Tuesday, April 1, 2014

a man wrote an article about this mysterious new Fan Fiction craze, and oh boy did we all learn a lot from it.

Monday, March 31, 2014

febricant:

wow these jeans look great
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but they look familiar
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oh

everything about this is beautiful 2 me

(Source: seba-stan)

Sunday, March 30, 2014

neurosciencestuff:

Neurosurgeons successfully implant 3D printed skull

A 22-year-old woman from the Netherlands who suffers from a chronic bone disorder — which has increased the thickness of her skull from 1.5cm to 5cm, causing reduced eyesight and severe headaches — has had the top section of her skull removed and replaced with a 3D printed implant.

The operation was performed by a team of neurosurgeons at the University Medical Centre Utrecht and the university claims this is this first instance of a successful 3D printed cranium that has not been rejected by the patient.

The operation, which took 23 hours, was led by Dr Bon Verweij. The patient’s skull was so thick, that had the operation not been performed, serious brain damage or death may have occurred in the near future.

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Monday, March 17, 2014

allmyfriendsarewhite:

blackfashion:

Diahann Carroll as Dominique Deveraux on Dynasty (4.26 - “New Lady In Town”).

***Flawless

*faints*

(Source: createyourhistory)

Saturday, March 15, 2014
ghostbongweedofthesamurai:

ghostbongweedofthesamurai:

Dear Jeeves-
Good news aujourd’hui! After that unfortunate bit of business with the late Sir Watkyn Bassett and my subsequent flight from England, I appear to have landed with both feet facing forward! When last we spoke, I was hurriedly packing my estate and skulking forth under dead of night, seemingly never to be seen again. Not so! Aunt Agatha had me sent over to the Continent, where she arranged for my admission into some manner of exclusive hunting club. What fun, eh?
After reading a book or two and getting some mud on the old loafers, I was told that I’m being given the position of Leftenant. Everyone here is awfully good to me, and there seem to be plenty of things going on, and I’m a wealthy bird, so everything is fine. Chappies introduced me to other chappies, and so on and so forth, so it wasn’t long before I knew squads of the right sort. I can’t swing a wet cat without hitting another member of the old Drones club from back in London!
My cousin Gussie Fink-Nottle is here as well! You remember Gussie, surely, from that bit with the vaudeville performer in New York. We’re both of us dreadfully excited to go on our first hunting trip, and all has been provided for us. We’ve been outfitted with decadence upon decadence of provisions and supplies, not least which includes a hunter’s ensemble that would make a battle-hardened soldier of Her Majesty’s army green with envy. You might think it all a bit injudicious, Jeeves, but fear not. I’m sure it’s all supplied more for ornament than for use. Have to keep these rich old eggs thinking that they’ve got what they paid for!
Cordially,
Bertie Wooster

in july of last year i started an xcom campaign, with my team composed of members of the drones club from jeeves & wooster (i even hacked it so that uniform flags were all british). the idea was that i would write campaign updates as close to wodehouse’s style as possible, with bertie continually failing to notice the horror unfolding around him. it never really took off (18 notes as of right now) but i thought it was funny. it’s not for you.

ghostbongweedofthesamurai:

ghostbongweedofthesamurai:

Dear Jeeves-

Good news aujourd’hui! After that unfortunate bit of business with the late Sir Watkyn Bassett and my subsequent flight from England, I appear to have landed with both feet facing forward! When last we spoke, I was hurriedly packing my estate and skulking forth under dead of night, seemingly never to be seen again. Not so! Aunt Agatha had me sent over to the Continent, where she arranged for my admission into some manner of exclusive hunting club. What fun, eh?

After reading a book or two and getting some mud on the old loafers, I was told that I’m being given the position of Leftenant. Everyone here is awfully good to me, and there seem to be plenty of things going on, and I’m a wealthy bird, so everything is fine. Chappies introduced me to other chappies, and so on and so forth, so it wasn’t long before I knew squads of the right sort. I can’t swing a wet cat without hitting another member of the old Drones club from back in London!


My cousin Gussie Fink-Nottle is here as well! You remember Gussie, surely, from that bit with the vaudeville performer in New York. We’re both of us dreadfully excited to go on our first hunting trip, and all has been provided for us. We’ve been outfitted with decadence upon decadence of provisions and supplies, not least which includes a hunter’s ensemble that would make a battle-hardened soldier of Her Majesty’s army green with envy. You might think it all a bit injudicious, Jeeves, but fear not. I’m sure it’s all supplied more for ornament than for use. Have to keep these rich old eggs thinking that they’ve got what they paid for!

Cordially,

Bertie Wooster

in july of last year i started an xcom campaign, with my team composed of members of the drones club from jeeves & wooster (i even hacked it so that uniform flags were all british). the idea was that i would write campaign updates as close to wodehouse’s style as possible, with bertie continually failing to notice the horror unfolding around him. it never really took off (18 notes as of right now) but i thought it was funny. it’s not for you.

Sunday, March 9, 2014

What the devil kind of knight are you, that can’t slay a hedgehog with his naked ass?

If you read any 17th century diplomatic missive today, make sure it’s the Reply of the Zaporozhian Cossacks to Sultan Mehmed IV of the Ottoman Empire. Basically, the Sultan was like, “I command you to surrender to my army,” and then the Cossacks were all: 

O sultan, Turkish devil and damned devil’s kith and kin, secretary to Lucifer himself. What the devil kind of knight are you, that can’t slay a hedgehog with his naked ass? The devil excretes, and your army eats. You will not, you son of a bitch, make subjects of Christian sons; we’ve no fear of your army, by land and by sea we will battle with thee, fuck your mother.

You Babylonian scullion, Macedonian wheelwright, brewer of Jerusalem, goat-fucker of Alexandria, swineherd of Greater and Lesser Egypt, Armenian pig, Podolian thief, catamite of Tartary, hangman of Kamyanets, and fool of all the world and underworld, an idiot before God, grandson of the Serpent, and the crick in our dick. Pig’s snout, mare’s ass, slaughterhouse cur, unchristened brow, screw your own mother!

So the Zaporozhians declare, you lowlife. You won’t even be herding Christian pigs. Now we’ll conclude, for we don’t know the date and don’t own a calendar; the moon’s in the sky, the year with the Lord, the day’s the same over here as it is over there; for this kiss our ass!

What a marvelous display of aggressive douchery. It’s actually even better if you read the Sultan’s letter first, because the entire set-up of this letter is to parody the Sultan’s diplomatic language in the original. Wikipedia has some more basic info on the 19th century recovery of the letter BTW, plus the painting that was inspired by the exchange.

Thanks, History.

Tuesday, March 4, 2014

dogunderwater:

sopranish:

elevenis-my-doctor:

whatthefuckdidyoulanadelsay:

kingofsaigone:

tinselkin:

aberrantkenosis:

in case you ever wanted to know what mambo number 5 sounds like with all the instruments (including the drums) replaced with bike horns 

it sounds like the song is going to kill you and it’s perfect

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i smiled through the whole thing because i just don’t understand what would compell someone to do this but thanks

i cannojt bretahe

I don’t know why this is the best thing I’ve ever heard.

this sounds like the one-man-band jalopy a chaotic neutral wizard flies around in.

Friday, February 28, 2014

Elvira’s 1958 Thunderbird (x)

(Source: vintagegal)

Thursday, February 27, 2014
221bitssmallerontheoutside:

mattie:

The most intense form of pretentious dishevelment I’ve ever seen in my life.

EVERY WORD OF THAT SENTENCE IS PURE GOLD

221bitssmallerontheoutside:

mattie:

The most intense form of pretentious dishevelment I’ve ever seen in my life.

EVERY WORD OF THAT SENTENCE IS PURE GOLD

pinstripesuit:

nbchannibal:

fetalnightmare:

EVER SINCE I SEEN THAT FIGHT SCENE ALL I COULD THINK OF WAS LIKE THIS EPIC ANIMAL FACE OFF BETWEEN THE RAVENSTAG AND THE BADASS BULL OF JUSTICE I MEAN LETS BE HONEST HERE JACK IS A FRIKKIN BULL WHAT WITH FLIPPIN’ MY LIL’ CANNIBAL BBY LIKE A GODAM PANCAKE LOOK AT THAT SNEAKY SMUG LITTLE SHIT GOIN FOR THE SWEET SPOT

THE KITCHEN IS HANNIBAL’S HOUSE BISH

STOP EVERYTHING. THIS IS AMAZING.

HOT DAMN