4.13.2011
4.12.2011
The Linkdown: Booyakasha!
1. Talk about a good f*cking cause.2. I know times are hard in the Raptors camp, but this is the GAYEST thing I have ever seen.3. Love this idea. I might do it in my own home.5. Ladies, would you say yes to this marriage proposal? It was either you or Bulbasaur.6. Bieber winning.7. Holy sugar hill gange...I love this shoe.8. This is really how the cosmos was made. And it makes perfect sense to me.9. Gross tattos. Leave it to a girl to go above and beyond.
Sex is no accident. Wrap it Up...
...says MTV. I think it's nice. Not sure is the comic book style is relevant to the MTV viewers. But I guess the imagery is shockingly funny enough to make preteens and college kids alike read it. VIA broccolicity
4.11.2011
Iron. Woodkid.
Woodkid - Iron from WOODKID on Vimeo.
Gorgeous video. Dont know much about the artist or his music....but now he's on my radar.
VIA makethelogobigger
Hello Metaphor.
Line: Touch him and you to touch everything he's touched.
Get it? It's like 2 levels deep. But here's some real added value for this ad...alot men do not wash their hands after taking a piss. I cannot tell you how many times I've seen dudes just walk right out of the bathroom and I had to make a mental note not to ever touch their stuff. I cannot tell you how long the list is at my job. Because you know....holding your junk for 30 seconds requires no form of cleanliness after. The bugger execution is "eh".
So....go ahead buy the Purell. Cause you simply cannot trust people.
Trash Talking.
Baseball season is about to begin. Are you ready for 18 hour games to take up the slots of every channel and every station known to man? Yea...neither am I. But Alec softens the blow a bit.
VIA oneplusinfinity
4.08.2011
Pooh 2011.
I was smiling from ear to ear as soon as I saw this. How ridiculously child like I am.
.....(so excited).
VIA broccolicity
YELLOW DYNO: PEDO HUNTER.
YELLOW DINO: PEDO HUNTER from Everything Is Terrible! on Vimeo.
Ummmm, this PSA is perhaps the best thing I have ever seen. A yellow dinosaur that not only tells us about the harms of people like pedophile Reginald Charming but shows us how to handle them.
I would love to have the printed script to this. "I'm talking to you lizard. Do you hear me!!!"
Getting Head on the Wings of a Plane.
Ok, so the video isn't as exciting as the title. But it's cool. Notice how they didn't allow Djokovic to say anything.
4.07.2011
Pentagram Buns:Sacrelicious!
So read this on copyranter, and I didn't get it at first. I kid you not. But I walked away from my computer, came back red it again, and then laughed for like 5 minutes straight. I mean, it's an utterly ridiculous connection to make. Buns and Jesus Christ.But the limited time Joke....come on, that's pretty good. You have to admit.
VIA copyranter
4.05.2011
How to Make Love to a Trans Person.
Forget the images you’ve learned to attach
To words like cock and clit,
Chest and breasts.
Break those words open
Like a paramedic cracking ribs
To pump blood through a failing heart.
Push your hands inside.
Get them messy.
Scratch new definitions on the bones.
Get rid of the old words altogether.
Make up new words.
Call it a click or a ditto.
Call it the sound he makes
When you brush your hand against it through his jeans,
When you can hear his heart knocking on the back of his teeth
And every cell in his body is breathing.
Make the arch of her back a language
Name the hollows of each of her vertebrae
When they catch pools of sweat
Like rainwater in a row of paper cups
Align your teeth with this alphabet of her spine
So every word is weighted with the salt of her.
When you peel layers of clothing from his skin
Do not act as though you are changing dressings on a trauma patient
Even though it’s highly likely that you are.
Do not ask if she’s “had the surgery.”
Do not tell him that the needlepoint bruises on his thighs look like they hurt
If you are being offered a body
That has already been laid upon an altar of surgical steel
A sacrifice to whatever gods govern bodies
That come with some assembly required
Whatever you do,
Do not say that the carefully sculpted landscape
Bordered by rocky ridges of scar tissue
Looks almost natural.
If she offers you breastbone
Aching to carve soft fruit from its branches
Though there may be more tissue in the lining of her bra
Than the flesh that rises to meet it, Let her ripen in your hands.
Imagine if she’d lost those swells to cancer,
Diabetes,
A car accident instead of an accident of genetics
Would you think of her as less a woman then?
Then think of her as no less one now.
If he offers you a thumb-sized sprout of muscle
Reaching toward you when you kiss him
Like it wants to go deep enough inside you
To scratch his name on the bottom of your heart
Hold it as if it can-
In your hand, in your mouth
Inside the nest of your pelvic bones.
Though his skin may hardly do more than brush yours,
You will feel him deeper than you think.
Realize that bodies are only a fraction of who we are
They’re just oddly-shaped vessels for hearts
And honestly, they can barely contain us
We strain at their seams with every breath we take
We are all pulse and sweat,
Tissue and nerve ending
We are programmed to grope and fumble until we get it right.
Bodies have been learning each other forever.
It’s what bodies do.
They are grab bags of parts
And half the fun is figuring out
All the different ways we can fit them together;
All the different uses for hipbones and hands,
Tongues and teeth;
All the ways to car-crash our bodies beautiful.
But we could never forget how to use our hearts
Even if we tried.
That’s the important part.
Don’t worry about the bodies.
They’ve got this.
-Gabe Moses
VIA coilhouse
To words like cock and clit,
Chest and breasts.
Break those words open
Like a paramedic cracking ribs
To pump blood through a failing heart.
Push your hands inside.
Get them messy.
Scratch new definitions on the bones.
Get rid of the old words altogether.
Make up new words.
Call it a click or a ditto.
Call it the sound he makes
When you brush your hand against it through his jeans,
When you can hear his heart knocking on the back of his teeth
And every cell in his body is breathing.
Make the arch of her back a language
Name the hollows of each of her vertebrae
When they catch pools of sweat
Like rainwater in a row of paper cups
Align your teeth with this alphabet of her spine
So every word is weighted with the salt of her.
When you peel layers of clothing from his skin
Do not act as though you are changing dressings on a trauma patient
Even though it’s highly likely that you are.
Do not ask if she’s “had the surgery.”
Do not tell him that the needlepoint bruises on his thighs look like they hurt
If you are being offered a body
That has already been laid upon an altar of surgical steel
A sacrifice to whatever gods govern bodies
That come with some assembly required
Whatever you do,
Do not say that the carefully sculpted landscape
Bordered by rocky ridges of scar tissue
Looks almost natural.
If she offers you breastbone
Aching to carve soft fruit from its branches
Though there may be more tissue in the lining of her bra
Than the flesh that rises to meet it, Let her ripen in your hands.
Imagine if she’d lost those swells to cancer,
Diabetes,
A car accident instead of an accident of genetics
Would you think of her as less a woman then?
Then think of her as no less one now.
If he offers you a thumb-sized sprout of muscle
Reaching toward you when you kiss him
Like it wants to go deep enough inside you
To scratch his name on the bottom of your heart
Hold it as if it can-
In your hand, in your mouth
Inside the nest of your pelvic bones.
Though his skin may hardly do more than brush yours,
You will feel him deeper than you think.
Realize that bodies are only a fraction of who we are
They’re just oddly-shaped vessels for hearts
And honestly, they can barely contain us
We strain at their seams with every breath we take
We are all pulse and sweat,
Tissue and nerve ending
We are programmed to grope and fumble until we get it right.
Bodies have been learning each other forever.
It’s what bodies do.
They are grab bags of parts
And half the fun is figuring out
All the different ways we can fit them together;
All the different uses for hipbones and hands,
Tongues and teeth;
All the ways to car-crash our bodies beautiful.
But we could never forget how to use our hearts
Even if we tried.
That’s the important part.
Don’t worry about the bodies.
They’ve got this.
-Gabe Moses
VIA coilhouse
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