Cozy Inn on Washington Street, Junction City, Kansas, in 1977 and in 2026.
From old roadside pics.
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Cozy Inn on Washington Street, Junction City, Kansas, in 1977 and in 2026.
From old roadside pics.
I keep thinking about that post about the whole genre of movies about a white guy getting into an asian philosophy, matrial art etc and then proceeding to surpass his teacher and be the best ever at it, and I started thinking about the opposite of it.
 I want a movie about a chinese dude who comes to Finland, downs an entire bottle of Koskenkorva, tries to fight a nearby cow and ends up lying face down in a ditch while sobbing about his ex wife and having like 5 finnish dudes staring at him in awe like
 âThatâs him. Thatâs the chosen one.â
The 5 finnish dudes bring him home with them. The next day, the chinese dude wakes up on the couch with a mighty hangover.  He turns on the TV and for the first time in his life sees Moomintroll. Instant spiritual bonding experience. Overcome with emotion, he begins to sing an ode to Snufkin in a high clear tenor voice. The 5 finnish dudes hastily call their live-in wise old mentor.  âYes,â says the mentor after watching chinese dude for a few minutes.  âThe prophecy was true. This is the chosen one. This manâŠwill be our 2020 Eurovision act.â
I love Tumblr keeps coming up with these hypotheticals where they go âhow would YOU like if someone made a movie about an ASIAN GUY becoming a great COWBOY or ROMAN CENTURION?â
And the response is always yeah, thatâd be awesome, weâd have no problem with that.
I want a movie where a rich spoiled Chinese kidâs jet crash lands in the middle of Texas, and heâs taken in by a retired gunslinger and taught the Way of the Cowboy. He goes on adventures where he fights evil Cowboys on high speed trains and stuff like that.
The sequel can have him fight high tech cyberpunk ninjas.
I love when my relationships with my coworkers are totally normal.
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Two boys practicing their swordplay, Harlem, 1939â1940.
Photo:Â Aaron Siskind via Smithsonian American Art Museum
I have a lot of pet peeves but I think the biggest one is when people say things like âoh itâs such a small town, only 35,000 peopleâ like bitch my town has 200 people, you need to pick a new adjectiveÂ
According to Wikipedia, a small town is 1,000-20,000 people. So although you are correct in stating that 35,000 people is not a small town (it is a large town), you are incorrect in thinking that you live in a town. You live in a village. You are a villager.
IâŠâŠ donât know what to do with that informationâŠâŠa villagerâŠ
i love how weird kids are. they make up the most bizarre stuff when left to their own devices and it's never what an adult would naively predict a kid would do in their imaginative play
my friend's 5 year old recently got a toy veterinary medicine set - it's super cool, like one of those mini play kitchens a lot of kids have, but it's set up to pretend to be a vet (it's this thing) - it has stuffed animals and things to weigh them, give them medicine, take x-rays, write on their charts, etc.
so this kid, who is five and to my knowledge has no experience in the administrative bureaucracy of modern healthcare, puts a stuffed pig named Piggy on the exam table. she pretends to draw blood from Piggy using a fake syringe, and the blood goes into a toy test tube vial that she calls "the resulter"
i'm playing with her, right, so i'm like, awesome, what are the results of Piggy's blood test? and she says "we have to send it to the scientists." so we send the vial to the scientists (put it in her bedroom) and when we get back to the vet playset i'm like awesome what did the scientists say? and she says they have not gotten back to us yet
so she rolls her eyes, exasperated, and says we have to call the scientists. she pretends to call them. apparently, they tell her that Piggy's blood test is "at the bottom of the list" and "we have to WAIT." she frowns. we wait a bit longer and call them back. they tell us it will be a while! she says we should go ask the scientists in person so we go back to her bedroom and she inquires at this imaginary lab, at which point the scientists yell at her and tell her now they will make us wait even longer!
keep in mind she is 100% directing this play. she is making all this up. she is fully in control of this game, and she has decided that what we are going to pretend is that we are dealing with this exhausting nonsense, not actually treating Piggy.
finally the blood tests come back. they are inconclusive. the scientists do not know what is wrong with Piggy. the little girl walks back to the stuffed pig on the exam table, sighs deeply, and says in a very serious voice "we can never help you."
i'm obsessed with this kid. when given complete control over a make believe scenario, instead of becoming the heroic rescuer administering effective cures, she is instead a beleaguered vet making multiple calls to an overworked lab only to be left unable to help her patient.
10/10 no notes. kids are amazing
having anxiety is like being given permanent unwanted custody of a halter arabian. like okay buddy is it panic time again. cool you probably need more exercise and an apple and then maybe you'll calm down.
taking my stupid walks for my stupid mental health with my stupid hypervigilant brain horse
thoroughly enjoying the notes on this post because it's equal parts people with anxiety going "yeah that's what it's like" and people with arabians going "yeah that's what they're like"
haven't been to a mooseheads game in person for over a year and apparently they made some changes to the arena.... the main one being a gigantic moose bust that flashes red eyes and shoots smoke out it's nose when we score
update: it's eyes turn green when the other team has a penalty
THE GREAT MOOSE HAS DECLARED A POWER PLAY
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In one of my film classes last semester we had to tell a story in 3 pictures for a mini assignment so my friend and I did this
Happy 10 year anniversary to this post!
you solve the mystery of what to have for dinner one night and you think "hell yeah case closed forever" WRONG there is a dinner mystery the next night too
ok so many people in the notes are talking about meal planning and leftovers and no. thats not what this is about.
leftovers and meal plans dont matter
dinner mystery isn't "i dont have food" its "what will my brain and/or body allow me to eat rn?" and thats a much more complex mystery than either lefties or planning can solve
I bet it feels soooooo good to be a construction worker on a completely closed off chunk of road
This makes me literally so happy
I just laughed for one year watching this. The casual walk-off is just deadly.
i just love him so much
The different poses really got me đ
The X-Files Terms of Endearment | 6.07
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The reason the heroes are always so easily able to infiltrate the bad guyâs secret base isnât because evil minions are stupid. I mean, they may well be, but thatâs not why.
Rather, itâs because effective operational security depends on establishing and enforcing norms. No behaviour is suspicious in the abstract; that judgment can only be made with reference to some accepted code of conduct.
And if youâre a minion? You basically have no point of reference, because working for an evil overlord is, scientifically speaking, weird as hell.
You had to fight a giant squid as part of your orientation. Youâre pretty sure Alice over in engineering is a version of you from a parallel universe, but neither of you have ever had the guts to bring it up. Your supervisor wears a horned helmet in the goddamn break room.
So when youâre confronted with that ânew hireâ whoâs really, really obviously three raccoons in a trenchcoat, youâve gotta ask yourself: is this⊠normal? Should I be reporting this to someone?
More importantly, do I want to make this my problem?
And for those who make it as minions, the answer very quickly becomes no, no I do not.