vmarinelli:

Hello, beautiful.

Holy shit! Press play—it’s amazing!

(Reblogged from vmarinelli)

jusky:

Shopping for pasta sauce has gotten so overwhelming…

Guys, I have an idea! We can become rich! Richer than the Bertollis, the Pregos and the Classicos! 

Get this…

SIX CHEESE PASTA SAUCE.

I know!

(Reblogged from jusky)

seerofdoom:

breevandetramp:

this is my favorite thing on the internet

Suddenly she seems a lot more interesting.

And the sordid truth comes out about Paris! 

Paris, you nerd.

(Source: cher420)

(Reblogged from sapphicsideshow)

Usually I’m not into heavy metal, but unique talents transcend genre.

denise-huxxtable:

huntingvoldemortinamobilelibrary:

if you don’t think this carries an important message about our society then you are what is wrong with human society today

And this is why when you see a post empowering and uplifting black women, do not invade it with “don’t you mean all women.” No, because this is not the reality of “all women.”

We need to help end these types of thoughts from ever entering a child’s mind. How this can be achieved is a mystery to me, but a good start might be not treating a large portion of our society like some kind of disease and instead treating them as human beings. Maybe that would be a start.

(Source: angrywocunited)

(Reblogged from sapphicsideshow)
This is scrapple. It’s a Delaware, Southern Jersey, Eastern Pennsylvania, Maryland thing. Picture what they don’t put in hot dogs…that’s scrapple. 
The spicing is amazing and it’s been known to be a replacement for genuine, real-life orgasms. You just can’t think about what’s in it while you’re eating it. Well, I’m over that part. I don’t care. It’s that good.

This is scrapple. It’s a Delaware, Southern Jersey, Eastern Pennsylvania, Maryland thing. Picture what they don’t put in hot dogs…that’s scrapple. 

The spicing is amazing and it’s been known to be a replacement for genuine, real-life orgasms. You just can’t think about what’s in it while you’re eating it. Well, I’m over that part. I don’t care. It’s that good.

Tomorrow.

I’ll wake up, blow snots from my nose and wipe them from my eyes. The coffee will noisily percolate as I mumble wishes and hopes for my hyperactive dog’s behavior. My tired arm will struggle to exert enough pull on the refrigerator door, and my morning will change. 

I have scrapple, jumbo eggs from a local farm, English muffins (well, English-American from what the manufacturing label indicates), and all the time to carefully crisp the scrapple in an iron pan. 

I don’t know what you guys are doing tomorrow morning, but if it doesn’t involve scrapple then I have you beat by a tasty mile. 

plemur:

coyotesqrl:

scottfriday:

wait for it.

Took me a second.

This is a historical document of the utmost importance. 
(I may write something about this later. God love him, but…gah!)

I spent four hours last night writing a post about the New York Dolls, The Ramones, Patti Smith, Morrissey, and The Stooges. I saved to drafts but drafts apparently disagreed with my 5,000 word opinion.
Highly condensed version:
I enjoyed The Smiths as a love sick and angsty 1980’s teen.
Morrissey is intelligent and highly talented.
His opinion is complete garbage.
Really, just about anything he spews out of his mouth when he’s not singing is infuriating. 
The New York Dolls were very good. No doubt about it. There is some of their stuff that seems to be highly derivative of Bowie and The Rolling Stones, but no one is completely original. Good music but not evolved enough for me to completely enjoy. 
I’m quite certain I’ll piss some people off with this next opinion. Patti Smith is complete garbage. I always have thought she was trying to be the new Jim Morrison. Her singing style in her early work was over modulated and not enjoyable. Her later work was hilariously bad, pretentious, and seemed to copy anything that was selling at the time. I will never comprehend what people are hearing when they cite Horses as an all-time great album. 
His snide dis of The Stooges made me chortle. The Stooges were concertmasters. No matter the heavy lick or reverberated menace they were pumping out, it was always clean music. They were highly talented musicians and songwriters. Listen to their early music and you will hear the next ten to twenty years of musical progression right there in the late sixties. Some riffs could be extracted and plugged whole into music released in the mid eighties to early nineties and it would still work wonderfully well. Truly musical genius.
The Ramones. One or two verses, lots of repetition, limited chords and still they made your teenage self feel re-energized and not alone in seeing the world as a degenerate, chaotic mess where hope for love and community still drove you forward. They could do all of that with twenty repeated words in under two minutes and seventeen seconds. They were endearing because they spoke and cried your secret anxieties. Simple truths and simple energy.
Morrissey’s contempt — seen here in the printed form — worked wonderfully in his music. The Smiths are best enjoyed on a rainy day, alone in a dimly lit room when everything in life is fighting you. The Ramones are the music you put on when it’s time to get out and join the world, no matter the struggle. 
Hey-oh, let’s go! (with a sponge and a rusty spanner)

plemur:

coyotesqrl:

scottfriday:

wait for it.

Took me a second.

This is a historical document of the utmost importance. 

(I may write something about this later. God love him, but…gah!)

I spent four hours last night writing a post about the New York Dolls, The Ramones, Patti Smith, Morrissey, and The Stooges. I saved to drafts but drafts apparently disagreed with my 5,000 word opinion.

Highly condensed version:

I enjoyed The Smiths as a love sick and angsty 1980’s teen.

Morrissey is intelligent and highly talented.

His opinion is complete garbage.

Really, just about anything he spews out of his mouth when he’s not singing is infuriating. 

The New York Dolls were very good. No doubt about it. There is some of their stuff that seems to be highly derivative of Bowie and The Rolling Stones, but no one is completely original. Good music but not evolved enough for me to completely enjoy. 

I’m quite certain I’ll piss some people off with this next opinion. Patti Smith is complete garbage. I always have thought she was trying to be the new Jim Morrison. Her singing style in her early work was over modulated and not enjoyable. Her later work was hilariously bad, pretentious, and seemed to copy anything that was selling at the time. I will never comprehend what people are hearing when they cite Horses as an all-time great album. 

His snide dis of The Stooges made me chortle. The Stooges were concertmasters. No matter the heavy lick or reverberated menace they were pumping out, it was always clean music. They were highly talented musicians and songwriters. Listen to their early music and you will hear the next ten to twenty years of musical progression right there in the late sixties. Some riffs could be extracted and plugged whole into music released in the mid eighties to early nineties and it would still work wonderfully well. Truly musical genius.

The Ramones. One or two verses, lots of repetition, limited chords and still they made your teenage self feel re-energized and not alone in seeing the world as a degenerate, chaotic mess where hope for love and community still drove you forward. They could do all of that with twenty repeated words in under two minutes and seventeen seconds. They were endearing because they spoke and cried your secret anxieties. Simple truths and simple energy.

Morrissey’s contempt — seen here in the printed form — worked wonderfully in his music. The Smiths are best enjoyed on a rainy day, alone in a dimly lit room when everything in life is fighting you. The Ramones are the music you put on when it’s time to get out and join the world, no matter the struggle. 

Hey-oh, let’s go! (with a sponge and a rusty spanner)

(Reblogged from plemur)
coyotesqrl:


scottfriday:

wait for it.

Took me a second.


This is a historical document of the utmost importance. 



(I may write something about this later. God love him, but…gah!)

coyotesqrl:

scottfriday:

wait for it.

Took me a second.

This is a historical document of the utmost importance. 

(I may write something about this later. God love him, but…gah!)

(Reblogged from coyotesqrl)
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I’m wary of bears for brute force reasons (I live in the woods where there are bear sightings constantly), but this guy is also either completely out of his mind, or it’s so clever that it’s actually disguising itself by walking like a human. 
Goddamned bears, the clever bastards.

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I’m wary of bears for brute force reasons (I live in the woods where there are bear sightings constantly), but this guy is also either completely out of his mind, or it’s so clever that it’s actually disguising itself by walking like a human. 

Goddamned bears, the clever bastards.

(Reblogged from redlemur)

adulthoodisokay:

serotonical:

buzzfeed:

BREAKING NEWS

I can see it now: KAIJU:ORIGINS

NOW ALL I CAN THINK ABOUT IS MUTANT RUSSIAN SPACE GECKOS BECOMING SENTIENT AND FINDING A WAY TO BREAK INTO A NEW DIMENSION AND FURTHER EVOLVING AND THEN COMING BACK TO EARTH AS KAIJUS WHAT HAVE YOU DONE

Okay, so you’re a scientist working for the Qe’druk global government in Sector 57. A mining drone was sent from collecting minerals in asteroids to investigate an unknown spacecraft. It tethered the craft and brought it to your little laboratory in the hinterlands of the empire. All precautions are taken with the finely crafted object. Security officers in thick, synthetic garb surround you with various plasma weapons ready to respond to any threats. You open a small hatch.

Inside, there are bunches of little lizards fucking.

Your life’s work, and all the work of your mighty empire seem to be a joke as you — and everyone in the room — realize that these little slimy bastards have mastered space travel. While fucking.

(Reblogged from tymethiefslongerthoughts)

cloudya:

My dad was arrested a few months ago.

That’s hard to say. It’s even harder to believe.

Out of the blue, some cops showed up at my dad’s door and told him someone had accused him of theft and assault. My dad was locked up. He was subjected to a full body search and put in a jail cell. He had to spend the night there while my family scrambled to make bail.

But here’s the thing: my dad was working at the time of the alleged crime. He’s a delivery person for a pharmaceutical company. He has his clients’ signatures and paperwork, as well as their verbal confirmations that they saw him, as evidence to back him up. He has his cell phone triangulation data which puts him nowhere near the alleged victim. Moreover, my dad is not a criminal. He’s not violent. He’s 65 years old. He’s a freaking vegan.

None of this matters. All you need in order to be arrested is an accusation. The police didn’t check my dad’s whereabouts or look into the feasibility of the accuser’s story. They didn’t care. The reality of the justice system is that you are guilty until you can prove yourself innocent.

And good luck with that because it’s going to cost you.  Bail fees, attorney fees, court fees – my dad has had to deal with all of them. And then, to make matters worse, his company fired him because he now has an arrest record.

What about the accuser?  It has since surfaced that he’s acquainted with of one of the men on my dad’s delivery route. This man was angry because my dad refused to leave deliveries on without obtaining a signature. My dad refused to do this because it’s against the law. He is required to get a signature. So this man concocted a way to teach my dad a lesson. He supplied his friend with my dad’s name and description, and he got him to tell a lie. A lie that has cost my dad his job, his savings, and his pride. A lie that is still hanging over him as court dates get pushed back and back and back.

The evidence is with my dad.  His case is open and shut. He is innocent. Unfortunately, prosecutors keep asking for and receiving more time to prepare. This has now dragged on for over 7 months. Until he gets his hearing, my dad is unable to work. He has to pay his lawyer’s retainer. He has to pay the mortgage. He has to make ends meet.

My dad has paid over $14,000 in legal fees. Now he’s unemployed and still owes upwards of $7500. My brother and I have given him everything we have. And still, the costs keep piling up. We are drowning.

I’ve started a fund to raise money for my dad. If you can donate just one dollar or two, it would help us out so much. If you can’t, please consider reblogging? Anything you can do – anything at all – would be incredibly appreciated.

The truth is that this isn’t the kind of thing you want to share with the world.  I don’t want to stand, hat-in-hand, before my friends and say, “help me.” But I have to. For my dad, who taught me that we do whatever we can to help the ones we love. He has always, always fought for me. So it’s my turn to fight for him.

(Reblogged from stereoforbrains)
Possible. But requires multiple sessions, and probably paying a lot of money because the skill required is not common. Worth the funds if you are paying a good artist. Do lots of investigation. LOTS.

I’ve been scouring portfolios for artists who have abnormally clear and crisp lines, but I’m not sure what other skills I should be looking for. Cost isn’t an issue—if I’m getting one piece of work, I want it perfect. I think I’d spend up to about a thousand (not sure if that’s a realistic figure for the work that would need to be done) if it’s done right.

I’ve thought that maybe the watercolor type artists may be the best bet, but I don’t know. 

For people with an intimate knowledge of tattoos

how hard would it be for an artist to pull of a pattern like this in a clean and beautiful manner? (band around upper forearm)

cwj replied to your post:Besides Outright Firing
Send out an email to everyone announcing the cctv system that was installed in the room last week.

Ha! I actually thought about starting a rumor that the security camera guys are coming.

Something like: “Guys, some security camera guys are coming in today to fix some playback issues we’ve been having on the stored indoor camera feed. If you see them can you let me know? I need to show them where to find the recording server.”