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Jokes and their Relation to the Unconscious

Mon, 25 Jun 2012 13:16:38 +0100

Sigmund Freud had two white tigers. One of them attacked him.

yayponies: stackedcrooked: boysinperil: IT’S JUST A LITTLE...

Sun, 24 Jun 2012 13:23:02 +0100

stackedcrooked:

boysinperil:

IT’S JUST A LITTLE LAP DOG CAN I HAVE ONE PLEASE??

I miss having dogs roughly the size of small horses. They are the best for hugging.

IT’S SO BIG AND FLUFFY OMG

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Sat, 23 Jun 2012 14:00:22 +0100

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Fri, 22 Jun 2012 13:21:02 +0100

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Thu, 21 Jun 2012 13:22:20 +0100

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Wed, 20 Jun 2012 13:21:13 +0100

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Tue, 19 Jun 2012 13:14:32 +0100

"It was a procedure day at this clinic, so there were a ton of protesters outside. Suddenly, a woman..."

Mon, 18 Jun 2012 13:26:21 +0100

“It was a procedure day at this clinic, so there were a ton of protesters outside. Suddenly, a woman — this stately matron in a power suit — comes up to the group of protesters and yells, ‘EVERYBODY GET OUT OF MY WAY!! I HAVE A YEAST INFECTION!!’ and busts through them, pushing everyone aside, to get to the clinic entrance. Took any of the power out of the protesters. It was magnificent.”

- The Hair Pin, on Pro-Life protestors outside a Planned Parenthood (via fearofthederpsicle)

closetospring: dumbthingswhitepplsay: goddamnitreddas: dumbthi...

Sun, 17 Jun 2012 13:20:01 +0100

closetospring:

dumbthingswhitepplsay:

goddamnitreddas:

dumbthingswhitepplsay:

shoomlah:

Multiculturalism for Steampunk is starting up a weekly art challenge, and it looks promising. SO EXCITED. I’ve had a bunch of ideas for non-Western steampunk outfits floating around in my head, and it’s nice actually having a weekly deadline to motivate me to finish some of them.

This is pretty subtle in its steampunkery (read: no extranneous metal bits), but I was just trying to bring in a few western/Victorian elements to traditional Indian clothing- legomuttoned sleeves, the double breasted, collared choli, and adapting the churidar into buttoned spats.

…Also a sweet hat.

-C

i love the fuck out of this

I literally cannot pick out my favorite part of this
I am unable.
This is gorgeous

favorite part, that sweet ass look on her face

like yeah wut

this is gorrgeeoouss omg

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Sat, 16 Jun 2012 13:24:17 +0100

limefriend: thegoodsonisbad: billdixoncomedy: Growing As An...

Fri, 15 Jun 2012 13:29:00 +0100

limefriend:

thegoodsonisbad:

billdixoncomedy:

Growing As An Artist

By Bill Dixon

80% of the emails I receive through this website go as follows:

Q: No matter how hard I try I feel like I will never be a good [writer, musician, painter, cook, burlesque dancer, comedian, tap dancer, juggler, misogynist, cow tipper, cat collector, etc.] I really want to be good but I just feel like I will never get there. Did you go through a crisis of confidence? What should I do?

A:

The photo above represents a theory I have about artists:

Let (X) represent time in years (left to right: 0-10)

Let (Y) represent how awesome you are at your particular art form (bottom to top: “Someone please drown me in a urinal” to “I’m Awesome!)

The orange line represents the rate at which a majority of artists grow into their art form, or the Generalized Artistic Growth Rate.

The black line represents the artist’s perception of his or her art, or the Perceptive Rate of Growth.

So what does this mean to the aspiring artist?

If you think you are an amazing and talented individual, chances are you have not been participating in your artistic community for very long.

I call it the, “Dude, I could totally do that” phenomenon. It occurs in art galleries, restaurants, concert halls, and comedy clubs across the planet every day. Someone watching, listening to, tasting, or experiencing a piece of art leans over to a friend and says, “I could totally do that.”

“I could totally do that” is Day Zero. Now Day 1 is an important day:

Day 1 is the day you realize you don’t know what the fuck the word “aperture” means.

Day 1 is the day you figure out not to wear your nice jeans when you use oil paints.

Day 1 is the day you are holding an acoustic guitar over your head trying to bounce the pick out of the body for the 10th time that day.

Day 1 is the day you are scanning the thesaurus for synonyms for “happy.”

Day 1 is the day you realize most chefs don’t use microwaves.

Day 1 is the day you realize beat matching is fucking impossible.

Day 1 is the day you realize Photoshop takes up an unbelievable amount of space on your hard drive.

Day 1 is the day you gasp in horror when you find out how much the fluid head tripod for your video camera is going to cost.

Day 1 is the day you realize that you are not holding the microphone close enough to your face and it’s no matter because no one is laughing at your AIDS joke anyway.

Day 1 is the day you realize that those male ballet dancer “fags” could dead lift your Honda Civic.

Day 1 is the day you realize “I can totally do that” is an unbelievably naive statement.

Now the horrible irony, the overwhelming, earth shattering, bat shit crazy irony is there is only one statement that can get you to Day 2.

“Dude…I can totally do that.”

So if you think your work is shitty and contrived, and for some reason you still wake up with that nagging voice in your head saying, “I could totally do that,” I would say you are on the right track.

an absolutely wonderful read!

ahh yeah this is good stuff

twelvebats: peppers-pray: sharpest-asp: thecravinglife: Some...

Thu, 14 Jun 2012 13:19:02 +0100

twelvebats:

peppers-pray:

sharpest-asp:

thecravinglife:

Some fishing stories are a little hard to believe, But this guy has pictures to prove his story…

Tom Satre told the Sitka Gazette that he was out with a charter group on his 62-foot fishing vessel when four juvenile black-tailed deer swam directly toward his boat.
“Once the deer reached the boat, the four began to circle the boat, looking directly at us. We could tell right away that the young bucks were distressed.

I opened up my back gate and we helped the typically skittish and absolutely wild animals onto the boat. In all my years fishing, I’ve never seen anything quite like it!

“Once on-board, they collapsed with exhaustion, shivering. We headed for Taku Harbour. Once we reached the dock, the first
buck that we had been pulled from the water hopped onto the dock, looked back as if to say ‘thank you’ and disappeared into the forest.”

After a bit of prodding and assistance, two more followed, but the smallest deer needed a little more help (that’s him in the wheelbarrow).

My daughter, Anna, and son, Tim, helped the last buck to its feet. We didn’t know how long they had been in the icy waters or if there had been others who did not survive. My daughter later told me that the experience was something that she would never forget, and I suspect the deer felt the same way as well!”

From: Second Chance Ranch

A must read/see!

deer can swim, wth!?

Of course deer can swim. Hell, elephants swim. Most critters can, if not in their own way.

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Wed, 13 Jun 2012 13:22:58 +0100

dailyotter: Thanks, steamdragon!

Tue, 12 Jun 2012 13:23:01 +0100

dailyotter:

Thanks, steamdragon!

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Mon, 11 Jun 2012 13:24:01 +0100

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Sun, 10 Jun 2012 13:28:20 +0100

"You want a physicist to speak at your funeral. You want the physicist to talk to your grieving..."

Sat, 09 Jun 2012 13:22:00 +0100

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You want a physicist to speak at your funeral. You want the physicist to talk to your grieving family about the conservation of energy, so they will understand that your energy has not died. You want the physicist to remind your sobbing mother about the first law of thermodynamics; that no energy gets created in the universe, and none is destroyed. You want your mother to know that all your energy, every vibration, every Btu of heat, every wave of every particle that was her beloved child remains with her in this world. You want the physicist to tell your weeping father that amid energies of the cosmos, you gave as good as you got.

And at one point you’d hope that the physicist would step down from the pulpit and walk to your brokenhearted spouse there in the pew and tell him that all the photons that ever bounced off your face, all the particles whose paths were interrupted by your smile, by the touch of your hair, hundreds of trillions of particles, have raced off like children, their ways forever changed by you. And as your widow rocks in the arms of a loving family, may the physicist let her know that all the photons that bounced from you were gathered in the particle detectors that are her eyes, that those photons created within her constellations of electromagnetically charged neurons whose energy will go on forever.

And the physicist will remind the congregation of how much of all our energy is given off as heat. There may be a few fanning themselves with their programs as he says it. And he will tell them that the warmth that flowed through you in life is still here, still part of all that we are, even as we who mourn continue the heat of our own lives.

And you’ll want the physicist to explain to those who loved you that they need not have faith; indeed, they should not have faith. Let them know that they can measure, that scientists have measured precisely the conservation of energy and found it accurate, verifiable and consistent across space and time. You can hope your family will examine the evidence and satisfy themselves that the science is sound and that they’ll be comforted to know your energy’s still around. According to the law of the conservation of energy, not a bit of you is gone; you’re just less orderly. Amen.

”

- Aaron Freeman “You Want A Physicist To Speak at your Funeral”

(source: npr)

“We who mourn continue the heat of our own lives”. Damn.

(via lonelyheartsdeathmetal)

chronicillnesscat: [Image 1: An iPad 2 case] [Image 2: The same...

Fri, 08 Jun 2012 13:26:17 +0100

chronicillnesscat:

[Image 1: An iPad 2 case]

[Image 2: The same case, filled with pills and inhalers

[Image 3: Chronic Illness Cat, text reads “What? Its a tablet holder”]

metatxt: captainjanewaysexual: miraradak: Maleficent by...

Thu, 07 Jun 2012 13:21:30 +0100

metatxt:

captainjanewaysexual:

miraradak:

Maleficent by *MattRhodes

Would have loved seeing her in this.

oooooh. this makes me want to roll a warlock? or hunter? (hmmmm) named Maleficent in warcraft….. that armor is sweeet.

fuckyeahsociallyawkwardpenguin: This may or may not have...

Wed, 06 Jun 2012 13:22:34 +0100

fuckyeahsociallyawkwardpenguin:

This may or may not have happened to me today with someone I kind of like.

I’m still not sure.