcastically.
I’m sorry ma’am there was nothing we could do
Hans Zimmer’s drum circle for recording the Man of Steel score
current emotion: Jim Kirk’s face when he is surrounded by things he doesn’t like.
Jim Kirk is all of us.
Worth evening dress ca. 1910
From the Bunka Gakuen Costume Museum
This tumblr is fascinating. Look at these beautiful dresses! From so long ago! Awesome work.
and I am finally seeing why I was the one worth leaving
Oh Frank, Oh Ben
Seriously no one can even fathom how much I love this cover. The day youtube made it private I cried. I’m so freaking happy right now.
was literally just listening to this and the boom up on my page it came :) nothing compares to this video!
This is lovely.
Medieval smiley face
This is a true feel-good doodle, drawn by a medieval reader and found in the lower margin of a 13th-century page. The surprisingly modern-looking smiley face is wearing glasses and seems to float towards the text in a balloon, quite content. This little scene made my day.
Pic: Conches, Bibliothèque municipale, MS 7 (main text 13th century, doodle 14th or 15th century).
“For a second, I felt confused about who I’d been at any point before this.
And I focused on the feeling.
It thrilled me.
It made me realize I’m an individual, but not because I’m special, or unique or any other empty idea, but because I could never share my thrills and disappointments.
It was all mine, but in a way that wasn’t by choice.”
The Wizard of Oz