(via Aye-Aye Aye!)
She’s a kind of lemur. I’m just hugely tickled that they’ve named her Elphaba. I’m not even a fan of Wicked, but I’m tickled!
Chillin’ out, maxin’, relaxin’ all cool.
Joan of Arc drove to England and crowned the Fresh Prince.
(via shredsandpatches)
Why do girls keep putting Merlin and Arthur “together”. It’s harder to fantasize about being with Merlin if you’re just gonna make him gay. Don’t you want him to find a girl on the show? You’re messing up the legend.
Oddly enough, some of us don’t want to fantasize about getting together with Merlin; we want to fantasize—and write stories—about Merlin and Arthur as a couple. It’s called “slash”. And at this rate, Merlin’s probably not going to “get some” from a female love interest any more than from Arthur, so it’s all fiction anyhow.
He’s never going to kiss Arthur, so get over it and just wait till he actually gets some from the woman he ends up with!
WAAAAAAAAANT…
I mentioned a few days ago that I wanted to needle-felt a bleeding heart pigeon, and I decided to actually go through with it and finish him! <3 You can’t really tell from the photos, but he has a lot of ruffly detail on his back (and some on his front, too).
It took at least 5 hours to make this little guy, and he can fit in the palm of your hand. I exaggerated the heart on his chest because I thought it would be cute!
Here’s the original bird I based this guy off of:
I’d love to hear any feedback you guys have about him!
Oh— and does anyone have any suggestions for what his name should be?
(via fat-birds)
Lord help me.
I have SO much work to do. It’s just checking magazines into our catalogue, sorting and labelling them, and either putting them in the mail bag or hand-delivering them, mostly to one department, but our mail carrier has been out sick and there’s just. so. MUCH.
*clutches hair*
My boss keeps saying cheerfully, “They can’t fire us when we have so much work to do!” She is cheerful. I am melodramatic. *g*
I used to buy a lot of MP3s. I don’t anymore. That’s not to say I don’t listen to MP3s. I have about 10,000 of the little guys squeezed like vienna sausages into my iTunes music folder, and I listen to them a lot. But when I buy music today I buy it on vinyl. I’m no audiophile, no retro hepcat, but my ears tell me that music sounds better on vinyl - warmer, more nuanced, less shrill - and I make it a point to listen to my ears. Also, I’ve rediscovered the pleasures of looking at the art work on record jackets. Thumbnail images are pretty weak substitutes. In fact, they suck.
But the decisive factor in the transformation of my purchasing behavior, as a marketer would say, wasn’t aesthetic. It was the decision by record companies to start giving away a free digital copy of an album when you buy the vinyl version. Hidden inside the sleeve of a new record, like a Cracker Jack prize, is a little card with a code on it that let’s you download the digital files of the songs, often in a lossless format, from the record company. So I no longer have to choose between the superior sound and packaging of vinyl and the superior mobility of digital. When I’m near my turntable, I spin the platter. When I’m not, I fire up the MP3s.
Buy the atoms, get the bits free. That just feels right - in tune with the universe, somehow.
There’s a lesson here, I think, for book publishers. In fact, bundling a free electronic copy with a physical product would have a much bigger impact in the book business than in the music business. After all, in order to play vinyl you have to buy a turntable, and most people aren’t going to do that. So vinyl may be a bright spot for record companies, but it’s not likely to become an enormous bright spot. The only technology you need to read a print book is the eyes you were born with, and print continues, for the moment, to be the leading format for books. If you start giving away downloads with print copies, you shake things up in a pretty big way.
(via ayjay)
(Source: apanetezik, via dduane)
Study for The Moon, 1902; Study for The North Star, 1902 by Alphonse Mucha
I have adored Mucha ever since I was a child. My mother and I did some amateur theatre together, starting when I was only six or seven, and there were Mucha posters in the lobby. I think I was imprinted like a duckling.
(via redhead-monster)
"A true poet does not bother to be poetical,” said the poet Jean Cocteau. “Nor does a nursery gardener perfume his roses.” I think that’s wise counsel for you in the coming weeks, Capricorn. It’s important that you do what you do best without any embellishment, pretentiousness, or self-consciousness. Don’t you dare try too hard or think too much or twist yourself like a contortionist to meet impossible-to-satisfy expectations. Trust the thrust of your simple urges."
Headcanon triumphant
Tried to watch Star Trek: Nemesis last night. Worf’s hungover growl of “Irving Berlin…!” is pretty funny, but I have these terrible urges to yell at the screen: “They’re not ‘Remans’, they’re Havranssu! They look perfectly normal! And they’re not ‘Romulans’, either!” Also, Tom Hardy’s puffy lips do not help.
The Rihannsu are my canon, now and forever, world without end. Amen.
[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]
Marry Me A Little - Rupert Young
From COMPANY, the musical.
God damn, Sondheim writes difficult songs. Of course we all knew that already. But not only did Rupert rock that song, I think he could have taken it just fine in a slightly higher key.
