seeing pics of Harry is great but I still miss him on a fundamental level in my very soul in a way that can’t be healed with mere “photography” so… I’ve still been suffering for like a year it’s… fine…
So, this used to be a joke told when the Tea Party was on its rise. Now, it appears more like political insight than a joke …
–So this billionaire, this tea party activist and this union guy got stuck at a table together one time … never mind how. After the meal, the waiter brought a tray of 18 cookies to the table for dessert. As he got up to leave, the billionaire scooped up 17 of the cookies and carried them away in a bag. Just as he was stepping away from the table, he turned back to the tea party activist and said, “be careful. That union guy is going to try to take your cookie.”
Donald “I love the poorly educated” Trump, was, it appears, that billionaire.
The 12 Big Lessons I Took from My Art School Education
The big graduate exhibition at OCAD U just wrapped up this past weekend and, while I have made posts on what I learned my first and second year at OCAD, this one will summarize the major things I learned over the course of getting my degree. Hopefully, this will help someone out who’s going into the Illustration program at OCAD, or any art or design degree anywhere. On with the show, and as always, feel free to PM me if you have any questions or need advice!
1. Just Do it Time. Management.
I think I’ve mentioned this point in almost every single one of my advice posts, and I’ll say it again at the top. Managing your time and schedule iskey to getting things done, not “feeling motivated”. Because you will not feel motivated every day, not even close, and it’s not a failure on your part- that’s just life. In my opinion, you need three things: a planner, a place for your to-do list to live, and a place to quickly jot down ideas and notes as they occur to you.
Put everything down, every deadline, class, work shift, coffee date, and party, in your planner so you won’t need to exhaust your brain remembering what’s coming up during the week. For a successful to-do list, break down tasks into easy little bites. And by committing to paper every little sketch, quote, whatever comes to mind, you won’t waste energy trying to remember that cool idea you had at 4 am, or last week on the train. I try to look over my sketchbooks once every 3 months to see if there’s anything actionable in those pages.
2. You Can’t Please Everyone.
No, really, you can’t. This one I learned the hard way, and far too late. I am a people pleaser, and the hardest thing for me to do is have a spine rather than try to pander my illustrations to whichever professor, class, or client I have. I mean, it’s helpful to be receptive to feedback, but there’s a line between that and losing your own voice. Try to please yourself at least as much as others. Keep in mind your big goals, your weaknesses you want to work on, the type of art you want to create. This ensures that every project becomes your project, not just something you have to get done.
3. Don’t Stop
I like to compare artistic skill with athletic skill. Mostly because it’s the only way I would ever be compared to an athlete hahaha. But really- a star athlete might have been born predisposed to being muscley, but there’s no way they became track stars just by showing up. They put in hours of training, and eat whey smoothies, or whatever active people do I don’t know. Fitbits? …hemp seeds? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Likewise, you need to work out your creative muscles or else you won’t be art buff. Whatever works for you- sketch challenges, drawing from life, practicing patterns, experimenting with new media, just keep at the art thing. Even if you hate your style and yourself and feel like giving up and all you can draw are stick people … especially then … keep going.
4. This Graph :
5. Take Notes In Crit
Now this one I learned very late and only started doing this during thesis crit.
Make two columns. One for positive feedback, one for negative. I realised that by not recording feedback, I was missing out on small mistakes I was repeatedly making, that I could easily avoid if I just…remembered what they were. (For instance, when I’m very stressed out with a drawing, I will often put hands backwards…)
I also learned what people liked about my work- by recording what positive feedback I was receiving, I was able to tangibly figure out what my strengths were as well, rather than just vaguely thinking “I have to fix xyz but people also said some nice things!”
6. Be Nice
Be nice to your classmates- now I don’t mean baby them. Or even critique sandwich when you have something to say in crit. I mean, like … if a classmate is clearly having a rough time after a crit, maybe be sure to tell them on your way out from class how much you liked xyz part of their piece. Ask a classmate if they want to grab coffee with you on break. Wave and say hi to classmates in the halls, even if they don’t say hi back or don’t seem to want to talk to you. Just, like, things that sometimes we forget to do when we’re having a hard enough time remembering to be kind to ourselves. It can feel pointless when you get nothing back but an odd look 9 times out of 10 but … usually it’s a good idea.
7. Talk to your Profs
Your profs are wells of knowledge, tips, insights, and funny jokes. It is such a waste, if you really like a prof, to not take the time to ask them a quick question during breaks or after class. They’re usually pretty rad people (except when they’re not) even if they’re intimidating and scary and hate your work- they can help!
8. Do Not …
-Be the only person who asks long, convoluted questions in a lecture course in the middle of the class. Ask on your own time during breaks please, we are all inwardly groaning and you are dragging the class on an unrelated spiel.
-Leave your dirty brushes in water, you’ll ruin them.
-Excuse away every negative crit you receive with ‘That was on purpose.’ Even if it was, maybe it wasn’t a good descision…
-Be too hard on yourself.
9. Do …
-Make time for socializing
-Invest in good materials
-Voice your opinions in crit, even if you disagree with a classmate. Especially then, actually, let it be a dialogue!
Podcasts and audiobooks are tops for distracting your left brain and staying engaged when you’re working on art! My reccomendations:
Editorial-y: This American Life, 99 Percent Invisible, Radiolab
Story driven: Snap Judgement, Alice Isn’t Dead, Welcome to Nightvale
About the Internet: Reply All, Buzzfeed’s Internet Explorer
Buisness/Time Management-y: Clients from Hell, Cortex, StartUp
“Two Dudes Talking”: Your Dreams My Nightmares, Hello Internet, Nerd Poker
12. You’re Not an Expert and Will Probably Never Feel Like One (at Least Not for Long)
In my opinion, in creative fields like mine/ours, nobody is an “expert”, because there’s always a new technique to try, a new subject to explore, new software, new inspirations. Like, as soon as you feel like you’re pretty good at drawing cows
You go to this obscure art opening on a whim one thursday night and see this genius pull this out of wherever amazing ideas come from and it turns your life upside-down: **
And you’re like “shoot…I didn’t even begin to understand all the ways I could approach drawing cows. I have no idea about anything!” And you feel dumb and small- but don’t!
Creativity, forcibly, involves creation … and re-creation, and growing, and new stuff. New ideas in your brain, old techniques that you used that you burn up in your head because you realise they’re dumb, new artists who are 4 years younger than you and a million times better. And that’s awesome, because as long as there’s that, your creative output and our field never goes stagnant. Just remember that everyone always has everything more to learn about everything and you won’t feel frustrated yourself.
So that’s It! That’s all of the big advices I have. All the wisdom I’ve gleaned from my four years at OCAD U, broad strokes, are here. As always, my inbox is open so feel free to message me for specific questions or advice, or go to my FAQ. Hugs and kisses to all. Follow me on instagram.
**Okay so that’s obviously an exxagerated example (and the picasso drawing is a bull, not a cow…) but you get my gist.
I had a really shitty
morning, so I thought maybe there is something nice on my dashboard
that could cheer me up. So I go on tumblr and there is one thing most
prominent on my dashboard.
I am just so confused, because WTF is that??? I have never heard of
it but my dashboard is full of that. Almost everything comes from @phantomrose96, so I start to read everything on her blog about it
from the beginning … and I’m just speechless.
I’ll tell you,
following Chrissy from Europe is an experience; you’ll never know
what you will wake up to. One of her weird extreme long walking
session, her making an extremely complex mathlab program from scratch
or building her own shitpost making bot because she obviously
can????? You never know but it’s always so inspirational, when I see
one of these things. But this time we have, due to an escalated
insight joke, a fake cartoon and even a fake reboot of said fake
cartoon and so many posts from her about it and almost everyone goes
I mean wow, just wow. You know I needed something
like this to cheer me up and make me laugh and apparently a bland
american fake cartoon was a good way to do that. I mean I came for
the soulcrushing fanfiction but I am definitely staying for all this
Let’s talk about Jerza, and why I think this relationship is pretty much flawless.
Now, anyone who’s been following me for longer than 5 minutes knows that I tend to be extremely critical of ships, which isn’t necessarily a good thing, nor do I claim that you need to over-analyze every fictional relationship you come across, but that’s just the way I am. Now that we’ve got that out of the way, let’s begin.
With Jerza, I can hardly find anything to complain about. I get that most people are unable to move on from the Tower of Heaven arc, and they dislike Jellal and his actions in that arc (for good reason, I’d say) so much that they can’t ever see Jellal and Erza in a romantic relationship, even if Jellal were to change. Which is fine, people see things differently. Different strokes for different folks.
As for me: Yes, Jellal and Erza’s relationship at the beginning (beginning as in Tower of Heaven arc, not counting childhood flashbacks) was far from healthy. And you bet your ass I would have never touched this ship with a ten-foot pole had they stayed that way, but to my surprise, it evolved into something more. Despite the circumstances of his brainwashing, Jellal actively took steps to make amends and showed time and again that he was remorseful over what happened. Jerza was also the only pairing that has made visible effort to address their troubled past and figure out ways to overcome it, instead of sweeping it all under the rug and pretend it never happened, as Erza acknowledges the shit Jellal’s pulled and holds him accountable for them. That’s something I can appreciate about this ship.
The fandom won’t stop raging over the fiance scene, but I thought it was perfect. It served to confirm Jellal and Erza’s mutual romantic feelings for each other, but it was careful not to make the relationship official, because we all know Jellal and Erza are not ready for a committed relationship yet, but once they’ve solved all their problems and get together, it’ll be worth the wait and it’ll be ten times more beautiful. What’s more, this scene also shows how much they love and respect each other. Jellal loves Erza and respects her too much to drag her into a relationship with him while he’s still a wanted criminal, and Erza loves and respects Jellal enough that instead of making a fuss over him lying, she accepts his decision and doesn’t push any further than that. In her heart, she knows he loves her, and that’s enough for her, for now.
I love that they trust each other enough to let the other handle their own thing. I love that their love for each other doesn’t overshadow everything else about their characters. I love that they can still be two separate people with separate lives and still be in love. I love how fiercely independent they are.
Most of all, I love that they’re practically the only people who truly understand each other. Yes, Erza has her friends and Jellal has his guild, but the enslavement at the Tower of Heaven is something that only they have gone through together, and since it has left a permanent impact on them, it’s the one thing about them that only they can share. That’s why when Erza’s torture at the hands of Kyouka triggered her past memories as a child slave, it was Jellal who showed up to comfort and encourage her. Because he’s been there, too. He understands. And that was the whole point of the scene, not “lol Jellal just randomly appeared out of nowhere for the Jerza fanservice”.
tl;dr: Jerza is the perfect example of a relationship that started off dark and unhealthy but manages to slowly work things out in a way that doesn’t feel rushed and disrespectful to either of them. It’s also one of the very few fictional relationships to not let the romance overtake every aspect of the characters’ personalities, and avoid the co-dependency motif, which is often glorified in romantic relationships but is, in fact, extremely unhealthy and disturbing.
Greetings fabulous people! I hope everyone’s having a great summer so far ^_^ And if any if you are still in school, for some unfortunate reason, I’m keeping you in my prayers. 🙏
In other news, I pulled a muscle in my neck, I dunno if its just a bad torticollis but the pain spread down to my shoulder and certain spots in my back so yay! How fun it is not to be able to look on my left without turning my whole body!
Anywho, enough about my boring life, here’s a new imagine. Thank you to this sweet girl for being so patient. I actually forgot to save it the other day, so I had to start over, ugh the struggle.
But here it is, I'm pretty happy with the result, 7 pages on Word ^_^
Well, I hope you guys enjoy this and have a great weekend!
(Y/n)=Your name (B/n)=Boyfriend’s name
‘Can you do an imagine where your boyfriend is a college baseball player and you go to his game for the playoffs and he’s the winning pitcher?? Please and thank you I love your imagines' (Seeee how sweet is she😱😍)
I still couldn’t believe it; I was finally going to see (b/n) after 3 months. Our colleges were unfortunately 10 hours away, which made it hard for us to see each other, on top of the schoolwork we had. Fortunately, the year was almost over and I’d be able to spend this weekend with (b/n).
I’d driven 10 exhausting hours to be able to make it to his baseball game. Although very long, the drive was worth it seeing as we’d be driving off to his family’s chalet to spend the weekend there afterwards.
I drummed my fingers impatiently on the wheel as I scanned the streets for a parking spot. I finally spotted one near the entrance of the campus and quickly parked there before hopping out of my car with my bag and keys in hand. I locked the doors before making my way to the back of the campus, where the baseball field was situated. Much to my dismay, the teams were already on the field, meaning that I wouldn’t be able to talk to (b/n) before the game.
I sighed as I made my up the bleachers. I spotted a row of empty seats near the front and made my way there before plopping down on a chair. I dropped my bag on the ground in between my feet before taking my sunglasses off. I scanned the field for (b/n) and finally spotted the back of his jersey, with his lucky number on it. As if he could feel eyes on him he turned around. When our eyes met, a huge smile lit up his face and he waved eagerly at me. I waved back more calmly before blowing him a kiss. He caught it before waving at me again. I couldn’t keep my laughter in when I saw him before pulled back by his coach.
‘’Is that your boyfriend?’’ I turned my head to the right to find a redhead sat next to me.
I smiled at her before nodding. ‘’Did you come to see your boyfriend?’’
She frowned and shook her head as a small laugh escaped her lips. ‘’No, just my brother.’’ She seemed awfully familiar but I knew for sure I’d never seen her before.
‘’Ah, there he is.’’ She pointed to a tall guy with number 18 on the back of his jersey.
‘’Oh, Jake right?’’ I turned to her and she nodded.
‘’You know him?’’ Her eyes seemed to light up as she dropped her bag in between her feet.
‘’Yeah, (b/n) and him are friends. I knew you looked familiar.’’
She chuckled and turned her body towards me. ‘’Small world, huh.’’
‘’I’m (Y/n).’’ I nodded as I held out my hand to her.
Lydia turned out to be a super nice girl whom I had tons of things in common with. And thanks to her I got some insight on the jokes that (b/n) liked to pull on campus, where she studied psychology.
There were only a few minutes left to the game that was tied 3-3. Lydia and I were standing, much like most of the crowd, and she was gripping my hand just as tightly as I was gripping hers.
Jake was the next batter in line and we both cheered him as he made his way towards the batter’s box. He swung his bat before focusing his eyes on the pitcher. The pitcher swung his arm before repositioning himself on his spot.
‘’Strike!’’ The catcher yelled before the ball was thrown back to the pitcher. The crowd’s silence was deafening as we all watched the pitcher throw the ball a second time.
Jake rolled his shoulders back, seemingly nervous as the ball was thrown back to the pitcher for the second time.
‘’C’mon Jake!’’ Lydia yelled from next to me.
The loud smacking noise of the bat hitting the ball echoed quite loudly and Jake was off as soon as the bat left his hands. The crowd’s cheers got louder as Jake sprinted across the field. A player from the other team fumbled with the ball and Jake seemed to notice seeing as he sped up. Lydia and I cheered along with the crowd as Jake passed the batter’s box.
Jake threw his hands up in the air and quickly disappeared under his teammates hugs. A few seconds after he was lifted upon two players’ shoulders who turned to the crowd chanting ‘Jake’. I laughed at Lydia who was probably the one cheering the loudest.
My attention was quickly brought to (b/n) and my heart churned as I scanned the field for him. The question that had been bugging me for weeks flew back into my mind; what if he got bored of me?
I was pulled out of my thoughts by a finger poking my side. I turned to Lydia who was pointing at something on the field.
‘’What are you waiting for, he’s looking for you!’’ My eyes found (b/n) who had his hand over his eyes, shielding them from the sun as he scanned the crowd. He spotted me and waved, motioning for me to join him. My bag was shoved into my arms and I looked up at Lydia with wide eyes.
‘’Go!’’ She yelled, pointing towards the stairs. I laughed and slung my bag over my shoulder as I elbowed my way through the crowd and down the stairs, as fast as I could. I huffed quietly as I jumped down the last step and made my way through the long passage that separated the bleachers from the field.
‘’Excuse me.’’ I groaned as I squeezed my way through some people.
I felt my heartbeat accelerate, as I got closer to the entrance of the field. My eyes widened when I spotted (b/n) at the end of the passage.
‘’(B/n)!’’ I yelled as loud as I could, my pace accelerated as I saw him turn around. I struggled to keep my bag on shoulder as I started walking faster, almost running. ‘’(B/n)!’’ I yelled again. Our eyes met and he dropped his bag before taking off towards me. My legs seemed to have a mind of their own as they sent me sprinting towards (b/n).
I gasped loudly as I jumped into (b/n)’s arms, making our chest collide hard, taking my breath away at the same time. My bag slid from my arm as my arms flew around (b/n)’s neck with my legs wrapped around his torso. All I could focus on was (b/n)’s arms around me, hugging me close to him. I felt my eyes water as I buried my face in his neck and breathed in. I could feel my heart hammering against my chest, and the familiar set of butterflies in my stomach. I felt as if I couldn’t breathe because of close I was pressed to (b/n), but I didn’t mind. I felt tears run down my cheek as I fisted my hands through (b/n)’s jersey.
(B/n)’s chest was heaving up and down against mine and his hand running up and down my back soothingly. I tried breathing in deeply but only ended choking on my tears.
‘’Don’t cry baby girl, I’m here.’’ (B/n)’s breath tickled my skin as he whispered in my ear and I closed my eyes, savouring the feeling of his lips against my skin.
‘’I-I just missed you-‘’ The end of my sentence was cut of by my sobs. I bit down my lip as I tried to hold them in.
‘’I know baby, I missed you so much, you have no idea how.’’ (B/n)’s voice cracked and he pulled before resting his forehead against mine. His eyes softened as they fell on my face. One of his hands held my back while the other wiped my tears way. (B/n)’s forehead fell back against mine and he closed his eyes, his hand still on my cheek.
‘’You’re not bored?’’ I asked in a small voice, still raspy from crying. (B/n)’s eyes flew open and he pulled back.
‘’What?’’ He frowned down at me and my eyes fell to his chest. ‘’(Y/n), look at me what are you talking about?’’
I looked up at (b/n) and he urged me on with a raise of his eyebrows. ‘’I-I thought you’d gotten bored of me.’’ I gulped audibly as I avoided (b/n)’s gaze.
‘’Are you crazy?’’ (B/n)’s fingers tilted my head back up so I could look at him. ‘’Are you fucking crazy?’’ He chuckled lowly before pulling me in for a kiss. It was even better than when we’d hugged. I didn’t know how much I’d missed kissing him until then as I felt his lips move fast against mine. The kiss felt urgent, as if he had to make up for all the lost time. I smiled into the kiss as I kissed him back just as eagerly. (B/n) gripped my hips as he bit down on my bottom lip before kissing me gently.
We both pulled back breathless, chests heaving up and down and hands still gripping each other tightly. (B/n) pressed his soft lips back against mine for a second before pulling back again.
‘’How could I ever get bored of you?’’ (B/n) frowned down at me and groaned before crashing his lips against mine.
‘’You know I can’t live without you, I love you way too much for that.’’ (B/n) grinned down at me while his hands gripped my waist.
‘’That’s enough, lovebirds!’’
‘’Get a room, I’m about to puke!’’
‘’Shut up you dicks, they’re so adorable!’’
I laughed before burying my face in the crock of (b/n)’s neck and pressing my lips to his skin. He let out a low groan of pleasure and gripped my hips tightly as I tried to untangle myself from him. ‘’I love you too.’’ I whispered before jumping down from (b/n)’s torso. My eyes lit up as I found Lydia bickering away with a guy who kept trying to tickle her.
‘’Quit it!’’ She stomped her foot on the ground before punching the guy’s arm.
‘’Alright,’’ The guy laughed and help his hands up in surrender. ‘’I gotta go, I’ll see you guys Monday.’’ He fist bumped Jake and (b/n) before turning back to Lydia. He stood there for a few seconds and I smiled as I noticed a blush creeping onto his neck.
‘’S-see you Monday.’’ He gave Lydia a quick side hug before running off into the other direction.
‘’So, what’s up with you and number 24?’’ I wiggled my eyebrows at Lydia as she and Jake approached us.
‘’What? Nothing!’’ She answered quickly, too quickly.
‘’She’s in love with him!’’ (B/n) laughed loudly, dragging out the ‘o’ of love. I grinned at Lydia as I felt (b/n)’s arms around me and chin resting on top of my head.
‘’Head over heels!’’ Jake added before hi-fiving (b/n).
‘’I’m not,’’ Lydia frowned before crossing her arms over her chest. ‘‘In love with him.’’ Her cheeks seemed brighter because of her hair and it only made me smile wider.
‘’Please, I saw that look you gave him, and the one he gave you.’’ I winked at Lydia and she rolled her eyes before sliding her bag over her shoulder.
‘’Whatever,’’ She huffed quietly before punching her brother’s side. ‘’C’mon dickhead, we gotta go.’’
Jake rolled his eyes before grabbing his baseball bag from the ground. ‘’Yeah, we’re off home for the weekend.’’
Lydia and I quickly exchanged numbers with the promise of texting each other during the weekend.
‘’Talk to him.’’ I warned as she slid her phone back into her pocket. She rolled her eyes at before giving me a quick side hug.
‘’Alright, lovebirds!’’ Jake patted (b/n)’s back before winking at me. ‘’Enjoy your weekend with the winning pitcher, use protection-‘’
‘’Get out of here!’’ (B/n) laughed before pushing Jake away.
I smiled to myself as I watched our friends walk away before turning around and standing on my tiptoes to place a kiss to (b/n)’s cheek. ‘’Winning pitcher, huh.’’
‘’Yeah.’’ (B/n) smiled proudly down at me as we made our way towards the entrance of the baseball field.
‘’I’m proud of you.’’
(B/n) smiled down at me before placing a kiss to my forehead.
‘’Maybe you’ll get a reward then, this weekend.’’ I winked at (b/n) before running off towards my car, laughing as I pictured (b/n)’s shocked face and back there.
‘’Why can’t I drive?’’ I whined as (b/n) buckled my seatbelt. He purposely let his hands rest on my thighs before leaning in and placing a small kiss on my nose.
‘’Because you drove here.’’ (B/n) closed the door before jogging to the other side of the car and getting in the driver’s seat.
‘’So?’’ I frowned as he started the car before pulling his seatbelt on.
‘’I don’t want you to fall asleep on the wheel.’’ (B/n) chuckled as he drove down the street.
‘’I wouldn’t, I’m too excited to see you.’’ I replied truthfully as I turned on the radio.
‘’I can’t believe you thought I’d gotten bored of you.’’ A frown overtook (b/n) perfect features as he grabbed my hand. He brought it up to his lips before kissing it softly while keeping his eyes on the road.
‘’I don’t know.’’ I giggled nervously before squeezing (b/n)’s hand.
‘’Well, I’m never going to get bored of you.’’ (B/n) quickly glanced to his right and I gave him a small smile.
My heart fluttered as he lifted my hand to his lips again before resting our hands on his thigh. I let out a content sigh as I rested my head on the headrest and let my eyes drop close.
‘’And that, is why I’m driving.’’ I felt (b/n)’s lips pressed again my hand again before succumbing into a deep slumber.
Voilaa, I thought the reuniting scene was super cute!
I hope everyone enjoyed this, especially you Anon who I know the name of, haha. I hope I met your request 😊
Welll, that’s it for me tonight, I’ll go get started on the next imagine,
Hend Amry is just one of many women utilizing social media to fight back against Islamophobia. She can be found on Tumblr - under the handle @libyaliberty - offering witty critiques of “Arab” stock photos gone terribly wrong.
On Twitter, she has gained tons of retweets and likes for her insights, ranging from jokes about Princess Leia, responses to bogus statements by Bill Maher, and the hashtag #HowToStopAMuslimPresident - a humorous take on presidential candidate Ben Carson’s comments that he would be “uncomfortable” with a Muslim in the White House.
My 95-year-old neighbor, my favorite teacher from elementary school, Albert Einstein, and a small child I overheard at the grocery store all said:
“If you think up a clever saying or an insightful joke, it’s okay to take ownership of it and admit it’s your idea. You don’t have to attribute it to some wise or unexpected authority to make people care about it.”
Just got done recording the “Reading Tumblr Comments” video. It’ll be going up tomorrow hopefully :) Thank you all for your messages and asks. I tried to keep it a bit longer and more insightful than joke filled.
so i’m not a graphic designer(that’s pretty obvious lol)and this is not a follow forever(i’ll do that next year, i promise!). this is my way to say thank you for everything to the people who made this hell of a 2016, so much bearable.
Written by and Starring: Jim Mallon, Michael J. Nelson, Trace Beaulieu, Kevin Murphy, & Mary Jo Pehl
I caught the MST3K bug back in the days when the SyFy channel was called the ‘Sci-Fi Channel’ and they aired quality programming. Of course I had no idea they used to air on Comedy Central and I was witnessing the days where their were characters like Joel, the Mads, and Crow had a different voice. Now I got a ton of the DVDs (those things ain’t cheap!) and am well verse in the lore of what made this series great. But it took a while for me to watch the movie which, for whatever reason, got a theatrical release.
The movie is a good primer, if anything, to anyone who has yet to find joy in this series. There’s no plot to speak of as it is just the guys riffing on an edited version of the film This Island Earth. Why a movie had to be edited down, and subsequently make this release barely ninety minutes, is anyone’s guess. You don’t get the annoying commercials that were prevalent in the TV run and yet it feels like you get a bit cheated for not getting the full experience. But these guys are pros and you still get a bevy of wonderful jokes and insights into a bad movie. Again, a nice intro to the world of MST3K but you are better off getting the DVDs, find random releases on Netflix Instant, or even YouTube to truly enjoy what made this series great.