Pug of War
illustration by Steven Silverwood :: via steven_silverwood
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fuckyeahdoctorwho reblogged andyism:
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Epcot in 5,151 Photographs (by DiscoverEpcot)
My twitter buddy DiscoverEpcot just created this awesome stop motion video of himself traveling the park.
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Mind = ... Holy fuck...
[WARNING]
Spoilers! Do not read if you have not finished ME3 or wish to avoid spoilers for the ending.
Alright. I’ve been toying with the idea of the Indoctrination theory for the ending of Mass Effect 3 that has been floating around the internet. And I have discussed many points with my housemate, who has also studied literature extensively. She knows how invested I am in the story, and has given me a seed of hope that has blossomed into a razor-sharp flower of abject disbelief. She has also been researching this purely to ease my troubled mind, because living with me when I am in the throes of anguish or the grips of rage is pure hell.
And I can safely say that this is either the most dick move that Bioware could have pulled, or pure. Fucking. Genius.
So, yes. I have been won over to the indoctrination theory, and I’ll share with you some of the reasons why.
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fuckyeahtattoos reblogged romeolacoste:
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fuckyeahtattoos reblogged fuckyeahtattoos:
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Me: “How can I help you today, ma’am?”
Client: “Is e-mail internet”?
Me: “I beg your pardon?”
Client: “Is e-mail on the internet? I have no internet, can I still read my e-mail?”
Me: “Well yes, you must be able to get online to view your e-mail.”
Client: “Oh, dear. I can’t see my e-mail.”
Me: “Well, let’s see. Can you open up Internet Explorer for me and tell me what you see?”
Client: “Open what?”
Me: “Your browser, can you open up your browser?”
Client: “My…my…?”
Me: “What you click on when you want to browse the internet?”
Client: “I don’t use anything, I just turn my computer on, and it’s there.”
Me: “Okay. Do you see the little blue ‘e’ icon on your desktop?”
Client: “You mean I have to start writing letters again?”
Me: “I’m…what, I’m sorry?”
Client: “I don’t have any pens at my desk. I just want my e-mail again.”
Me: “No, ma’am, your desktop, on your computer screen. Can you click on the little blue ‘e’ on your computer screen for me?”
Client: “Oh, this is too much work. I’m too upset. Just send me my e-mail. Can’t you send me my e-mail?”
Me: “We…okay, ma’am. Can you tell me what color the lights are on your router right now?”
Client: “My what?”
Me: “The little box with green or possibly a couple of red lights on it right now - it’s most likely near your computer?”Client: “Lights and boxes, boxes and lights, just get my e-mail for me.
Me: “My test is showing that you should be able to get online right now. Can you tell me what you’re seeing on your computer screen?”
Client: “It’s been the same thing for the last two hours.”
Me: “An error message?”
Client: “No, just stars. It’s black and moving stars.”
Me: “…Do you see your mouse next to your keyboard?”
Client: “Yes.”Me: “Move it for me.”
Client: “Move it?”
Me: “Yes. Move it.”
Client: “My e-mail!” -
How Hipsters Break Up
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thedailywhat reblogged gregrutter:
How It’s Made of the Day: C, M, Y, and K, around the corner ink is made: An illuminating tour of The Printing Ink Company, set to the tune of Alfred Brendel’s rendition of Beethoven’s “Emperor Concerto.”
[gregrutter.]
