OK, honestly? Someone has been serially abductin Glenn Beck over the last four years and replacing his brain with a good one, one lego brick at a time.
i really, really hope that whenever we actually get to space for real, like past mars, the universe turns out to be exactly as goddamn weird as we have all been expecting all this time. like, space whales past jupiter. palaces of methane ice on pluto. old gods lurking around in the asteroid belt. the ghost of ancient vengeful alien sailors crewing their ghost ships in eternal loops through the oort cloud and sirens off alpha centauri. in a hundred years i want one of my great grandkids to unfurl a holographic map, and look at the little notation hovering a hundred light years past vega that says here there be dragons (no really) and smile, and set sail.
look i am already in the car with the keys in the ignition i am so here for this
So I learned from my friend that coconut water can be used as an emergency blood transfusion, and of course my first thought was “So, can a vampire drink coconut water?”
and of course we had this idea of these tropical vampires being horrified when these old world vampires come and are still drinking blood like some sort of monster.
reminder, again, the majority of the people in the united states didn’t vote for trump. the people of the united states didn’t “bring this on themselves.” And don’t even blame voter turnout because the voter turnout was greater than the last election we had, and the one before that, so on. Trump is the least popular president to ever enter office. The people of the united states were not listened to because our voice isn’t the one with political power.
When Russian President Vladimir Putin didn’t immediately retaliate against U.S. sanctions punishing Russia for its election interference, some people theorized that Putin was doing so to garner further goodwill from Donald Trump. If that was the case, manipulation managed:
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Great move on delay (by V. Putin) - I always knew he was very smart!
btw here is another source other than trumpdaily confirming this.
OK, seriously, the Drumpf family is full of suck, but this is, like, 1990s Captain Planet maniacal laughter level Evil here. You know, the shit we used to grow up with cast as villains in A Very Special Episode of whatever the hell cartoon was on that day. It’s so over the top that it’s almost unbelievable… except, no, it actually is real.
Dude. Satan would be ashamed to be associated with this shit.
I’ve seen a lot of videos going around of urban-dwelling critters coming to humans for help with various problems, ranging from boxes stuck on their heads to young trapped down a storm drain, and it’s gotten me to thinking:
On the one hand, it’s kind of fascinating that they know to do that.
On the other hand, setting any questions of how this sort of behaviour must have arisen aside for the nonce, does it ever strike you how weird it is that we’ve got a whole collection of prey species whose basic problem-solving script ends with the step “if all else fails, go bother one of the local apex predators and maybe they’ll fix the problem for no reason”?
well, come to think of it, we’re at the top of the food chain but we almost exclusively hunt and kill prey out in the country.
raccoons and possums and foxes and crows all succeed in an urban environment because they’re opportunistic and observant. and almost none of them would have observed us pounce on one of their species and then start eating it, you know? a lot of them would have observed that we scream and chase them out of wherever we don’t want them to be, but other animals are territorial too. but there’s a number of situations where humans feed whoever’s bold enough to take them up on the offer, and we do tend to pull garbage off of other animals as soon as they slow down enough for us to catch. ‘a human got me but nothing bad happened’ is a much more frequent thing than ‘a human got me and tried to eat me’.
anyway like, we’re masters of our environment, we make weird shit happen all the time, we have lots of great food and sometimes we share, and we almost never eat someone. it makes sense for urban animals, over the last century or so, to just keep an eye out for opportunities to use us, and to pass the habit on to their kids.
It really is a weird, funny thing. Like yeah, technically they’re predators, and they get pretty screamy, especially if you try to take any of their stuff… but given the chance it seems like they’d rather help us out and sometimes they’ll just randomly give you food, so???
I mean, I guess in fairytales and myths we’ve got our fair share of stories about dangerous people/creatures who might well kill you or otherwise ruin your life, but to whom people nonetheless turn for help in desperate circumstances. So it’s not like the perspective is exactly a foreign thing to our own mindset, really… It’s just that, y’know, we can’t actually go make a deal with the faeries when there’s something we can’t figure out.
(Which brings me to an interesting thought about the ubiquitous rule about never eating the faery food lest you find yourself forever unsatisfied with anything in the human world - and the potential parallels to the dangers of feeding wildlife human food lest they become addicted and too tame and dependent to be safe for either themselves or us. Hmm.)
Okay, but that last bit with the Fae…makes almost perfect sense.
Of the stories I’ve read, the food of the Fae, its origins and effects, are often strange and/or obscure.- Just like our food to most animals.
The Fae are strange beings that seem to know weird things that give them power or an edge over us.- Just like us to animals.
The Fae work and live by strange rules also often nonsensical or obscure to us.- Just like us to animals.
The Fae can easily obtain vast amounts of things we consider rare/precious/desireable, and have no problem with dishing it out wantonly for no other reason than amusement.- Just like us to animals.
The Fae sometimes are amused by having us around, but only on their terms and IF it amuses/intrigues them.- Just like us to animals.
GUYS, I SENSE A PATTERN….
-they have arcane social conventions and the punishment for not paying the correct respects right is banishment, if you’re lucky, and death if you’re not.
-they have wild and unexpected parties where you’d least expect to find them, but if you’re bold enough to entertain them they’ll feed you and caress you and play with you all night.
-time runs strangely in their realm. their homes are summerlands: warm and bright, no matter the season. there is always fruit on their tables. but not everyone who comes in from the cold is let back out again.
-their games are cruel and complex and unfair, but if you can beat them by their own rules you will access riches beyond imagining.
-sometimes they just fucking fuck with you, the fuckheads.
-they will absolutely steal your children away. when your children return— if they ever do— they will come back strange. they will have magic earrings or necklaces or bracelets. they will know things they shouldn’t. they won’t know things that they should. your strange children might survive, might even prosper, might take wives and husbands and have children of their own. but they will always be marked by their time away from your world.
-the price for pissing them off is always death. sometimes just you. sometimes your whole community.
-if you are very good, and very smart, and very brave, they will grant your wish.
I actually cried from happiness watching this. HUMANS! MOVIES! THE INTERNET! DANCING!
Bless you whoever made this, its wonderful!
It is physically impossible to have this on my dash and not watch and reblog.
I defy you to try.
Just when I thought I couldn’t love this song more…
is this from Club Vivid? I did not spot my Holy Trinity of Dance Movies (Step Up, Take the Lead, and Strictly Ballroom) but there was
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and Gregory Hines from White Knights and that made me glee!
with i am with much energy birthed??? i am grab finger??? I an granb finger??? I am gramb finger?? 9.9444/10 wow only been around 20 seconds and all my lfifes goals is aocomplished(they were all grab finger)
Welcome to my world of paper, light, dreams, and art! I am a full-time independent artist from Seattle and I discovered and started creating dreamboxes in March of 2016!
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The ultimate goal of a dreambox is to bring a little light into someone’s day with something beautiful that draws people into another world, even if it’s only for a moment. Each dreambox is created with a unique vision.
I hand draw and hand cut each original design. I also livestream the entire creation process of my dreamboxes via Twitch if you want to watch, hang out, and ask questions!
I can’t beliebe that in this the United States of America in the year of our Lord 2016 you can actually say “it was the Russians” about a real current event and not be wearing a tinfoil hat
OP has obviously never worked in a bureaucracy, in which technology advances much faster than the training of an aging workforce.
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Why didn’t the Rebels make more copies?
Seriously, could it kill them to make one more disk? Seems a little risky to go running around with a SINGLE COPY of the plans that can save the galaxy. Isn’t anyone worried they’re going to run into a stormtrooper with a giant magnet?
Why on earth is the file size of the plans so large?
A key plot point in Rogue One is that the file size is so large that they need to commandeer a giant antenna and knock out a planetary shield in order to upload the files. But for some reason they can send regular communications just fine without doing either of those things?
What on earth is being stored on that magnetic tape cassette? Is it 5000 .bmp images loaded into slides in Powerpoint with accompanying animations? Why is DEATH_STAR_final_final__FINAL.dwg.doc.gif.pdf so big?
terrifying monstrosity: who could possibly love me when I am a terrifying monstrosity me, stretched out on the table in front of them with a rose between my teeth: well
OK, no parent should outlive their child. Period. But if they do, doing it for only one day? This universe is broken.
Carrie Fisher and her mom Debbie Reynolds, who recently passed away just one day apart, didn’t always have a smooth relationship. “I found it difficult to share my mother with her adoring fans who treated her like she was part of their family,” said Fisher while presenting her mother with a lifetime achievement award at the Screen Actors Guild Awards.
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Still, the two screen legends grew closer in the years before their deaths, and when Fisher died, aged 60, from a heart attack on December 27th, TMZ reported that Reynold’s parting words to her son, Todd, were, “I miss her so much. I want to be with Carrie.” Just fifteen minutes later, Reynolds suffered a fatal stroke at the age of 84. In tribute to this much-loved, and much-missed duo, see below for a heartwarming and occasionally heartbreaking collection of photographs of mother and daughter throughout the years. (h/t: vintage everyday)
Pop singer Eddie Fisher and actor Debbie Reynolds in the first picture with daughter, Carrie, who was born on 21 October 1956
‘Who’s more famous than Debbie and Eddie? C-3PO and Darth Vader,’ Fisher said in the same 1983 interview. Eddie Fisher was one of the most successful pop artists of the 1950s; the pair divorced in 1959. Reynolds/Fisher family in 1956
Debbie Reynolds with her daughter Carrie Fisher, 23 months old, smiles as she leaves the house September 9, 1958 to visit friends in Los Angeles, California. Husband Eddie Fisher and Miss Reynolds later revealed their separation
Reynolds and Fisher on the set of Say One For Me in 1959. Fisher said: ‘My mother would get up in the morning as my mother, and then she’d go into this big closet she had … she’d go in on this end as my mom, and she’d come out the other end as Debbie Reynolds. It was like a car wash for celebrities.’ quote from Oprah Winfrey Show in 2011
Actress Debbie Reynolds and daughter Carrie have contrasting expressions prior to boarding an American Airlines jet at LaGuardia Airport here, June 3, 1959. Debbie was en route to Hollywood to complete scenes for a new movie
Reynolds is pictured in 1959 with both her children while she works long hours on the set of Say One For Me, so that she can fly to Spain and start filming another movie, “It Started with a Kiss”
Carrie and Todd Fisher and Debbie Reynolds at the opening of the musical Irene at Minskoff Theater in New York, 1973. In 1977, Carrie Fisher would make her breakthrough in Star Wars. ‘People used to call her Debbie Reynolds’ daughter,’ her mother later said. ‘Now they call me Princess Leia’s mother!’
