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It's my 11 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳
A blogger from China built a miniature cat house inside his wife's pet store.
The animals have their own elevator, mini-TV, forge, bedroom and even a full bathroom with running water.
New Doctor Who Title Sequence
Wow. This is just a little confusing for those of us who used to watch "Doctor Who" right after "The Polka-Dot Door." Sorry; did I say 'confusing?' I meant 'TERRIFYING.'
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‘The Gallifreycrumb Tinies’ Edward Gorey-style Doctor Who parody by savethewailes
Let me tell you a story. The day after Columbine, I was interviewed for the Tom Brokaw news program. The reporter had been assigned a theory and was seeking sound bites to support it. “Wouldn’t you say,” she asked, “that killings like this are influenced by violent movies?” No, I said, I wouldn’t say that. “But what about ‘Basketball Diaries’?” she asked. “Doesn’t that have a scene of a boy walking into a school with a machine gun?” The obscure 1995 Leonardo Di Caprio movie did indeed have a brief fantasy scene of that nature, I said, but the movie failed at the box office (it grossed only $2.5 million), and it’s unlikely the Columbine killers saw it. The reporter looked disappointed, so I offered her my theory. “Events like this,” I said, “if they are influenced by anything, are influenced by news programs like your own. When an unbalanced kid walks into a school and starts shooting, it becomes a major media event. Cable news drops ordinary programming and goes around the clock with it. The story is assigned a logo and a theme song; these two kids were packaged as the Trench Coat Mafia. The message is clear to other disturbed kids around the country: If I shoot up my school, I can be famous. The TV will talk about nothing else but me. Experts will try to figure out what I was thinking. The kids and teachers at school will see they shouldn’t have messed with me. I’ll go out in a blaze of glory.” In short, I said, events like Columbine are influenced far less by violent movies than by CNN, the NBC Nightly News and all the other news media, who glorify the killers in the guise of “explaining” them. I commended the policy at the Sun-Times, where our editor said the paper would no longer feature school killings on Page 1. The reporter thanked me and turned off the camera. Of course the interview was never used. They found plenty of talking heads to condemn violent movies, and everybody was happy.
Roger Ebert (via taona)
Healing Newtown, Connecticut, U.S.A.
Below, I have posted a commentary on the recent violence in Connecticut. Please reblog with words of love and support for the families who have suffered such a horrible loss. Hopefully, we can expand their community and bring them close to our hearts, and help the healing process.
If you want to read up on the news report itself, go to www.cbc.ca
Thank you.
A Commentary on the Recent Violence Against Schoolchildren
Shattered.
It isn't fair!
What feeble words. The radio was playing at work yesterday, and I heard the news. And I wept. I wept as I worked. I didn't have the luxury to stop working so that I might weep; but I had the luxury to keep working so that for short periods of time, I might escape the emptiness in the pit of my heart.
On Friday, 14 December, 2012, children in two countries across the world from each other had their peaceful lives sacrificed to the whims of two selfish madmen. These men came to their schools specifically. They came with violent intent to a building whose sole purpose is to benefit children. Their target of violence was children.
Just before 8am, in the village of Chenping, Guangshan county, in Henan, China, a 36-year old man stabbed and injured 22 children and an adult. Of these twenty-two children, nine were hospitalised, seven locally, and two out-of-county for more advanced treatment. Thankfully, none of the children were killed.
At around 9:30am, in Newtown, Connecticut, U.S.A., a 20-year old man, after killing his mother, broke into the school where she worked as a substitute teacher and shot and killed 20 children and 6 adults. He then killed himself.
Those children in China, with their families and friends, have a chance to rebuild their peaceful lives.
Not so those children in the United States.
I have not the love, or patience, kindness or forgiveness of a saint. I have the hurt and anger of a parent, who is feeling broken for the parents of those children. What could be more heart-rending than the loss of one's child? One's precious little one? A sister? A brother? Grandchild? Cousin? Friend? Student? The loss of that little life, so perfect in its innocence, the vivaciousness of doing those little, naughty things to test boundaries, the complete absorbtion of imagination to the exclusion of all else, including being called to supper four times already? What? Tell me what could be worse. The rest of the world can go to Hell, for all that I care but for the sake of children! I know, I know. That makes no sense at all, for if the world is that messed-up, how could it be any place worthy of our children? But share with me, this expression of horror, and forgive me my vengeful hatred: I hope the Chinese man suffers horribly for what he has done to the children of his neighbours. I wish the American man who attacked those children were still alive to suffer the torment of the consequences of his violence. I am feeling a deep hatred for them both, and no forgiveness at all. And the hatred hurts. I must leave the forgiveness of these two men to the saints and to God, for I haven't the strength or will for it.
This season, and always, please remember the families who lost their little ones. As we celebrate a season dedicated to family and loved ones, togetherness and hope, the triumph of Light over Dark, of giving and forgiveness; send your thoughts of love and comfort to them. They need all the strength they can get.
Dedicated to the children and families of Chengping, Henan, China; and to the children and families of Newtown, Connecticut, U.S.A.
December, 2012.
My facts source: CBC News; www.cbc.ca
Rose was so shocked the first time she saw 10 because she could’ve sworn she’d seen that face before.
Don't worry, Rose; he's not just some Holiday drunk...
The Only Game
The bolded sections represent quotes from the criticism he received. All the z-snaps are in order.
Your characters are unrealistic stereotpyes of political correctness. Is it really necessary for the sake of popular sensibilities to have in a fantasy what we...
Am going to have to find this now so I can read it; Sounds awesome!
kaspall.com
Last night I wrote and posted a review on a really cool webcomic by Lucy Lyall called "Kaspall."
I deliberately did not give a synopsis, nor did I refer to any of the characters. I want no spoilers for you. When I started reading "Kaspall" it was with no knowledge of its content.
I enjoyed going into it like that. If you read my review, you will start with more information than I did, but hopefully I won't ruin that "blank slate" feeling too much.
You can also decide not to read my review, and go directly to "Kaspall" itself. Either way, "Kaspall" is an excellent work, and definitely worth your while.
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so sick of hipster stuff on my dash, i don’t cARE ABOUT PICTURES OF CHILDREN STARING AT NOTHING LIKE WHAT IS THE POINT OF A PHOTO OF A KID STARING AT NOTHING omfG
Oh look, you took a black and white photo of a little boy in the park you must be so broody and mysterious.
Wait I don’t get it what is the kid looking at? There isn’t anything there.
wait AM I THE ONLY ONE WHO SEES THAT
Sees what? The kid? Cuz there’s nothing else there.
In other news, those trees look lovely
Why is the kid even looking fascinated? There is nothing there at all.
Fellow parents, beware the sugar-coma. Seriously; if you don't want your kid staring off into space like this, you really ought to curb the sugar-intake!
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A comic my mum drew about us. Our names ARE NOT “Rosie and Sophia”, that’s our comic personifications. (I’m Sophia)
I really do love this.
Whyyy, thankgyooo..!
This won’t make sense if you don’t read QC, but it’s pretty damn great.
Oh, hyes! The turkeys, they are making the funniest! They are the Champions of the Feathery Peoples!
Webcomic Review: "Kaspall" by Lucy Lyall
This weekend, I was sick in bed with a nasty cold. I will spare you the particulars, but to fill my time when I was unable to sleep, I read the entire archives of a webcomic called "Kaspall," by Lucy Lyall.
The artwork is, in short, beautiful. It is done entirely in black-and-white by hand; pencilled, then inked, on paper and then scanned. Its richness would be lost if it were ever colourised.
"Kaspall" is, simply put, a murder mystery. But there is nothing simple in the setting, details, or characters. Very rarely do I read something that takes me by surprise and makes me pause and think "hm. That was interesting," or "wuh! That was creepy!" There is a natural flow of details that is entirely realistic in its mundane occurrence of day-to-day life. We create a habit of existence that is shattered when a grisly murder happens upon our doorstep (or down the street, over a-ways), not so much because of the violence of the crime itself, but because of those selfsame little details that were there, all along, completely unnoticed by us until the police come 'round, asking their questions.
For a long time, it has not been the Poirots or the Sherlocks that have given me frissons beyond that of a fictional escape. They absolve me of intellectual responsibility, and I am as a balloon, wafting on the currents. Their stories have become aloof and otherworldly. Even when I have tried to solve crimes alongside Mr Holmes (as it were), rarely do I solve the mystery. And it is certainly not because of the clues that are glaringly clear to him. These have become obscure to me due to the writing itself (where the details are not fully revealed until the end of the story), or because of the cultural differences of the passage of eras.
Give me stories like "Kaspall," where I am able to piece the clues together for myself, even if I am a couple of paces behind. Give me a story that makes me feel part of this world, with thoughts that matter; that makes me feel I am doing something productive with my mind, even if I get the answers wrong in the end.
im gonna try again.
wont b as good, im sure, but... fukkit.