Animal Gaits for Animators by Stephen Cunnane
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Animal Gaits for Animators by Stephen Cunnane
See how this swan is holding its left leg? Is this normal, or sign of injury or deformity? #2017 #beooklyn #prospectpark #birds http://ift.tt/2w1sCxn
The Perfect Explanation of Privilege – In One Powerful Punchline
“The Pencilsword” is a comic strip by Toby Morris, an illustrator from New Zealand. His most recent comic, “On a Plate” hits hard at the heart of the issues of concerning wealth and privilege.
How many times have you heard the “I’ve never been handed anything on a platter” argument in regard to social security and other social benefits?
Toby wrecks this argument by showing how two children can grow up, be loved and supported, and yet still have two very different outcomes.
Make sure to follow all the way to the end for the powerful punchline. This comic is an increasingly sad reality for far too many of this nation’s children and families.
Reblogged from the source since someone deleted the text at the bottom.
this is so amazing
Not gonna lie this got me a bit emotional.
I’ve been thinking about this comic recently and suddenly it came up on my dash. It still hits me hard.
yea, but dats life. shit happpens cuz
Harry Dean Stanton, Repo Man (1984)
A lovely story about Romney/Ryan.
Lawn Order: A Parody
"In the household landscaping business, the plants are represented by two separate yet equally important groups. The gardeners who weed out crime, and the chemists who develop new weed-killers. These are their stories. Dunk-dunk"
ROOF GARDEN, MANHATTAN
Logan: "Ok, what have we got?" Victim: "Crabgrass! I spent my whole life trying to beautify the world with plants, and someone infests my lawn with crabgrass! it's KILLED my lilac shrub!!" Briscoe: "Ok, Johnny Appleseed, this officer will take your statement...."
FORENSIC LAB: "dunk-dunk" Logan: "Ok, so if it's not crabgrass what is it?" Lab Tech: "Kudzu. Asian plant. Originally grown to prevent soil erosion. Now it's gone wild. Not really its fault. No natural predators." Briscoe: "yeah, well, I should introduce it to my first wife."
OFFICE OF CHIEF CHEMIST ADAM SCHIFF:"dunk-dunk" Adam: "It's just a weed, make a deal and let it go." Jack:"And let it infect other lawns?" Adam: "Its purpose is to prevent soil erosion!" Jack: "Sometimes you can take a good purpose to an extreme!"
COURTROOM PART 34 "dunk-dunk" Jack: "You admit you spread rhizomes throughout the soil?" Kudzu:" Yes sir. it's how I prevent the soil from eroding." Jack:"Even if your rhizomes strangle another plant's roots?" Kudzu:"It's genetic determinism."
OFFICE OF CHIEF CHEMIST ADAM SCHIFF:"dunk-dunk" Adam:"Genetic determinism! Do we have a bunch of monkeys at typewriters creating your briefs? Make a deal." Jack: "It's kudzu, Adam." Adam: "And a jury will never convict."
OFFICE OF ASSISTANT CHIEF CHEMIST JACK MC COY:"dunk-dunk" Jack:"Plant two, you do the max." Kudzu:"Are you kidding? Assualt, I walk. Or I take my chances with a jury who has had it up to here with field erosion. I'm a hero to them, Mr McCoy. "
ELEVATOR BANK:"dunk-dunk" Claire: "You can't win them all. Want to come over and help me fertilize my minature peach tree?" Jack:"I'm afraid my pistil contol won't be much good tonight."
Executive producer: Dick Wolfbane (written August 1999)
*Blade Runner, Feb 14, 2016
Today is replicant Pris' incept date in Blade Runner.
(via Donald Trump)
STAN FREBERG - Green Christmas (1958) - A Classic!
Ready your doomsday shelters — the apocalypse is nigh! Well, at least theoretically possible, but that’s enough to send a chill down the spine. In this
David A. Hardy
New Howard Waldrop collection: sf's master of the short story #8yrsago
Old Earth Books has put together a wonderful collection of short stories by one of science fiction’s great masters, Howard Waldrop. Waldrop writes the funniest, most bent short sf you’ve ever read (“Night of the Cooters” retells War of the Worlds, but as though the Martians had touched down in a rough-and-tumble Texas town). I was weaned on his collections. The new book, Things Will Never Be the Same, collects stories from 1980 to 2005, running the gamut from alternate history to comedy to just flat-out Waldroppian weirdness.
Link
Old Earth Books’s page with other Waldrop books
http://boingboing.net/2007/03/18/new-howard-waldrop-c.html
Being gay is natural? Okay.
You have three islands. Divide them into groups of one. The straight island, the gay island, and the lesbian island. The straight island is going to reproduce and keep going strong for millions of generations to come. The gay and lesbian islands will both wipe out in not even one century. This isn’t just about religion or morals, it’s just simple common sense. Being gay is unnatural, and not just because God said so, but because you yourself wouldn’t even be born without a REAL natural man and woman. And no, there is no such thing as a lesbian bone marrow “thing” to have children. That’s a biased fact that came from a lesbian scientist who has false opinions. If it’s not a real penis or vagina, then it’s fucking false and you’re just opinionated by dumb facts. I’m done here. Read over what I said and if you still think that being gay is normal and natural, then I hope you achieve some common sense one day. Bye
Where is this gay island located.. asking for a friend
I just have SO MANY questions. Why were we all separated onto different islands? Did the government sanction this? If so, why? Why didn’t we revolt against this tyrannical government? Where are these islands? How were they chosen? Are the continents of the world abandoned? What kind of resources are on each island? Are they the same or different? Does each island have a right to form its own government or does the government that segregated us still rule? If so, what island do they rule from and how do they communicate with the other two islands? If they can communicate with the other two islands, can all three islands communicate with each other? If the straight people keep reproducing, won’t their island become overpopulated and their resources depleted? Islands only have so much space right? Do straight people stop having gay kids? Isn’t it a fact that, to date, straight people are the largest manufacturers of gay kids? If a gay kid is born on straight island, do they get sent to their appropriate island? Wouldn’t that aid in the re-population of gay and lesbian island? What about people who are attracted to more than one gender? Are they just lost at sea, floating aimlessly? Is the ocean full of listless pansexuals, floating nowhere? Or are they trapped in some sort of purgatory because they don’t fit on any one island? Are there trees on lesbian island? Is it conceivable that if there were, a large group of lesbians could build a boat? Have you ever seen lesbians around timber? If they built a boat, could they travel to gay island? How far apart are the islands? If they could travel to gay island, would they be able to collect semen, return to lesbian island, and repopulate the island? Would they be able to send some of those children to gay island? Do trans people exist in this world? If so, wouldn’t they be able to aid in repopulation? If the lesbians decided to declare war on the heterosexuals, would they be able to reach their island? On the way to heterosexual island, could the lesbians pick up the gays and scoop the floating bisexuals from the sea? If so, would they all be able to go and attack heterosexual island together, wiping out its people’s, stealing its children and taking all its resources? Does this fantasy world get you off at night? Please write back soon!
Speaking up from the pansexual archipelago: I too have these questions
Checking in from bisexual bay: The boats are nearly complete and are equipped with a special invisibility function. We attack at dawn
Fuck the questions, lemme on that boat, I’m coming with you
*random ace just floating away into the sky like a balloon*
I am so here for an asexual sky nation. We live in floating cities and master the wind currents. Newly minted ace youths are sent up to us in baskets suspended under hot air balloons. We breed giant birds to bear us through the skies, or else build ourselves wings and gliders to fly in their midst. The only land we know are the tallest mountain peaks and the world is a bright blue gem spreading out beneath us.
(And we will of course be providing air support for the impending attack on Straight Island)
OP’s nasty-ass post got turned into a goddamn sci-fi dystopian adventure and I’m so here for it.
oh my god Bisexual Buccaneers from Both-Ways Bay is both a porn tile and my new life goals
i’m an asexual homoromantic does this make me our young heroine torn between worlds
You spend part of your time on lesbian island, learning the stories, and traditions, and part of your time in the vast floating asexual cities, training with your eagle so that you can one day become one of the chosen few: the messengers, who carry letters and passengers between islands, jumping the heterosexual blockades. When you enter this select group, you’re assigned the job of collecting reports from spies pretending to heterosexual on straight island, flying in at the dead of night, risking discovery to collect vital intelligence. You fall in love with a pansexual girl who’s chosen to hide her orientation so she can aid the Resistance. At the climax of the novel, you swoop down from above on your giant eagle to rescue your lady love from a frenzied mob. As straight island burns in the background, you share a chaste kiss and cuddle while discussing the possibility of a mountain-top pansexual outpost.
IT CAME BACK AROUND AND IT GOT BETTER!
No news yet
Here’s why I’m assuming Leon was still in Alabama when he wrote to Elly in December 1942:
No news yet on my getting out of here together with the rest. It may be that this group will leave now and a second group sometime in the near future so we all just have to wait in all.
Meanwhile hang on to your job and if Bill can offer you another one I’d urge you to keep it “on the fire”.
Elly was still in DC, and the only reason I can think of that she would have been considering quitting is the possibility of being closer to Leon. But why would she do that if he was about to be stationed elsewhere? It seems likely that they were both waiting to find out where he’d be sent next. And it’s interesting that being sent outside the US didn’t seem to be on the table, at least not right then.
This life’s hard, but it’s harder if you’re stupid.
George V. Higgins, The Friends of Eddie Coyle (via kadrey)