"You mean, he’s cleaning up a mess left by his predecessor?" - @DCPlod
"You mean, he’s cleaning up a mess left by his predecessor?" - @DCPlod
It would be cheaper to fly to Spain, get a hip replacement, live there for two years, get a second hip replacement, and fly home than it would be to get one hip replaced in the United States.
I think this graphic is ridiculous but I think medical tourism will become a real, serious, and common place thing very very shortly
Hello everyone, listen. I always thought it was kinda uninspired that Ariel wanted to be a human and not a giant fucking robot. I mean really, if you’re going to upgrade, you should go all the way.
So I wrote new lyrics to the song and I have called it The Little Meatbag
What is this shit?
Why am I meat?
Wouldn’t you think that, it’d be pretty sweet
If I could be a machine…
and straight up smash…everything?
Look at this hole,
It is my role
To fill it with lava, or freeze it with cold!
Looking around here I think
Blegh… Let’s kill everything!
I’ll be gadget and gizmo-encrusted
Organs and blood are a bore!
GIVE ME TWENTY.
Guns for arms?
I want mooooore
I wanna smash where the people live
I wanna see, wanna see them runnin’
runnin’ away from my - hydraulic powered
Walkin’ on legs, you can’t get too far,
JETS are required on hyperspace highways
Humans are stuck on those inefficient
Make them stay home, just to avoid
Death by this hydrogen-powered androoooid!!
Making them scream, wish I could be
A giant machiiiiiine!
What would I give, if I could live, with robot biceps?
What would I pay, to spend a day, with metal haaaands?
implant a mainframe, inside my brain,
I won’t give up til I’m chrome-plated…
Robot bitches, givin’ stitches,
to every maaaaaaan…
I’m ready to glow how the robots glow:
Gouge out my eyeballs, install some lasers-
Hands that shoot fire - and gasoline, – watch the world,
When’s it my turn
wouldn’t i love
to nuke humans from orbit abooooove
Out of the meeeat,
Wish I could be…
a giant machine…
Thank you for your time here
Just a little reminder that there are precious twisted geniuses among us.
This guy raised an abandoned moose calf with his Horses, and believe it or not, he has trained it for lumber removal and other hauling tasks. Given the 2,000 pounds of robust muscle, and the splayed, grippy hooves, he claims it is the best work animal he has. He says the secret to keeping the moose around is a sweet salt lick, although, during the rut he disappears for a couple of weeks, but always comes home….
Impressive !! MINNESOTA CLYDESDALE
they’re so fucking big
This looks like a nightmare. Is this like a Turducken except from another layer of hell?
good lord no.
Noted for next year.
The surprising thing is that he got funding—any funding, much less 25 million in funding—for a money moving app called "Clinkle."
I’m not inspired to trust financial transactions to something that sounds like a Sesame Street term for using a prison toilet.
I know this is a long shot but I’m desperate. I’m from Milwaukee, Wisconsin and my Miniature Australian Shepherd got out this evening around 7:30pm. Her name is Mocha, and she’s a red merle (red, tan and white), about 20-25lbs, fully vaccinated, microchipped and was last seen by the lighthouse on Lake Drive around 9pm. She lives on Frederick Ave closer to North Ave and is very friendly but likely scared and skittish. Please if you’re in the Milwaukee area or have followers there reblog to spread this around. Please call (262)305-5212 if she’s spotted or if you have any information.
Please spread the word. I would hope someone would do the same if it were my pups. Hope Mocha comes home soon
Enjoy your park!
If people could be trusted to behave themselves and clean up after their dogs these rules and signs wouldn’t be needed.
Last night I picked up dog poop someone left in the grass literally 10 steps away from a free poop-bag dispenser and receptacle.
I love dogs, man, but some people I could just do without.
This fucking language I swear to God
Okaaay, but just because you can do something doesn’t mean you should…
"All his faith had no effect on the outcome of his life."
Seconded. Of the many whackadoo merchandising tie-ins associated with Catching Fire (Subway comes to mind), the CoverGirl campaign may be the worst. There were plenty of ways to create cosmetic tie-ins that didn’t fetishize poverty or so thoroughly embrace and sanitize the barbarity of the Capitol. (via lbardugo)
I mean, naturally, you have a book series that indicts American culture (specifically the military industrial complex, see also: the author was watching footage of US soldiers’ bodies coming home from Iraq to be buried when she thought of the idea) and excess at the expense of underlings, so OF COURSE when they make it into a movie, there’s going to be a painfully un-self-aware merch tie-in. I actually find the Subway ad campaign a bit more sinister: “Where the victors eat.” It’s a book about people who are going hungry needlessly and a fast-food sandwich chain is making money off of it, because obviously.
We - our culture - we are the Capitol. (You too, Canada and most of Europe and every other industrialized nation who emulates Westernness.) To me, the books weren’t about the trauma of hyperconsumption so much as they were a mirror in which we can look at ourselves and go, wow, we have poor kids fighting our wars as their only means of economic advancement for the amusement and financial gain of the upper upper class, and we have enough homes and food to feed and house everyone but we still have hunger and homelessness, and we have enough money in the government to fix that, but it has to go toward those wars we’re still fighting, OH SHIT, THE CAPITOL IS US.
Most of the people in the Capitol weren’t evil. They’re just complacent. Their lives are great and they don’t have to fight anyone for food, and they purposefully look away when confronted with the ugly reality of where their wealth comes from. The system of government works well enough for them so they go with it. Sound familiar? A makeup tie-in to a movie franchise is the least of our concerns.
This is the Hunger Games meta post I’ve been waiting for.
I went to the first Hunger Games movie with some friends and their YA kids, who were huge fans of the books. Going in, I had only a vague notion of what it was about. At first I sneered a bit, reflexively, at the ludicrous notion of a civilization that would not only send children to fight to the death to maintain a social order, but also turn it into manipulative televised drama. Then the gut punch: OH SHIT, THE CAPITOL IS US. I felt a bit sick at the sudden shift in perspective.
I don’t know how many of the 10, 12, 14-year-old Hunger Games fanatics really grok the connection to the actual world they live in. I’m sure some at that age are no more perceptive than clueless studio tie-in marketers and CoverGirl executives. But I hope at least that these kids will grow up better equipped to recognize the absurdity of war and inequality than the generation raised on Top Gun and “shock & awe” and Who Wants to Marry a Millionaire Celebrity Offshore Banker.
The basement of the (Gamma Phi Gamma frat) house contained about three inches of water and the pledges were ordered to “lie on the floor and imitate a swimming action.” They were then directed to “strip completely nude except for the blindfold” and had “a substance described as being like ‘Icy Hot’ applied to their nipples, back, buttocks and scrotum.”
After having limburger cheese stuffed in their mouths, the pledges were each given a “ball of stuffing” and ordered to “simulate having sexual intercourse with it.” …
The pledges were then hit with “towels and shirts that had the ends balled up in knots” or which had “items tied inside them to inflict pain.” (The pledge), 19, was struck in the testicles with “a towel fashioned as a weapon,” according to an affidavit sworn by Wilmington Police Department Detective Brian Kratzer.
He “went to the ground immediately in pain and was clutching himself in the groin.” Frat members eventually got him to his feet so they could conclude the hazing by stuffing vinegar-soaked bananas into the mouths of the three men (who were told the item was “poop or sh*t”).
After the initiation, (the pledge) complained of significant pain in his testicles. He was transported to a local hospital where he underwent surgery to have a testicle removed as a result of “damage caused to him when he was struck by the towel.” Detective Kratzer also noted that he had “large bruising and contusions upon much of his upper torso resulting from being struck during the initiation.”
Ban, forbid, and outlaw hazing all you want, but it’ll continue until kids can all muster up enough self-respect to say “no thanks” to dangerous and degrading torment like this.
How about someone start a fraternity whose sole initiation requirement is that you walked out on some other fraternity’s asinine hazing ritual.
Posted by Prince Shawn.
right right rigHT. i have to say, shopping on black friday **ON THE DAY OF*** is one thing. like literally during the day. not at 5 pm thanksgiving night. the fact that stores are open at that time is fucking ridiculous.
I can think of nothing - NOTHING - that would cause me to camp out in order to go shopping.
Not only are these people camping out to shop, but they’re camping out with the intention of actually missing Thanksgiving.
In the U.S., Thursday is supposed to be a day of national Thanksgiving. If I was in a position to do so, I would actually consider national legislation banning any retail business from opening on Thanksgiving day.
The whole process has become insane.
Vote davidkendall in 2016, folks.