hey guys wanna hear the seven new slurs for british people i just came up with
What the fuck get fucked
mashies mad
hey guys wanna hear the seven new slurs for british people i just came up with
What the fuck get fucked
mashies mad
lijitsu asked:
I know all sorts of stuff about Batman now. I’m no Chris Sims, but Batman’s earliest consecutive adventures are collected in eleven volumes on my shelf. I do, however, seem to know slightly less about Batman than Grant Morrison often requires of me.
I would have total empathy for someone who, say, got into Transformers Animated and is satisfied by enjoying Transformers Animated and doesn’t want to get into the older stuff. Especially since most of the older stuff is friggin’ awful. You come off fresh from any of the newer Transformers stuff and try putting in a DVD of the original cartoon? Man, fuck me with a wrench, that stuff is not kind to any of the senses.
Did you know Noah is an amazingly incompetent preacher?
Did you know “years” were actually WEEKS?
How do you mean? Unless the Hebrew word used for “years” in the Scripture this trivia comes from means both “years” and “weeks” in different contexts, that creates some really weird timelines for a lot of Biblical figures.
For example, according to Genesis 5:9, Enosh became a father at 90 years old, using the same word for “years” as the 120 number. But if he was only 90 weeks… I don’t think being a father at less than two years old is especially likely. The oldest dude who ever lived, Methuselah, apparently died at 965 weeks, or 18 and a half years!
So I’m pretty sure it means 120 years. Whether that’s actually true or not is another conversation.
blackladyblue asked:
No, but I guess that’s pretty interesting. All I knew at the time is that the name means “free, independent” in Filipino, which is probably a little more pertinent.
Today I learned that I am allowed to be a bigot to anyone that’s bigger than me! Well, I’m like 5′7″, so watch out, basically everybody.
As you may remember, we asked Emerald City Comicon attendees to fill out a survey after this year’s show, to get a better idea of what worked, what didn’t, and who are attendees are. The majority of the data we received will remain private to our team, but we thought this piece of information was quite interesting and worth of sharing.
In response to the question, “what is your gender?”, with a blank text box to fill in, we received a wide variety of answers. When we compile the data, these are the results:
We can’t break down the responses further without risking a breach of privacy, but the responses we did receive were quite illuminating, and helpful in providing us with a more accurate view of our attendees.
So thank you for filling out the survey, and being honest with us about how you identify your gender. We will do our best to make sure every Emerald City Comicon attendee feels welcome at our convention, regardless of their gender identity or sexual orientation.
Fred Rogers ladies and gentleman!
Here are some interesting facts about him:
- He basically saved public television. In 1969 the government wanted to cut public television funds. Mister Rogers then went to Washington where he gave an amazing merely six minute speech. By the end of the speech not only did he charm the hostile Senators, he got them to double the budget they would have initially cut down. The whole thing can be found on youtube, a video called “Mister Rogers defending PBS to the US Senate.”
- “Certain fundamentalist preachers hated him because, apparently not getting the “kindest man who ever lived” memo, they would ask him to denounce homosexuals. Mr. Rogers’s response? He’d pat the target on the shoulder and say, “God loves you just as you are.” Rogers even belonged to a “More Light” congregation in Pittsburgh, a part of the Presbyterian Church dedicated to welcoming LGBT persons to full participation in the church.”
- According to a TV Guide piece on him, Fred Rogers drove a plain old Impala for years. One day, however, the car was stolen from the street near the TV station. When Rogers filed a police report, the story was picked up by every newspaper, radio and media outlet around town. Amazingly, within 48 hours the car was left in the exact spot where it was taken from, with an apology on the dashboard. It read, “If we’d known it was yours, we never would have taken it.”
- Once, on a fancy trip up to a PBS exec’s house, he heard the limo driver was going to wait outside for 2 hours, so he insisted the driver come in and join them (which flustered the host). On the way back, Rogers sat up front, and when he learned that they were passing the driver’s home on the way, he asked if they could stop in to meet his family. According to the driver, it was one of the best nights of his life—the house supposedly lit up when Rogers arrived, and he played jazz piano and bantered with them late into the night. Further, like with the reporters, Rogers sent him notes and kept in touch with the driver for the rest of his life.
Always reblog MR
Hero
Mr Rogers has been and will always remain a beacon of light in this dark fucking world
I’m sorry, the KKK did what?
I met him when I was in college, in 2000 or thereabouts. I was filling in for a friend at the desk of the gym where he went swimming and he came in to the lobby at 6am in his seersucker suit to go change and swim laps.
I told him I was a huge fan (once I got over the shock) and he stood and talked to me for ten minutes, asking me what my major was and what station his show was on for me as a kid.
He was exactly as he seemed - kind, thoughtful, and interested in caring about and loving everyone around him.
You were a LOT more coherent than I was when I met him.
sidzeppelin-deactivated20160307 asked:
itswalky answered:
Did you know I fancy myself a writer? Did you know that I have friends who also are “writers” and we all write things and we are professionals. Do you want to ask some questions about what we write about? I don’t like your work. It’s very influential among my professional writing peers and also to me, but I do not like it and I am a writer. Do you UNDERSTAND??!?!?! Do you validate my writing?!?!??! Do you not see that we are the same, but you are the one who is bad and I am good and also a writer too? When you sleep, do you dream? I dream of violence. I try to hit the people that make me feel small, but it’s like my fists are moving through wet sand. I want to be strong. I want to be important. I want to cry into the night and curse the moon for daring to shine brighter than I. I want to rage. RAGE! Rage at world that doesn’t know I am a writer. I am a writer. I. AM. A. WRITER. I write. I know how to put one word in front of another word with a different word on the other side of each of those words and so on and so forth until so many words are there that you just have to read them and then you know. You know for real that I am real am a writer and that I am good and that you love me. YOU LOVE ME. You have to. I MUST POSESS YOU. I will have you. I will consume your strength. I will take what of you that is good and righteous and I will make it a part of me. I don’t like your work. Please. What is wrong with me. I want to like it. I need to. I need to be liked BY it. I fear I am broken. I fear I am wrong. I fear. I FEAR. I am fear. I am afraid.
I am afraid.
Man, if I knew that whenever I’d try to play Good Cop that Joel would swoop in and be Bad Cop, I would play Good Cop way more often.