George Takei responds to “traditional” marriage fans.
George Takei is flawfree.
OMG PLEASE TELL ME WHERE THIS ISLAND OF MEN IS THANKS AHAHAHAH MY HERO
this brightened my day my GOD George Takei is the fucking best.
I don’t know what’s worse:
That people have these feelings
That nstring together a simple sentence.
George Takei is such an amazing human being.
I just laughed for a minute straight.
mustardhills: My bird, Cinnamon. We call her Beepers ‘cause she beeps.
i literally cannot with this bird
Not complaining though. Meow!
pals together again
Say hi to Jim for us, Ray.
Ray Manzarek died today. The world has lost a bright soul.
All these deaths of musicians I love and admire has me thinking — well, knowing — it’s inevitable that unless I die first, I’ll wake up one morning and see on the TV or Internet or whatever we use to get the news, “David Bowie Dead at ___.” “David Gilmour Dies at ___.” Robert Plant, or Jimmy Page, and Mick Jagger, and Ann Wilson and Dusty Springfield and Joni Mitchell and all the musicians that pulled me out of the barren musical wasteland that I inhabited in middle school.
I don’t want to think about it, but someday I’ll have to.
finally done the story of the “virgin” mary and her immaculate conception for my sequential art final. very happy with how this came out/that it’s finished.
this is beautiful, good job!
This is actually how I said it probably happened.
I just laughed myself into space
I just almost spilled tea all over my keyboard. Well done.
Spanish fashion designer invents cloths-spray
THIS IS THE RADDEST THING I HAVE EVER SEEN IN MY ENTIRE LIFE
this seems like the most useful thing ever, forget clothing. Watch the video.
It’s time to take body painting seriously.
Week 2, Run 3: Ascending Mt. Jefferson
I was supposed to end W2 on Saturday, but I took a packing to the knee. (It took literally all day to pack up my room, even with roommate help at the end.) Then Sunday was spent driving from Ohio to New Jersey, and I was completely drained by the end. Cursing myself for not waking up earlier on Saturday, I set out for my first run in my hometown, a small town about 45 minutes west of New York City.
Then I remembered that my part of town is on the base of a mountain. Granted, It’s a tiny mountain. Forget Colorado; anyone from Western MA or Vermont would laugh at me for calling little Orange Mountain a mountain. (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Watchung_Mountains SEE IT HAS A WIKIPEDIA PAGE IT’S A MOUNTAIN.) It is tiny. But to my legs, which have grown used to Oberlin, (Ohio = all of the flat) any sort of hill is Everest.
I avoided the hills for the first part of my run, mainly running on the long roads that go across the hilly streets. But then, I had to get back to my house, and I had two options; I could extend the route so I could go through a valley road and my run time would run out, and I would then walk up the hill on Virginia Road to the ridge road, or I could try to run up Jefferson St., which is most decidedly uphill, to the ridge road. I was trying to decide when Rebellion (Lies) came up on shuffle. Looked like I was running the hill!
So, Mt. Jefferson? Piece of cake for little me? Not quite. I didn’t make it all the way up the hill before the run time ran out - more like 2/3s of the way - and I considered pressing on to the top, but my body told me that was quite enough hill running for the day and to enjoy my cool down. My face was quite red when I looked in the mirror after getting home.
New goal: run up Jefferson or St. Lawrence (a hill of similar incline) without stopping. Then to do it without getting tired. I will take this mountain!