1. West on Taraval

    West on Taraval

  2. Community, Beauty, and Time

Scott makes me think…but, he also makes me feel….1

So, I made this because he made me feel.

And, also because I’d describe myself as a very visual person. Who appreciates beauty and positivity and journaling.

{hugs}





Speaking of time? Six minutes. High five. ↩

    Community, Beauty, and Time

    Scott makes me think…but, he also makes me feel….1

    So, I made this because he made me feel.

    And, also because I’d describe myself as a very visual person. Who appreciates beauty and positivity and journaling.

    {hugs}


    1. Speaking of time? Six minutes. High five. 

  3. theimpossiblecool:

Ms. Hepburn in full color. 

Jiminy.

    theimpossiblecool:

    Ms. Hepburn in full color. 

    Jiminy.

  4. Stuff No One Told Me ( but I have to post it here or aliens will kill me ): 42

    Stuff No One Told Me ( but I have to post it here or aliens will kill me ): 42

  5. It’s sunny and warm in the Sunset at 8 am. Did someone kill a clown?

    — @madmann

  6. adamisacson:

Garr Reynolds reimagines “Star Wars” if General Dodonna gave his “how to defeat the Death Star” briefing in PowerPoint.

    adamisacson:

    Garr Reynolds reimagines “Star Wars” if General Dodonna gave his “how to defeat the Death Star” briefing in PowerPoint.

  7. They Might Be Giants - “They’ll Need a Crane” (Lincoln, 1988)

    Inarguably, a fantastic song. But, wow. Talk about some candy-coated misery.

    Linnell has such a genius for writing these incredibly sad songs that, at least on the surface, don’t sound incredibly sad.

    But, once you actually listen, of course, you can see they’re ironic little short stories about a life falling apart.

    Seems to me that, with Linnell’s adenoidal crooning as the perfect presentation medium, the distant tone and absence of mawkishness make everything feel twice as brutal.

    The truth is, no one finds sad people all that interesting. But, sad robots and sad puppets and sad night lites — all of whom have no idea how sad they really are?

    Man, that is Literature.1

    Viz.:

    Don’t call me at work again
    No, no, the boss still hates me
    I’m just tired and I don’t love you anymore
    And there’s a restaurant we should check out
    Where the other nightmare people like to go
    I mean nice people—Baby, wait!—
    I didn’t mean to say, “nightmare”

    Lad looks at other gals
    Gal thinks Jim Beam is handsomer than lad
    He isn’t bad.

    Call off the wedding band
    Nobody wants to hear that one again
    Play that again

    They’ll need a crane
    They’ll need a crane
    To take the house he built for her apart
    To make it break
    It’s gonna take
    A metal ball hung from a chain

    They’ll need a crane
    They’ll need a crane

    I mean, come on. Fucking ouch.


    Addendum @ 2010-08-22_12-02-03

    valerie2776:

    “As far as I’m concerned, for what we do, it’s not interesting just to publicly cry, you know? It’s not—it doesn’t even have the effect of making me sad if somebody else is doing that. I think the thing that’s really sad is when somebody represents some kind of inner sadness in some other way.” - Linnell

    And, there you have it. Thanks, Valerie!

  8. Cee-Lo - “FUCK YOU!”

    Yeah, I’m sorry,
    I can’t afford a Ferrari…

    I guess he’s an Xbox
    And I’m more Atari

    [via Neven]

    Wonderful. And, apparently, all it takes to set me off on my semi-annual “Crazy” kick.

    If it’s been a while since you’ve toured Gnarls Barkley’s diverse gallery of personas, you really should treat yourself.