http://www.radioreference.com/apps/audio/?action=wp&feedId=6254
spread this everywhere, write down badge numbers, take pictures.
reblog, don’t just like. liking does nothing, you butts. reblogging at least is a signal boost.
Signal boosting.
http://www.radioreference.com/apps/audio/?action=wp&feedId=6254
spread this everywhere, write down badge numbers, take pictures.
reblog, don’t just like. liking does nothing, you butts. reblogging at least is a signal boost.
Signal boosting.
“I’m Commander Shepard, and present tense is my favorite of all the tenses.”

lightningbreeze-dancingthunder:
nkfr:
Scared of missing anything.
I like this idea
Superboy…! You…!
Happened to be YJ #1 >_>;;
Roland had seen him close-up again, had spoken to him.
That is the worst title for a musical ever.
Seeing the Letter E.
“What do you get when you do an internet search of ‘Suzushima’”
“Finding Pandora’s Box”
well i
“…remember, I’m only doing this because I like your robot.”
That seems accurate.
“Hey, we all make mistakes, right?”
Scarily accurate…
Symphonies of Flame
Holy shit, my life is going to be epic.
she died a broken death.
From Mega-dork to Motorcycle Mama.
hahahahahahahahahaha
Sirius.
I see.
”..windy circles of the City”
Yes yes“O Estella, Estella!”
hmmm
“details of the requirements are given in the professional experience handbook.”
huh.
“no probabilities, projections, or summations” …lol
“Kites are falcon-shaped, but are buoyant gliders, not power-fliers.”
Yay for having a bird identification book closest…
“An inclusive compendium of information.”
From A Handbook to Literature’s entry “Encyclopedia.” Pretty fitting.

“I feel your pain, I know where you are coming from…but go get a job.”
GOP spokesman Ron Christie, who, after calling unemployed people “lazy” went on to call #occupywallstreet a “disorderly mob” and claim that protestors are “doing drugs and having sex in public.”
For the record, Mr. Christie…not everyone was lucky enough to be born in swanky, entitled Palo Alto like you were. Not everyone has the wealthy Peninsula connections that you have, and in fact…almost 25 percent of the male African-American population is being actively disenfranchised by the people who sign your checks.
You are being used by a racist political party to provide them with cover for their racist deeds…an act which so glaringly obvious that I have to believe you are in on it.
Seriously dude…how much are they paying you to sell us out?
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ron_Christie
#occupywallstreet
Go get a job? Get your party to sign the CBO supported American Jobs Act and provide them some!
-Joe
To quote Bruce Hornsby, “…they can’t buy a job. / The man in the silk suit hurries by; / As he catches the poor old ladies’ eyes, / Just for fun he says "Get a job.”
“Get a job” – like it’s as easy as going into McDonald’s and picking on off the menu: “Oh, I’d like a job in the field I went to school and landed in debt for, a side order of good health benefits – dental and eye care coverage, too, thanks – with a high enough starting salary that I can keep myself (and my family if I have one) fed, sheltered, cared for, and still have some to save or put toward that debt I mentioned earlier. Thanks!”
Mr. Christie, have you tried to get a job lately? What’s that? You already have one? And people pay you to spew hate and against people who through no fault of their own cannot find employment that allows them to not have to worry about a whole slew of things I highly doubt you have to worry about?
Yeah. I call bullshit, sir.

I was seriously disappointed when she died, partly because my Warden was looking forward to playing mentor to another woman warrior.
The Great European Ascot: Complete Do-It-Yourself Instructions for Americans
Great thing my mom got me at an estate sale, or greatest thing my mom got me at an estate sale?
“Here’s a great new way to tie one on – with the Carre European Ascot Scarf – a silky fashion accessory that ties and knots in diverse ways. The effect? An unlimited scope of sportswear accents, ranging from the classic elegance of the English ascot to the casual insouciance of the French knot. A gamut of individual fashion expressions, decided and defined by your own imagination and a deft flick of your fingers. In a word – elegant. Casual, yet correct. To be worn with a sport shirt, a Leisure Suit or a sport jacket. Masculine flair in pure luxury.”
Throwing up some cute on everyone’s dashes before dinner: Sigrun (Who needs more love, to be quite honest), Bodahn, and Sandal
These are so much fun * A *
D’aww, Bodahn and Sandal doggies.
My initial reaction upon stumbling across this in my random scrollings through random tumblrs (tumblr, for me, sometimes leads to the same thing that happens when I go to TV Tropes – I end up somewhere having no idea what lead me there) was a kneejerk desire to punch my computer screen, which gradually down-graded to face-palming and then to “::sigh:: Seriously?” levels of annoyance.
Does American fast ood come up with some whacked-out, seriously-not-a-great-idea-from-a-health-standpoint stuff? Yes. Is diabetes a growing problem in the US? Yes. Is obesity a growing problem in the US? Yes. Are these last two sometimes related, in the case of Type 2 (usually non-insulin dependent) diabetes? Yes.
Am I still pissed off that this joke apparently happened? Yes.
Besides the fact that it’s pretty clearly fat-shaming, it’s painting a complex chronic disease as having a single cause: weight issues. It’s focusing solely on Type 2 diabetes, which is admittedly on the rise and getting more attention these days than is Type 1 (insulin dependent) diabetes, which is also on the rise and is being found in more and more very young children – I’m talking 18 months and younger, who’ve never eaten fried chicken in their lives.
I have Type 1 diabetes. I was diagnosed when I was eleven, and by this coming February, I’ll have been living with it for fourteen years. For me, developing this disease was likely a combination of genetics and contracting one of several viruses which have been know to trigger auto-immune diseases like Type 1 diabetes. My grandmother had 10 older siblings: every one of them had Type 2. My mother’s oldest sister has Type 1 (she was originally misdiagnosed as Type 2 back in the 1970s when people still thought only kids could get Type 1, which was still mainly called “juvenile diabetes”; however, you can develop it anywhere from birth to well into your thirties and almost forties). That aunt’s son (child #2 out of 4) developed it, and one of his two daughters developed it. My mom’s other sister’s grandson developed it when he was five.
Sometimes, diabetes has nothing to do with weight. I resent jokes like this for running with the idea that having diabetes means it’s your fault because you’re an “overweight idiot” who makes poor dietary choices. That mentality is not funny, and it’s not helpful, because it is essentially going, “Lol lol, look at the fatties and what they did to themselves” and that pisses me off.

Soooo much body with such tiny arms. Definitely “so strange looking it’s cute” in my book.
The front part is definitely cute. It’s the nub tail we’re stuck on. And the fact that he’s just so long. Like, he’d be crawling on you and you’d be like “oh lol this is so cute” but then it gets to a certain point where it is just too much. Too much of this whatever it is.
Good point. After a while it could definitely be an “oh sweet Maker, when does it end?” sort of thing. Made more awkward-looking by the apparent lack of hind limbs. Though hind limbs would probably be awkward for him to actually try to use.