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This moment! It used to happen all the time, now I just say what I’m feeling. Now that’s self-improvement. ;)

There are so many things that I adore about this. First of all, total bitch; this woman shouldn’t be getting a tattoo if she is going to complain this much. Second of all, when she said “persnippity” I had a total flashback to Mrs. Nelson’s class in high school (quite possibly the only class that I miss). And lastly, someone get the tattoo artist an award. This guy is amazing, he treats her like a five year old not wanting to eat vegetables. He’s equally as douchey, like she has to finish this tattoo and he’s not going to take her crap anymore. I love it.

One hundred years from now when our grandkids have all had sex,
will they look back to the past and know what they’ve missed?
Will they think we had it better than the way they have it then?
Will they gaze at a strip mall where a field had once been?
Will they think they’re born late like the way we now do it?
Or will they curse at the present and lend credence to it?
Will they hear all the old songs and think they’re all true
and hate all their own songs and everything new?
Well I’m here to tell you something that’s known,
from someone who’s lived it from someone who’s grown,
the somebody who somebody once loaned a home to.
The grass is always greener, the past is always cleaner,
the present is crap and everyone’s meaner.
They say we’re moving towards something
but I think we’re moving from something.
There are some folks who are more apathetic
and then there are some folks who are more money grubbin’.
Well, I know there’s always been greed and green acres,
and war and peace makers.
And then there’s your takers and your leavers,
your havers and your needers.
And in this great froth as we skim through the batter,
there’s now many more of the former and less of the latter.
Help us climb out of this pitfall disaster
led by dynasties, charlatans, but not poetasters.
Where there is a mortal disconnect spawned by gluttonous connection,
where you pick your own culture without viewer discretion.
Where there is no more history and nothing is learned.
Where you shun all your kin and all your bridges are burned.
Where you are what you buy and you’re who what you own;
and you think of yourself and you live all alone.
You make yourself feel fine when everything’s wrong.
The world keeps turning but you’re brittle as bone.
So to all you future dreamers and lovers and leavers,
to all those who know there’s still something between us that binds us
and reminds us of times that passed,
I appreciate you listening to this one man’s last gasp.
In spite of all the words that we can’t fit to song,
I’d thank you to take off your eye shades, please… sing along.

Scott McMicken wrote this poem, called Takers and Leavers. It’s really enlightening, in a sense, and always cheers me up when I’m down, but that’s also due to it’s being attached to a really good song called “Livin’ a Dream” by Dr. Dog. You’d ought to check that one out too.

> 8-Bit Slique: Tumblr game: Everyone has a superpower!

allysonkay:

disappointingrobot:

handtohesitate:

notigersinbrooklyn:

dorkvader:

8bitslique:

Here are the rules:

1 - Go to the Superpower Wiki.

2 - Click the “Random page” button on the left hand side once. Only once.

3 - Revel (or dismay) in the fact that this is your new superpower. But I bet it’s awesome even if it’s crappy because you now have a goddamn superpower. Who…

Nerve Manipulation

Sounds evil don’t it? I can apparently cause, sooth,transfer and absorb people’s pain.

Holographic Projection

Pretty sweet.

Fear Inducement. Ohhhh.

Invulnerability. Not the one I would have chosen, but a kickass power nonetheless.

Concussion Beams. Well, it would be great if I didn’t have to wear sunglasses the whole damn time.

Wing Manifestation. Who needs frequent flyer miles or first class seats, not I!

(Source: vogonpoetry-)

Stumbleupon never fails me.

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thedailywhat:

Infographic of the Day: “Grand Taxonomy of Rap Names” from Pop Chart Lab.

Embiggen.

See Also: “The Very Many Varieties of Beer.”

[wfdj.]

(Source: thedailywhat)

fyeahstrangefinds:

The Dumbbell Phone

The art of useless Japanese inventions known as Chindogu brings us a dumbell attachment for the telephone! If you wish you were building biceps instead of sitting in your cubical this stupid fitness gadget might be the answer to all of your problems. Sure, you’ll look like a tool and everyone in the office will make fun of you. But that’s not as important as those giant 12-inch guns you can develop every time you pick up the phone. But wait, it gets better… We’ll even have one of our “personal fitness trainers” call you every hour on the hour. That’s eight workouts for every day you’re in the office. (Source)

Imagine, your boss catches you on your workout phone, some strange conversation is definitely going to ensue; and needless to say, unless said boss is a fitness junkie, pretty sure you’re getting fired after your eight daily phone workouts. But look on the bright side, one of your arms are going to be totally ripped!

So I’m absolutely obsessed with this song. I’ve been listening to it for like three days straight now, and I haven’t had a single moment of annoyance with it. I don’t think that this has ever happened to me. I love every moment of it, probably due to the upbeat feel of it or the fact that I have no idea what they are saying, nor do I have any inclination to find out. It’s just awesome though.

It’s “The Garden” by Cut Chemist.