As I understand it living in LA is one of those cosmically perfect acts where the punishemnt for the crime is the act itself

at the goth bbq eating corn on the macabre

i want you to know i never post lightly

Things NOBODY told me about being an adult that I wish they had:

another cool bug on this site is when youre on mobile and suddenly the ads will just move and cover the post youre reading

im so sorry ill make it up to you

enjoy the WOOLLY CHAFER BEETLE

she chafe on my bee til im wooly if im beeing perfectly honest

i hope u know that im holding hostages at the National Innocent Civilian Conference and every time someone mistakes the beetle for a bee i kill another

trying to interpret this as an actual document is funny. it's typed on the back of uhh

looks like some kind of recipe book table of contents page for making desserts

then because it's typed, someone switched to a different typewriter to write the second paragraph in the different font - what kind of typewriter types that big anyway?

anyway then C.S. Lewis looks at this document beginning "Legendary author C.S. Lewis" and thinks splendid, I will sign this, please pass my pen.

Then someone gets out some sealing wax and an F-logo seal -- it's not apparent to me who the seal belongs to - it doesn't seem to be Lewis' seal and puts a seal on the bottom of this -- nothing is actually being sealed, like it's not pendant or attaching a ribbon or anything.

The hashtag at the bottom left evokes some kind of filing system.

Then someone thoughtlessly puts a coffee cup on top of it.

this one is quacked

imagine being the guy who had to typeset sermons in Massachusett

its been about 10 years since she showed me this but i am STILL thinking about how my (then) 4 year old cousin drew birds

OBSESSED with this creature; she draws the body from above/below and the head from the side, with a giant eyeball that takes up the entire head and never looks in a specific direction. in a very old-fashioned sense: iconic

Yeah I would have guessed this was on some ancient pottery or something

moment of silence for everyone who relied on AI chat bots for research when it’s going around saying shit like this.

[image description: search that reads “country in africa that starts with K”. the featured snipped is from www.emergentmind.com and reads “While there are 54 recognized countries in Africa, none of them begin with the letter "K". The closest is Kenya, which starts with a "K" sound, but is actually spelled with a "K" sound. It's always interesting to learn new trivia facts like this.” /end ID]

The "a Black sheriff?!" conceit of Blazing Saddles (1974) was really about how race interacted with the sort of postwar American identity mythologized in cowboy movies, the actual Western frontier was the most likely place in American history to find a Black man in a respected position of authority over whites until the post-Vietnam military.

Members of carnivora paired with their common ancestor, a miacid. 

white people walk in front of this and a trapdoor immediately opens up dropping them into the Rancor pit

what's the stuff in cookie crisp thats supposed to look like chocolate chips. I always imagined it was brown wax.

wait

UM

it’s so bizarre when animated American films are set in a certain location and then only certain characters have the accents of that place. It makes no damn sense!! like

WHY IS SHE MORE FRENCH THAN THE REST OF THEM???

WHY ARE THESE GUYS MORE SCOTTISH THAN THE KIDS??

(also, aren’t they Vikings or something?)

To be fair, almost everyone in Ratatouille does have a French accent. The real question is why Linguini and also all the rats sound intensely American

If it was just the rats I’d say it’s because the movie can be interpreted to mean that the rats understand but don’t necessarily speak human languages so the rat dialog isn’t literally taking place the way we see it but that doesn’t explain why Linguini has a rat accent

LINGUINI HAS A RAT ACCENT 

Do we ever hear like

For sure that Linguini grew up in France tho?

It could be possible he’s just an American immigrant

I mean his name is Alfredo Linguini so I always assumed he was Italian

I’m sorry his first name is Alfredo?

What

ALFREDO???

he’s American you guys his mother was American it was mentioned in the beginning

I’m sorry, I’ve moved on to the fact his mother was going through her cupboard for baby names

Alfredo was a name before it was a sauce let’s go over the movie from the top again

This is Alfredo di Lelio (right) the inventor of fettuccine Alfredo, he’d come out to the table and make it in front of you by hand

The chap on the left is an airport

I think you might have your left and right mixed up, my friend

Great post everyone. Hit the showers.

Fun fact I learned back when I worked for the US government:

Back in the 50s the government wanted to build a repository for all the weather data, so they commissioned a study. They calculated all the cities in the US at the time, and ranked them based on a bunch of factors:

* earthquake risk

* hurricane risk

* tornado risk

* civil unrest risk

* strategic importance

And so on. The goal was to find the safest city to build their archive in, so that no matter what happened, it'd survive.

And after calculating all that info, they came up with Asheville, North Carolina. No earthquakes, these mountains are old. No hurricanes, it's too far inland. No tornados, too many mountains. No real civil unrest risk, unlike bigger cities in the south that may have civil rights protests. And there's nothing important there that the Soviets would want to bomb.

So that's where they built the National Weather Records Center, later NCDC (National Climatic Data Center) and then NCEI (National Centers for Environmental Information).

It's where I worked from 2007 to 2013.

But given how one of the reasons for picking it was that it was safe from destruction in case of a war, I like to think that the Soviets earmarked one ICBM for Asheville in case of WW3, just out of spite. It's what I'd do.

high annual danger of synthesizer music

NCDC moved to Asheville in 1951, the Moog Synthesizer wasn't invented until 1964, and the Moog Music company didn't move to Asheville until 2000.

So there's no way they could have known, sadly.

Fun fact: I went to college at the local UNCA from 2003-2007, where Robert Moog was a research professor. He wasn't in-office often by the time I was there (he died in 2005), but he still had an office just in case.

This is amusing to me because I principally know of Asheville, NC, as the town where there is a project to help humans and black bears live together more safely. Humans are encouraged to think of themselves as living on the bears' land rather than the other way around. Some of the female bears are collared to track their movements, and several local people have YouTube channels filming the bears which come onto their properties.

In dangerous human-bear interactions, the local wildlife wardens focus on getting the humans out of the bear's land OR getting the bear to an area which is safer for it. Residents who shoot bears find themselves excommunicated by their neighbours.

I don't know what black bears think about synthesiser music.

A lot going on in Asheville, NC

it's just that kind of town, yeah.

apparently netflix is ending their dvd rental service at the end of september and letting people keep whatever dvds they got so. if anyone wants up to 10 free dvds uhh

wait if there's anything niche on there. might be good to order it in case it gets destroyed

end of an era, but at least they're reasonably open about it. they are not accepting new sign ups anymore, so if you don't already have a login you're outta luck

“Dammit, the neighbor’s flashing us again”

I am once again pondering the fact that Marty McFly is just such a fantastic character. Like, especially when you look at other male protagonists in the 80s, they all follow a similar trend. A lot are uber cool and suave, with the added side effect of also being a jerk. Many are popular jocks or whatever. Big flirts. Edgy and troubled or sleazy, etc.

And Marty is sort of in his own category entirely. He's cool, but he's not? He skateboards and kills it on guitar but has 2 whole friends--his girlfriend and a disgraced scientist--and crippling self-doubt and can't go a day without falling down or tripping over his own feet or nearly being killed by a car.

He's polite. He's respectful. Won't let anyone mess with the people he loves and doesn't let a moment pass by where he can thank somebody or apologize for a wrongdoing. (seriously, Marty has beautiful manners. Like, it is quite noticeable how often he says, "please," "thank you," "excuse me," or "sorry".)

His emotions are all SO BIG and he doesn't hold back on them. He gets all animated when he's excited and yells when he's scared and cries when he's sad and pulls his friend into big ol' hugs.

He literally never knows what is going on. Marty exists in the constant state of confusion. Between asking Doc to "wait a minute" every other sentence and his ever-changing, scattered thoughts, Marty is just out there trying to survive. Just slow it down, alright? He's a smart guy, but he's also got elevator music playing in his head. Really really fast elevator music.

Time means nothing to him. His watch is broken. He's racking up tardies like it's nobody's business. Stopping by the garage to look for Doc and play some guitar when he should be at school. He's got to get out of that stupid suit RIGHT THIS INSTANT even though he's got one shot at the lightning strike at the clock tower.

Marty just. Does things. There is zero impulse control. A synapse fires and Marty's brain goes "!!!" and that's that. Punch the bully who's twice your size, buy that sports almanac, just Walk Away while Doc is talking to you. Buy that sweet leather jacket. Ignore ALL instructions you're given! Marty, you need constant supervision and I love you for that.

He's just. Marty is the most character. Look at him.

They really knocked it out of the park with this guy.

[ID: A screencap of Marty McFly asleep on a bed in an awkward position with his mouth open, wearing his day clothes. End ID)