Man, this is so much cooler than anything in the States.
London
This is exactly what it’s like
I think everything I love is in this picture!
“the wild regrets and the bloody sweats, none knew so well as i; for he who lives more lives than one, more deaths than one must die.” — oscar wilde.
The problem is when you try to take one without the other. Doesn’t matter which one you leave out.
HELLO, AND WELCOME. IT’S GOOD TO SEE SO MANY SMILING FACES IN THE PEWS TODAY. NOW, IT’S IMPORTANT THAT WE GET BACK TO GOOD OLD FASHIONED CHRISTIAN VALUES IN THIS COUNTRY, AND I THINK THE BEST WAY WE CAN DO THAT IS TO FOCUS ON THE PARTS OF THE BIBLE THAT OCCUR BEFORE CHRIST. THAT’S WHY WE’RE CHRISTIANS. BECAUSE CHRIST ISN’T IMPORTANT. WE NEED TO FOCUS ON THE PRIMITIVE, SUPERSTITIOUS, DEPLORABLE PARTS OF THE OLD TESTAMENT THAT ALLOW US TO BE AS FAR REMOVED FROM THE NAMESAKE OF OUR CHOSEN RELIGION AS POSSIBLE SO THAT WE DON’T HAVE TO DO THINGS LIKE EXPLAIN GAY PEOPLE OR ECONOMIC DISPARITY TO OUR KIDS WHILE SIMULTANEOUSLY SHITTING ON THE POOR AND REDUCING WOMEN AND BLACKS TO THE LEVEL OF PROPERTY, STRIPPED OF THEIR HARD-WON RIGHTS AND FREEDOMS.
WHAT WE ABSOLUTELY SHOULD NOT DO IS ACKNOWLEDGE THE TEACHINGS AND WISDOM OF THE NEW TESTAMENT, WHICH IS THE BOOK OUR RELIGION DRAWS ITS NAME FROM. THAT WOULD JUST BE SILLY, AND WE’D HAVE TO APOLOGIZE TO … EVERYONE, BASICALLY, FOR BEING ENORMOUS, UNREPENTANT ASSHOLES WHO PLACE PERSONAL PROFIT AND COMFORT OVER THE RIGHTS AND NEEDS OF THE MANY.
I CAN SEE A LOT OF YOU HERE TODAY ARE GOING TO START ASKING THE SAME KIND OF QUESTIONS THAT GOT JESUS IN SO MUCH TROUBLE, AND I JUST WANT TO ASK YOU: WHAT ARE YOU, SOCIALISTS? STOP ROCKING THE BOAT. IF YOU HAVE A CONSCIENCE THEN THE TERRORISTS HAVE WON. AMEN.
I’m dying. this is remarkable.
Nothing that you have not given away will ever be really yours.
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| — | My man, Clive Staples. (via ryfii) |
Does that make Joakim Noah Julian Delphiki?
gumplr:
God dammit, I love this kid. I love him so much.
The moment Derrick Rose realized he’s different from the others.
Derrick Rose is Ender Wiggin.
*coughWRONGORDERcough*
narniadaily:
Narnia hardcovers :) (Taken with instagram)
Hey, guys, it was my birthday Saturday, but I’ll totally accept late presents. xD
Just when you think he’s lost his swag, he does something like this. Mortals don’t do things like this.
GANGSTER, GANGSTER: LeBron’s sick pass
It may have been against the team I favor, but this was the sickest highlight of the night, and one of the more gangster moves ever. Inside my heart, he doesn’t even look back. No points deducted for doing so.
Well played, Mr. James.
Literary Lineups: Pre-1900s Authors vs. Post-1900s Authors
This is genius. I’m not sure why Ken Kesey isn’t on the Post-1900s team, but that’s just me.
Inspired by the folks over at Pitchers and Poets, I have assembled a pre-1900s team of authors and had them battle it out with a group of post-1900s. Who would win? First, the lineups:
The Pre-1900s Team:
C: Walt Whitman
He’s cranky, he’s crusty, he looks like a crusty old gold prospector, and he is absolutely perfect as the team’s catcher.
“I see great things in baseball. It’s our game - the American game. It will take our people out-of-doors, fill them with oxygen, give them a larger physical stoicism. Tend to relieve us from being a nervous, dyspeptic set. Repair these losses, and be a blessing to us.”
1B: Anne Bronte
(drawn by Charlotte Bronte)
The weakest of the Bronte sisters, she completes the Bronte-to-Bronte-to-Bronte combo. She’s certainly a below-average first baseman, but like Mitch Moreland, the rest of the team more than compensates for her. Plus, she knows the value of on-base percentage.
“If you would have your son to walk honourably through the world, you must not attempt to clear the stones from his path, but teach him to walk firmly over them - not insist upon leading him by the hand, but let him learn to go alone.”
2B: Emily Bronte
(Portrait by Branwell Bronte)
Emily, the most romantic of the Bronte sisters, was a strong writer who may have lacked the range of her sister Charlotte. A history of knee injuries pushed her to the right side of the bag.
“Oh, I’m burning! I wish I were out of doors! I wish I were a girl again, half savage and hardy, and free… and laughing at injuries, not maddening under them!
SS: Charlotte Bronte
My favorite Bronte and author of the proto-feminist novel, Jane Eyre, Charlotte plays the most difficult defensive position on the field. The entire team relies on Charlotte’s strength at short.
“Women are supposed to be very calm generally: but women feel just as men feel; they need exercise for their faculties, and a field for their efforts…”
3B: Herman Melville
A hearty, seafaring lad, Melville is particularly suited for the least represented position in the Hall of Fame. Happy to dive for hard liners without receiving the recognition he so greatly deserves is, sadly, akin to Melville’s literary work while he was still alive. Melville may lack the power of most third sackers, but he sure would have a penchant for squeezing line drives.
“Squeeze! Squeeze! Squeeze! all the morning long; I squeezed that sperm till I myself almost melted into it; I squeezed that sperm till a strange sort of insanity came over me, and I found myself unwittingly squeezing my co-labourers’ hands in it, mistaking their hands for the gentle globules.”
LF: Ralph Waldo Emerson
Close friends with Thoreau and a lover nature, Emerson would greatly enjoy the time in left field. An extremely hard worker, Emerson may lack the tools of his peers, but makes up for it with his time in the gym. A team leader, nothing less than victory would appease Emerson.
“Without ambition one starts nothing. Without work one finishes nothing. The prize will not be sent to you. You have to win it.”
CF: Henry David Thoreau
I don’t care if it breaks down every five miles. I’ll take this over my Civic in a heartbeat.
So last night I was enjoying a beer, or two or three or whatever, and I was chatting with some buddies on TinyChat. My friend, Ben, happened to mention an idea of the Ghostbusters Ecto 1 combined with Doc Brown’s Delorean. I forgot I did this as he was explaining it to me and I think I passed out later on. So just this evening I happened to peruse my desktop to see that I actually scanned it.
Ladies and gentlemen, the magic of sports.
Most Giants fans, well, not most, but those who understand stats like WHIP, WAR, ZIBBAZABBA, etc., have a pretty low opinion of Jonathan Sanchez. Me, I don’t care. I’m still a little kid. I spent a summer living in Los Angeles in 2009 and couldn’t watch any Giants games. It was pretty much killing me. I had the radio subscription on the MLB website, but was only able to listen to a couple of games. The first week of July that year, I got an email saying I would get a free preview of the online TV subscription. The first game I watched was on July 10, 2009. I was waiting for the girl I was living with to get ready for a birthday dinner for somebody and watching the Giants play the San Diego Padres with Sanchez on the mound. He was mowing hitters down. Unbelievable. He’d always had good stuff, but tended to be wild. Not that night. I was sitting on the couch in Silver Lake, a stone’s throw from Dodger Stadium watching Sanchez absolutely dominate.
I was going crazy. I wouldn’t explain what was happening to my then girlfriend for fear of jinxing it, but I could hardly contain myself. I was rocking back and forth on the couch. It got to the eighth and he still had a perfect game. Uribe made an error on a tough play and a runner reached base, but the no hitter was still intact. Aaron Rowand made an amazing catch against the wall to save the no hitter in the ninth. Sanchez then struck out Everth Cabrera to end it. The first Giants no hitter since 1976, and the first no hitter I had ever watched start to finish. So amazing.
The best part of it was that Sanchez’s dad was in the stands watching it. He had never seen his son pitch in person in a major league game until that night. After the game, he couldn’t sleep and stayed up until the newspapers came out and bought every one he could. I know it’s corny, but I’m pretty sure that made me shed a tear.
Sanchez was traded to the Royals this off-season for Melky Cabrera. Some won’t miss him, but I will. This shot I took in April 2008, when Sanchez started against the Diamondbacks. God damn, I love baseball.
