February 2011
“If you have a giant fucking pile of money and a bunch of dumb fucks running against you, DREAMS DO COME TRUE.”
—MayorEmanuel (via becool-sodapop)
Proof That Movies Are Getting Worse →
gizmodo.com
It’s not your imagination. Movies are getting worse as the years go on and someone has proof—complete with an explanation.
The folks at Moki, a movie discovery website, have created an interactive graph which incorporates data points from the 20 most popular movies of each of the last 20 years. Their conclusion:
Movie studios, they say, are taking the easy way out: recycling old ideas that are a sure bet to attract audiences, regardless of quality. Comic book sequels for the geeks. Twilight adaptations for the teenage girls.
Check out Moki’s interactive graph and play around with it. Life will make so much more sense right away. [Moki]
a complete list of links that have really burned my biscuits over the past 48 hours
How to SURVIVE Being a Stay At Home Throwback
I’m not married because I’m a bitch who likes getting laid
Georgia could make some dollas, dollas in tax moola if they allowed Sunday sales
Some of these things are much more important than the other things but STILL. I’m a tad incensed about a few things. Whiskey?
All of these items are infuriating. Here are some more:
Frederick County, Maryland, thinks you should be stuck in the 1950s
Matc
“Starting today, the Buffalo Sabres’ reason for existence will be to win the Stanley Cup,”
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Terry Pegula, in a press conference introducing him as the team’s new owner.
Very excited. Very, very excited. I already have championship riot plans.
“Don’t pointless things have a place, too, in this far-from-perfect world?”
—Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart (via blogut)
“Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being “in love” which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossoms had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two.”
—St. Augustine. (Submitted by Palabrass)
“This is Ohio. If you don’t have a brewski in your hand, you might as well be wearing a dress.”
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The Heathers
(my first time! It’s very)
What’s your damage Heather?!?
Yes… christian slater, like I was talking about before.
