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āscientists donāt want you knowā is a phrase that always cracks me up because if you actually meet a scientist they will be shaking and crying like an overstimulated chihuahua with the need to let you know
they should have leftist infighting as an event at the next olympics
no the fuck they shouldn't and it's liberals like you that are tearing us apart
holy shit, a gold medalist
Moon Joy - the Artemis crew take time out for a group hug inside the Orion spacecraft on their way home
every time i listen to āyouāre a mean one mr. grinchā i canāt help but sit there and think āwhat did the grinch do to hurt you?ā because dude just stands there for 2 minutes and 58 seconds and drags the grinch into the dirt
he stole christmas, kayla! stop with your #notallgrinches propaganda!
you know what if someone told me i was a three-decker sauerkraut and toadstool sandwich with arsenic sauce iād probably be bitter enough to steal christmas tooĀ
Interestingly, though The Grinch Who Stole Christmas is narrated by Boris Karloff, the big musical number is sung by the late Thurl Ravenscroft - an American voice actor better known as the voice of Tony the Tiger.
My headcanon is that the Grinch and Tony the Tiger had a bad breakup, and āYouāre a Mean One, Mr. Grinchā is the resulting breakup song.
Did this really HAVE to be the first thing I see when I opened up Tumblr?
Yes.
oh god theres art
@altadude you know what must be done.
ive been avoiding reblogging this honestly but just. What the fuck. What the fuck tumblr
I apologize to all my followers for this
if i had to read this you do too
I have a hate-hate relationship with this
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Good grief⦠Iām sorry, but I canāt not reblog thisā¦
Tis the season bitches
DAMN IT WHY WOULD YOU BRING THIS BACK YOU HEATHEN
Why is this on my dash?
ā¦..Iām.. Bothered? by the fact that Iām not bothered by this.
Youāre not bothered?? Iām not only not bothered, Iām freaking invested. Iām having actual empathetic sadness for The Grinch. I want them to go into coupleās counseling. I want theĀ āten years laterā when Tony visits Whoville on business and meets the reformed Grinch whose heart has grown 3 times its usual size. I want them to reminisce over a shared dinner of roast beast and wine, then spend a drunken night together, then realize that maybe things are different and people really do change. I want a 3-act story where thereās a long dark night of soul searching and the realization that maybe weāve allĀ got a little bit of bad banana with greasy black peel inside us, but that doesnāt mean we canāt make a damned fine banana bread if someone will give us a chance.Ā
āmaybe weāve allĀ got a little bit of bad banana with greasy black peel inside us, but that doesnāt mean we canāt make a damned fine banana bread if someone will give us a chanceā is an incredibly profound quote and I did NOT expect to get it from a Grinch x Tony the Tiger post
every fucking year i have to see this on my dash please just let me fucking r e s t
Itās that time again.
@argumate
you verb noun?
You verb noun? You verb noun like the comparison? Oh!! Punishment for title! Punishment for amount of time!!!!
"Why must we Madonna/whore the vegetables?" is a phrase I just felt super glue itself in my lexicon immediately
Canāt wait to not sleep at all on September 11th
i know ur from the uk(?) but reading this as an american is really really funny
why š itās about twenty one pilots???? Their new album is out sep 12th????
THERE'S TWENTY ONE THIS TIME???
John Oliver gets it, as usual. AI Slop is one of the best episodes of Last Week Tonight I've seen so far. Gen AI is theft. Those who use it are not authors or artists, they're grifters profiting from real creatives.
one of my favourite Paintings EVER is that one w the 3 version of King Charlesā lookin contemplative bc it reminds me of that tweet of the girl like āSo many fakes i canāt even trust myself to be real with meā
is this not Modern art
absolutely enthralled by the idea that for turkeys, "investigate pretty shiny object" is a more innate instinct than "drink water to survive." Truly i may be a turkey at heart
the older I get, the more the technological changes I've lived through as a millennial feel bizarre to me. we had computers in my primary school classroom; I first learned to type on a typewriter. I had a cellphone as a teenager, but still needed a physical train timetable. my parents listened to LP records when I was growing up; meanwhile, my childhood cassette tape collection became a CD collection, until I started downloading mp3s on kazaa over our 56k modem internet connection to play in winamp on my desktop computer, and now my laptop doesn't even have a disc tray. I used to save my word documents on floppy discs. I grew up using the rotary phone at my grandparents' house and our wall-connected landline; my mother's first cellphone was so big, we called it The Brick. I once took my desktop computer - monitor, tower and all - on the train to attend a LAN party at a friend's house where we had to connect to the internet with physical cables to play together, and where one friend's massive CRT monitor wouldn't fit on any available table. as kids, we used to make concertina caterpillars in class with the punctured and perforated paper strips that were left over whenever anything was printed on the room's dot matrix printer, which was outdated by the time I was in high school. VHS tapes became DVDs, and you could still rent both at the local video store when I was first married, but those shops all died out within the next six years. my facebook account predates the iphone camera - I used to carry around a separate digital camera and manually upload photos to the computer in order to post them; there are rolls of undeveloped film from my childhood still in envelopes from the chemist's in my childhood photo albums. I have a photo album from my wedding, but no physical albums of my child; by then, we were all posting online, and now that's a decade's worth of pictures I'd have to sort through manually in order to create one. there are video games I tell my son about but can't ever show him because the consoles they used to run on are all obsolete and the games were never remastered for the new ones that don't have the requisite backwards compatibility. I used to have a walkman for car trips as a kid; then I had a discman and a plastic hardshell case of CDs to carry around as a teenager; later, a friend gave my husband and I engraved matching ipods as a wedding present, and we used them both until they stopped working; now they're obsolete. today I texted my mother, who was born in 1950, a tiktok upload of an instructional video for girls from 1956 on how to look after their hair and nails and fold their clothes. my father was born four years after the invention of colour televison; he worked in radio and print journalism, and in the years before his health declined, even though he logically understood that newspapers existed online, he would clip out articles from the physical paper, put them in an envelope and mail them to me overseas if he wanted me to read them. and now I hold the world in a glass-faced rectangle, and I have access to everything and ownership of nothing, and everything I write online can potentially be wiped out at the drop of a hat by the ego of an idiot manchild billionaire. as a child, I wore a watch, but like most of my generation, I stopped when cellphones started telling us the time and they became redundant. now, my son wears a smartwatch so we can call him home from playing in the neighbourhood park, and there's a tanline on his wrist ike the one I haven't had since the age of fifteen. and I wonder: what will 2030 look like?
My grandfather, who is 100, remembers his dadās accountant doing math on an abacus. Now he texts me ā<3ā on his flip phone.
when i was a little kid, my grandpa taught me how to type smileys on a macintosh from the 80s, which he knew how to do from learning it as a teen from telegraph operators. now discord fills emojis in for me on automatic...
still fuckin hate that ābee-free honeyā thatās made fromā¦ā¦ā¦ apples. bitch who you think sexed up those apples
A farmer, by hand and with love and care
wild bees still sexin em up when heās not looking
old mccuckhold had a farm it seems
kids these days are like āi need chat gpt to write an essay that would normally take 12 hours in 2ā but back in my day i did that all the time by using a little technique called āwriting some absolute bullshit.ā and yet i still walked away with a better essay and more critical thinking skills than i would get if i used chatgpt. write a bad essay that you started on the day it was due, but write it yourself.
alanna: gary I have a big secret to tell you
gary, internally: oh good, heās finally gonna come out to me! iām glad heās comfortable enough to tell me :) AND I can finally tease him about sleeping with the prince
alanna: gary iām a girl
gary: youāre WHAT
gary, coming to terms with the fact that prince jonathanās having a straight affair with his squire months after coming to terms with the fact that prince jonathanās having a gay affair with his squire:
Why is it?? That I can go through the whole day feeling fine and dandy but the second I lay down for bed impending doom settles on me?
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