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aquarium advertisments say stuiff like discover the longtooth grouper this friday
I see that, and raise you my local aquarium's advertising.
Vancouver Aquarium has similar ads!
They also have some SERIOUSLY inventive ones:
(High and Low Tide ^)
the only type of advertising that should exist: "ooooohhhh you want to come look at the animal"
Heat (1995)
The sun and son of Arabia
Watched "Lawrence of Arabia" for the first time and i had to make something. I had a vision but dont know if i executed it correctly
ok now give him a handjob in your childhood bedroom
Attention, rare sightings of the Patrician of Ankh-Morpork 🦩 🖤
“From the back, Vetinari looked like a carnivorous flamingo.” - Men at Arms
“Thin, pale, and clad all in dusty black, the Patrician always put Ridcully in mind of a predatory flamingo, if you could find a flamingo that was black and had the patience of a rock.” - Reaper Man
@elodieunderglass I know it s supposed to be the leucism channel, but COME ON
Beautiful, thank you so much!
by Shel Silverstein
Now in the laid-back California town of sunny San Rafael Lived a girl named Pearly Sweetcake–you probably knew her well She was stoned 15 of her 18 years, and her story was widely told That she could smoke ‘em faster than anyone could roll
Well, her legend finally reached New York, that Grove Street walk-up flat Where dwelt the Calistoga Kid, a beatnik from the past He’d been rollin’ dope since time began, now he took a cultured toke And said “Jim, I can roll ‘em faster than any CHICK can smoke”
So a note gets sent to San Rafael for the championship of the world The Kid demands a smoke-off; “Well bring him on!” says Pearl “I’ll grind his fingers off his hands! He’ll roll until he drops!” Says Calistog, “I’ll smoke that chick till she blows up and pops”.
So they rent out Yankee Stadium, and the word is quickly spread Come one, come all, who walk or crawl, tickets just two lids a head And from every town and hamlet, over land and sea they speed The world’s greatest dopers, with the world’s greatest weed.
Hashishers from Morocco, hemp smokers from Peru And the Shashniks from Bagun (who smoke the deadly Pu-ga-ru) And those who call it “light of life” And those that call it “boo”
See the dealers and their ladies, wearing turquoise lace and leather See the narcos and the closet smokers, puffing all together From the teenies who smoke legal, to the ones who’ve done some time To the old man who smoked “reefer” back before it was a crime.
And the grand old House That Ruth Built is filled with the smokes and cries Of fifty thousand screaming heads, all stoned out of their minds And they play the national anthem, and the crowd lets out a roar As the spotlight hits the Kid and Pearl, ready for their smoking war.
At a table piled up high with grass, as high as a mountain peak Just tops and buds of the rarest flowers, not one stem branch or seed I mean, Maui Wowie, Panama Red, Acapulco Gold Kif from East Afghanistan, and that rare Alaska Cold
And there’s sticks from Thailand, ganj from the island, And Bangkok’s blooming best (and some of that wet imported shit That capsized off Key West).
There’s Oaxacan tops and Kenya bhang, and Riviera fleurs And that rare Manhattan Silver, that grows down in the New York sewers. And there’s bubblin’ ice cold lemonade, and sweet grapes by the bunches And there’s Hershey bars and Oreos (in case anybody gets the munches)
And the Calistoga Kid he smiles, And Pearly she just grins :-) And the drums roll low, and the crowd yells “GO GO GO!!” And the world’s first smoke-off begins.
Well, the Kid he flicks his fingers once, and ZAP that first joint’s rolled Pearl takes one toke with her famous lungs, and WHOOSH that roach is cold Then the Kid he rolls his super-bomb, that would paralyze a moose And Pearl takes one mighty hit, and…that bomb’s defused
And then he rolls three in just ten seconds, and she smokes them up in nine And everybody sits back and says “Hey…this just might take some time”
See the blur of flying fingers, see the red coal burning bright As the night turns into mornin’, and the mornin’ fades to night And the autumn turns to summer, and a whole damn YEAR is gone And the two still sit, on that roach-filled stage, smokin’, and rollin’…on
With tremblin’ hands he rolls his jays, with fingers blue and stiff She coughs and stares with bloodshot gaze, and puffs through blistered lips And as she reaches out her hand for another stick of gold The Kid, he gasps, “Damn it, bitch! There’s nothin’ left to roll!”
“NOTHIN’ LEFT TO ROLL!” screams Pearl. “IS THIS SOME TWISTED JOKE?” “I DIDN’T COME HERE TO FUCK AROUND, MAN, I COME HERE TO SMOKE!”
And she reaches ‘cross the table and grabs his bony sleeves And crumbles his body between her hands, like dried and brittle leaves Flicking out his teeth and bones like useless stems and seeds And then she rolls him in a Zig-zag, and lights him like a roach And the fastest man, with the fastest hands, goes up in a puff of smoke.
In the laid-back California town of sunny San Rafael Lives a girl named Pearly Sweetcake–you probably know her well She been stoned 21 of her 24 years, and her story is still widely told How she still can smoke ‘em faster than any dude can roll
While, off in New York City, on a street that has no name There’s the hands of the Calistoga Kid, in the Viper Hall of Fame And underneath his fingers, there’s a little golden scroll That says
“Beware of bein’ the roller When there’s nothin’ left to roll”
Hunting hours
Academy Award Winners for Best Cinematography: 2004 — Russell Boyd, ACS, ASC Master and Commander: The Far Side of the World (2003) Directed by Peter Weir Aspect Ratio: 2.39 : 1
“Master and Commander — gee, that was a hard film to make. There is no easy film, of course, but Master was very demanding physically — because of the water, even though a lot of it was shot in the tank in Mexico that had been built for Titanic. Peter Weir once said to me — and I’ll never forget it — he said, ‘Come on and do a film of mine, and I’ll take you on an adventure.’ And he does!” — Russell Boyd for The American Society of Cinematographers, February 2018
we passed a sign in boring that said their sister city is dull, scotland
oh there's a third! bland, new south wales!
I'm sorry but I just have to appreciate the wordplay on that last sign. It's brilliant.
lost in the moss
i have crazy garlic fingers from peeling and chopping garlic cloves yesterday this phenomenon is always fascinating to me because it reminds me that i, too, am made of meat, and therefore i am also susceptible to being seasoned
PUSHING DAISIES (2007—2009)
#what a shaggy extravagant idiosyncratic incredibly specific and slightly mean vision.#I mean that about all of it; from the costuming choices to the acting choices to the directing choices#shaggy because it is! there are relationships and revelations never revisited; subplots that come to nothing; multiple musical numbers#extravagant because IT IS. the kitschy slightly 50s/60s amelie aesthetic; a post-mod vision of mod patterns and neon colors#idiosyncratic (especially paired with mean) because it's offbeat and a little cruel#it's cruel the way thackeray and parker were cruel. where they're cruel but....correct. and that doesn't make it /better/ but. well.#incredibly specific because. well. it's still a show about a nervy brick shithouse who incidentally can reawaken the dead for 60 secs#and rather than this motivating him to do LITERALLY ANYTHING good or ill#he just. bakes pies about it. and tries to make himself as physically small as possible despite being seven feet tall.#everyone who encounters him looks at that passive awkward introvert who never wants to leave his house#and thinks ''oh that fella needs to be be put in SITUATIONS'' and doesn't stop to check how he feels about it#it's wonderful. [via @notbecauseofvictories]
one thing that's so fascinating to me about the Silm fandom is seeing art come up on my dash and (because of the brilliant diversity in the way that these characters are represented) I have to guess who they are by associated iconography like they are saints in stained glass.
that one's got a hammer and tongs, so he might be Fëanor or Celebrimbor. This one's got red hair, but facial scarring so that's probably Maedhros. Star motifs, that's Varda. Feather motifs, that's Elwing. Harp and black hair? That'll be Maglor. Harp and blonde hair? That's probably Finrod.
I just love that I get to play this little guessing game before I look at the bottom of the post or the associated tags.
silmarillion + desert fantasy is my new favorite combo
