When it comes down to it, I'd just like for everyone in the world to laugh more. I mean. Even if it's at me. I would be happy if everyone had one memory that made them giggle at an inappropriate time.

Two terrible fascists enter a sexless marriage and because they can't get laid they end up fucking up the world and everyone dies in the end.

70% of my story ideas are like this, I mean the whole repressed sexual urges causing people to be violent and terrible. Repressed sexual urges= violence was your best theory Freud, you coked-up bastard! Hnnnnggggg.

Sometimes I feel like every story should be about people with repressed sexual urges fucking up the world, like they do.

Story of me tonight from my dad... Apparently when I just started talking, even though I was a generally laid back little kid, I would gladly expound my strong opinions to anyone and everyone especially if they didn't care. I would often tell people that they were wrong and here was why. My uncle said I would definitely be some sort of leader of a women's movement. What a little bitty dyke I was.

I was having a pretty good day today. A little sad because I won't be able to talk to Lily for like two weeks but also exciting because I got straight As and I get to go to Japan for break. Then I bike home, listening to Digging in the Dirt on volume level a million, and I come upon the house with the door wide open, a bunch of plump, older ladies standing in the doorway with one adorable little and Caress has called the police on Raquiya's family for basically no reason.

Great song, best video. I watched it about 12 times on the way back from Ireland:

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Well folks, many moons ago on a whim I bought a poor-quality Ball-Jointed Doll for about $250 (Doll, wig, dress, shoes, "face-up"). Whelp. I sold it to this Russian chick about three or four weeks ago for $210 dollars because, well, it was a piece of shit and all I could feel was shame after buying it. I discounted it because I'm a swell guy and I want those Ruskies to be our friends. I don't want some terrible Post-Dr Strangelove future for myself or my robot children. But so she sends me a message bitching about the quality (I guess she just received it today or something) and how I should have told her it was a piece of shit.

Listen, my friends, let me tell you. The middle range BASE price of one of these dolls of the size I had is about $500-$600. If you know that something usually costs X amount of dollars and the thing that you are buying costs x X (1/2), then you should know the quality is going to be about half the quality of one of those dolls. Like if you go to Kroger and you see that Pepsi is $2.50 for a 2 liter bottle but Shasta Cola is $.88 for a 2 liter bottle, you better believe the Shasta is going to taste like ASS (except grape, grape shasta is soooo good). By the same definition, something (especially as specialized as Ball Jointed Dolls) that costs sometimes up to $2,000 for a high quality version, you should not expect something great for a 10th of the price. I didn't, but I am not a doll collector by any means and I just wanted the warm thrill of owning my own Ball Jointed Doll; well, it was a cold thrill.

Why didn't I tell her it was a piece of shit? She wouldn't have bought it, clearly. That's capitalism baby.

But yeah. Buying shit for a shit price and then complaining that it's shit? I'm proud of you Russia, you've come a long way since the 80s.

news.yahoo.com/s/afp/20091116/pl_afp/japanusdiplomacyasiaobama

I asked my girlfriend who is Japanese and there is no harm.. actually she said "This is how we say hello." There you go.

If I had to do it all again, this is what I'd do

NON

if u r in a bad mood watch dis i guarantee u will laff out loud!!!!!!!!!!!111

Crazy dreams~~

Through that door, they assured me, was the eye of the universe. I didn't know if I ought to believe them, because what did that mean anyway? Was it the eye of god? Was is some sort of high-powered telescope? Anything seemed quite possible with these strange, long-limbed men. Still, I was curious... too curious not to look. I gripped the handle, eyes shut, and stepped in.

Immediately I could feel it all around, all consuming, all there, ever nanosecond, that crushing feeling of someone unseen watching you from afar but magnified to a tangible level. I had to see now what this beast whose lair I had invaded looked like. I had to know, even though terror gripped me, the fear in that silent room. Slowly, my eyes cracked open and I could see.

Colors, too brilliant to look at, orange and red and yellow and green, all arranged around these massive black pupils, too black to peer into. I could not move, and it occurred to me that I was floating as if in water, all around me these pupils, these colors. Was this the eye? These black spaces so horrible to look at, these colors pulsating around me as I struggled to regain myself, formed a strange pattern. I followed it with my eyes, body moving with them, I turned, I turned, and there-- there--

There it was, a black hole in the pattern big enough to consume me five times entirely. I was unable to look away. The darkness was so deep and unending and I could not fathom the scope, the breadth of this abyss. I was clutched with more fear than I had ever felt. Inside that inky space I could feel a million indescribably things all waiting for me, horrible emotions personified, perhaps the demons of hell, the stabbing judgements of a wrathful god, or even the reflection of my own sullied soul. There was no sound here, only the silence, so quiet it was deafening, and even though my mouth was wide with terror I could not think to make a noise. I feared falling into it's depths, feared merging with it's savagery, feared the thought that maybe that was all there was, in the end, that terror and loneliness. That awful truth of absolute aloneness that makes one pray that as we die our souls die with us instead of hanging in such a void for all eternity. The eye's power was too great, too overwhelming, it vibrated, it pulsated like a beating heart around me and in that moment I wished so much to be dead for even if I was gone forever at least I would not have to be in this god-forsaken place again.

Suddenly there was a flash of light, I was able to move again freely and whirled around to see my traveling companion, an opportunist and grade-A jackass, standing in the door with a camera in his hands, snapping photos of the eye of the universe. My god, what had he done? I turned again to look at it, now shriveled and it's colors pale, the once-all-consuming pupil now flaccid and hardly a fifth of it's original size. It was sad to look at. He had saved me though, hadn't he, from those crushing depths, from that constant condemnation? Perhaps so, but was it worth it for the universe to lose itself? One life was not worth the soul of the universe and I cursed my fear of it, as if it were I who was taking those pictures of my own free will.

Like my favorite movie at 15
Scariest shit

Oh french I wish I knew how to quit you... I remember when I used to know all the lyrics to this song...
Lolol "WHO'S KNOCKING AT MY DOOR?" "SHHH I THINK IT'S MY HUSBAND"

I feel like the way I learned "J'ai du bon tabac" totally different from everyone but I like my way better...
Oh wait I found the version I knew:

I kinda wanna record myself singing this for future generations

Fool I didn't even know what a bucket list was until that weird movie I didn't see came out but I have kicked about a million things off of it in the past two years including but not limited to Bike-riding home at 4am, Cooking pasta in a rice cooker, killing coackroaches with my bare hands, comforting bisexual male tweens on deviantart and a bunch of inappropriate things I will not mention because I am a gentleman. Many of these things just pop up and bite me in the ass though, mostly I never plan a single one of them, but once they happen, I think "Oh, the was a good one, that gets written down and crossed off." Upcoming plans include going to Japan, submitting a comic to a publisher and going to one of my brother's out of state concerts.

I'd still like to have an experimental industrial-pop career under the name "Prince Margaret" and then in one video me and Lady Gaga do battle.

By the way why do I have so many dreams about growing a mustache or being clearly as gay as I am in front of my parents? Maybe I'm trying to tell myself something.

Oh btw fandom secrets why do you hate Pam so much she is awesome... ;A:

WHY IS EVERYONE PISSED OFF ABOUT AVATAR RACEFAIL? WHAT ABOUT THE PRINCE OF FUCKING PERSIA? AT LEAST AVATAR IS GOING TO HAVE SOME MINORITIES! JAKE GYLLENHAAL? GEMMA ARTERTON? BEN KINGSLEY? ALFRED MOLINA? THIS ISN'T THE PRINCE OF ENGLAND! BITCH THAT'S RIGHT THEY ALL HAVE ENGLISH ACCENTS. GET SOME FUCKING MIDDLE EASTERN ACTORS YOU BITCHES.

Too late now I guess. Even if the races got shuffled around in Avatar, at least they HAD some diversity and aren't trying to be like "The Watertribe is gonna be Eskimos, we're putting make-up on them and taping their eyes lol" or "Zuko will still be chinese lol" or some shit. Prince of Persia... IS ABOUT PERSIA! An actual place that actually exists. THEREFORE, IT SHOULD HAVE SOME IRANIAN ACTORS. OR AT LEAST ARABIC ACTORS FOR FUCKS SAKE. OR LIKE AT LEAST ONE MIDDLE EASTERN ACTOR IN A LEAD ROLE.

Why does Prince of Persia piss me off then? Persia was once a great and powerful empire and REALLY EXISTED. There are actually Iranian people in existence an they truly do exist and there is a number of them who can act. Why doesn't the Avatar casting piss me off as much? Because none of those nations really exist, they are simply a gleaned appropriation of culture by a couple of weeaboos who hoped to create something cool. They aren't trying to pass off the White Actors as Inuit by putting makeup on them or making Dev Patel dye his skin to a paler color. That is what Prince of Persia is doing, and that is what is actually offensive to me. Brownface=far more offensive than the shuffling of ethnicities.

Found via Kate Beaton's twitter:



I wish this guy the best of luck lol

Mmmmm health care mmm yummy

IF I CAN'T GET MARRIED EVERYWHERE
AT LEAST I CAN GET HEALTH CARE

Look at this douchebag lol

Hey guys
You should watch this movie
Find a torrent or or rent it because it's awesome
It's like watching the discovery channel on mute while listening to some ambient music while on acid or something... And as you maybe know I really hate when people describe things as "on acid" so this is a big award from me. No, that does not mean there are like talking clocks and all the walls have turned into marshmallows with Sean Connery's face and hairy chest appearing to tell you something every ten minutes or that Man Ray's giant lips appear on your ceiling and try to make out with you, drop some acid and then you'll understand why this film is like being on acid.

We watched it in Anthropology and at first I was like "What is this I don't even" but it literally put me in a trance and made me want to create EVERYTHING... Also it clearly influenced the movie The Fall which is one of my favorite movies.

I know I sound pretentious/hipster but it's interesting I swear... And from a visual arts perspective it's super interesting. And inspiring. I just wanna like make up a character from some sort of Aborigine and his worship of the ant god and his quest to stop ant killing or something... but he's a cyborg for some reason... I don't know

Check out this sweetass Kecak scene:

I had kimchi today I'm so fuckin happy and bulgogi beef

OH YEAH
Watching the office... Urg my stomach hurts... maybe I ate too much undercooked rice.
+1 bros by the way