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youarousedthefools: melleigh: This machine allows anyone to...

Wed, 22 May 2013 00:06:00 -0500

melleigh:

This machine allows anyone to work for minimum wage for as long as they like. Turning the crank on the side releases one penny every 4.97 seconds, for a total of $7.25 per hour. This corresponds to minimum wage for a person in New York. This piece is brilliant on multiple levels, particularly as social commentary. Without a doubt, most people who started operating the machine for fun would quickly grow disheartened and stop when realizing just how little they’re earning by turning this mindless crank. A person would then conceivably realize that this is what nearly two million people in the United States do every day…at much harder jobs than turning a crank. This turns the piece into a simple, yet effective argument for raising the minimum wage.

god damn

Oh hey look, this is what my job pays me and I’m expected to live off of this. :D

siriusismyhero: the taliban have the puck.

Tue, 21 May 2013 18:28:02 -0500

siriusismyhero:

the taliban have the puck.

psychophancy: You meet a man on the Oregon Trail. He tells you his name is Terry. You laugh and...

Tue, 21 May 2013 18:17:18 -0500

psychophancy:

You meet a man on the Oregon Trail. He tells you his name is Terry. You laugh and tell him, “That’s a girl’s name!” Terry shoots you. You have died of dissin’ Terry.

stillalivedoingscience: perpetualvelocity: almighty-werebereus:...

Sat, 18 May 2013 11:00:43 -0500

stillalivedoingscience:

perpetualvelocity:

almighty-werebereus:

So Portal Fans. This Exists.

oh my god

ohmyGOD IT’S CAPTIONED “SPEEDY THING GOES IN SPEEDY THING GOES OUT” I can’t

what is going on

maliciousmelons: i hate when i cant tell if someone is human or if theyre dancer The key is to...

Sat, 18 May 2013 00:54:26 -0500

maliciousmelons:

i hate when i cant tell if someone is human or if theyre dancer

The key is to look at your sign. It’s vital.

thepensivebrony: “you shouldn’t be depressed, people have it worse than you” finally, after years...

Sat, 18 May 2013 00:46:45 -0500

thepensivebrony:

“you shouldn’t be depressed, people have it worse than you”

finally, after years of searching, the person with the worst life ever is found. formally, they are granted permission to be sad. but only them. only they have earned it. no sads for anyone else at all ever

I have such a problem with that statement. I’ve heard it before, had it levelled at me by well-meaning kith and kin.

Let’s look at a counter-example which I believe shows the ludicrosity of this sentiment. “You shouldn’t be happy, people have it better than you.” But Travis, you protest, people should be happy with what they have. Their happiness shouldn’t correlate with how well off others are.

You’re right; it shouldn’t, and it doesn’t. And neither does someone’s depression. Your happiness or sadness has no effect on my state of being. Sure, you might be living in a cardboard box under the bridge and you’ve had two meals in the past three days. That doesn’t change the fact that I can feel sadness and depression. Conversely, you might have just landed a job that pays you thousands of dollars every week. Good for you. It doesn’t change the fact that I can be satisfied with my situation, regardless of what yours is.

throughtosomethingnew: sandandglass: Obama’s one-liners during...

Fri, 17 May 2013 14:11:55 -0500

throughtosomethingnew:

sandandglass:

Obama’s one-liners during his speech at the White House Correspondents Dinner.

WERK Barry.

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Mon, 06 May 2013 00:29:28 -0500

warofonebullet: roachpatrol: avatarjk137: nooby-banana: thesa...

Mon, 06 May 2013 00:10:21 -0500

warofonebullet:

roachpatrol:

avatarjk137:

nooby-banana:

thesanityclause:

rinnysega:

vashappeninstyles:

the19thhistory:

areyoutryingtodeduceme:

I remember my first eagle ceremony when I turned nine. The first eagle you get is always declawed, which I always thought was pretty inhumane, but it was a good way to ease into caring for the birds. My eagle (named Baldy, because I wasn’t a terribly clever child) was already quite old when I received him (he was a rescue eagle, luckily) but I did have him until I was 16. I don’t know if I was more excited about getting my drivers license that year, or my new eagle! You should have seen the party we had when I got him, too! Grilled hot dogs and fire works and lemonade…. obviously I named my beautiful new eagle Freedom. He’s too big to keep inside anymore, unfortunately, but we’ve got a pretty comfortable roost for him on our apartment’s balcony.

Ah, yes, the eagle ceremony! My Justice and I remember his quite well. (They had just come out with telepathic link transplants when I got him, which is how I know he remembers it.) Our celebration was quite modest, compared to Freedom’s—apple pie under a cloudless summer sky as we signed our Declaration of Interdependence. I still have the inked and talon-pierced document hanging on my wall.

what is this

Get out Canada

I was so scared during my pet eagle ceremony I almost threw up. But Stonewall Jackson and I have been best friends ever since. My dad and grandfather built a really massive roost behind the house for my eagle and my sisters’ eagles. Stonewall always waits for me when I get home from class since schools are getting so over protective and strict these days and won’t allow eagles indoors. Which just goes to show how much we’re bubble wrapping kids today. Back in the day, if you couldn’t handle a few stitches because you pissed off the wrong kid’s eagle, you had to just man up and learn your lesson!

Ooo, I never miss a chance to tell this story! I had a rather unusual first eagle ceremony. The traditional giant American flag that you wave around to summon your eagle had been severely damaged the week prior (a ceremony that had not gone according to plan, but the child only suffered minor talon wounds. The flag took the brunt of the attack). Anyway, I couldn’t use the normal flag so we had to search ALL OVER for one suitable for eagle summoning. Unfortunately the stripes weren’t the correct shade of patriotic red so everyone was worried an eagle wouldn’t show up at all. I had to stand in the middle of that wheat field, the wind creating amber waves out of it, shaking that flag in the air for over three hours. Everyone was just about to give up when suddenly Patriot appeared out of nowhere! He came to me so quickly it was like he was apologizing for being late. And we’ve been together ever since.

Some people think it’s excessive to have two eagles. But what can I say, I’m a two eagles kind of guy. Well, I can say, “You must be a terrorist to call me out over my excesses,” but I digress. We don’t have many open fields around here, so I got Liberty by waving my flag atop a decommissioned WWII aircraft carrier. I was kicking a couple of boxes of tea into the harbor for good measure, and there she was. I loved her so much I repeated the process a year later and got young Colbert here. It’s hard work, raising two eagles, but I have two shoulders, after all. Besides, I know that the secret to happy and healthy eagles is plenty of Bud Light.

Oh man, the eagle ceremony. I was a weird fucking kid, okay, so I was totally sure that the eagle ceremony wasn’t just going to net me my eagle and deepen the mystical bond between a citizen and their country, I thought I was going to get to turn into an eagle too. So me and my mom and my dad and my little brother are all standing in the old civil war battleground, surrounded by the ghosts of our fallen soldiers, and all and the problem here — it’s not usually a problem because I make sure to shave my beard off twice a day, three times on sundays — was that I am, actually, born on the fourth of July. So it wasn’t just one eagle that showed up, it was pretty much every big old patriotic warbird in Missouri, all flapping around confused and pissed off, their innate senses of direction completely fucked up by the way firecracker babies warp America’s natural system of ley lines. And I was six, so grabbed the flag and ran with it over my shoulders, rippling in the wind, thinking it was going to turn into wings for me and I would go be an eagle with all the other eagles. Instead I just got mobbed by a freaked-out mess of nationalistic avians who all weighed more than I did. I lost half my nose and my whole left arm and spent most of fourth grade in reconstructive surgery getting machine guns welded on to the shattered remains of my ulna. Completely missed my little brother’s eagle ceremony, which I will always regret, but it was all worth it to have met Columbia. I never did turn into an eagle on the outside, but I like to think those long hours in the hospital, feeding her rubbing alcohol and my own blood, have made me an eagle in my heart.

I love these people.

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Sat, 13 Apr 2013 10:30:21 -0500

onceagainsheishis: nyehs: “here come the nightbloggers”? excuse me? i live in alaska. where i...

Thu, 11 Apr 2013 00:38:50 -0500

onceagainsheishis:

nyehs:

“here come the nightbloggers”?

excuse me? i live in alaska. where i live, we have night for weeks at a time. check your day/night privilege you cisgeographical fuck

I’ve been waiting for this post.

Reblog if you've actually SEEN the movie "The Aristocats"

Tue, 09 Apr 2013 23:36:05 -0500

did jay-z call beyonce feyonce after he proposed?

Mon, 08 Apr 2013 21:11:45 -0500

did jay-z call beyonce feyonce after he proposed?

emibuzz: I found a tattoo that John Green just might be Ok...

Sun, 07 Apr 2013 14:40:19 -0500

emibuzz:

I found a tattoo that John Green just might be Ok with.

And in that moment, I swear we were pizza.

HAPPY FUN WHOVIAN JOKE TIME

Sat, 06 Apr 2013 22:18:43 -0500

thisshitsocray:

purple-shirt-of-sex:

themindprobe:

thetenthdoctah:

tumblingwhovian:

Q: How many Time Lords does it take to screw in a light bulb?

A: You don’t really have much of a choice, do you?

GET OUT

I actually laughed really fucking hard sorry guys

Reblog if your name's not Rick.

Sat, 06 Apr 2013 22:16:29 -0500

epicfawesomesauce:

he-will-get-skinny-or-die-trying:

gonna assume that everyone who scrolls right past this is named rick

are not Rick.WHERE ARE YOU RICK!!!!!???

we’re never gonna find this bastard.

WHERE’S RICK OMG

Jesus. Fuck.

Hey! I found Rick!

When your mom cries and you're just like

Wed, 03 Apr 2013 10:30:16 -0500

d0wn2e4rth:

i don’t think i’ve ever seen a post with this many notes

Because there’s nothing more universal than the feeling of impending doom you get when you see your mother crying.

This is the post with highest notes on tumblr

i would’ve reblogged this post no matter how relevant it was, just to be a part of the 11 million notes

Now try being the reason she’s crying.

tumblr people: TUMBLR IS A BULLYING-FREE COMMUNITY WHERE WE WILL NOT JUDGE YOU ON YOUR APPEARANCE OR SIZE OR GENDER OR SEX OR ORIENTATION AND ALL ARE WELCOME

Mon, 01 Apr 2013 21:22:40 -0500

tumblr people: TUMBLR IS A BULLYING-FREE COMMUNITY WHERE WE WILL NOT JUDGE YOU ON YOUR APPEARANCE OR SIZE OR GENDER OR SEX OR ORIENTATION AND ALL ARE WELCOME
tumblr people: but if you're 12.9 years old gtfo you're obviously a dumb immature shit
tumblr people: and if you're a white girl then we will make fun of you mercilessly
tumblr people: and if you don't ship a gay ship you must be a homophobe so gtfo
tumblr people: especially johnlock, you MUST be homophobic if you don't ship johnlock
tumblr people: and if you get a fandom reference wrong then we'll laugh at you are pressured into abandoning your blog, leaving it with the title "I didn't know it was from ____________"
tumblr people: and if you're religious you're probably a bible-banging homophobe so we hate you
tumblr people: and if you make a mistake, not out of being a bigot but out of simply being ignorant, we will yell at you rather than first trying to explain to and educate you about why that is a mistake
tumblr people: and don't get us started on how much we'll bait and insult you if you have a different diet to me

lightwoodchild: thegirlincendio: xsamandriel: fredweesley: thegirlwhocriedfoxface: biliepiper: ...

Sat, 30 Mar 2013 00:18:18 -0500

lightwoodchild:

thegirlincendio:

xsamandriel:

fredweesley:

thegirlwhocriedfoxface:

biliepiper:

john green takes a shower

john clean

john green eats a bean burrito

john bean

john green loses weight

john lean

john green finds inner peace

john serene

john green killed augustus waters

john mean

john green in 1994

john teen

john green runs an institution of higher learning

john dean

leviathans-in-the-tardis: howling-lights: howling-lights: leviathans-in-the-tardis: sometimes i...

Sun, 24 Mar 2013 22:58:32 -0500

leviathans-in-the-tardis:

howling-lights:

howling-lights:

leviathans-in-the-tardis:

sometimes i get mad at australian stereotypes but then i remember that my backyard looks like this

IM FREAKING OUT THIS IS MY BACKYARD HOW DID YOU GET THIS PICTURE??????

never mind i just found my brother’s blog by accident

uGHHHH YOU FREAK GO AWAY