1. 123
    1
    Oct
    psychodonktastic:

A poster I made a while ago in honor of the legendary spat between Mark and Johnny of The Room.

    psychodonktastic:

    A poster I made a while ago in honor of the legendary spat between Mark and Johnny of The Room.

  2. 2073
    30
    Sep
  3. 8053
    30
    Sep
  4. 146596
    25
    Sep
    thespacegoat:

lightspeedsound:

avante-gardeian:

squigglydigg:

notasamalander:

noxtheox:

Let’s get down to business.

To outbid the huns!
Here I have some figures
and some facts and sums!

It’s the saddest lot you’ve ever bought
but if you bet on this one too
Mister I’ll
make you a buck
or two

Business man!We must be swift as the stock exchangesBusiness man!With all the force of a great tycoon 
Business man!
With all the strength of a thriving market
Mysterious as the Romney’s revenues!

I’m never gonna get this back
Say good bye to my salary 
Boy was I fool in school for cutting STATS
This guy’s got them scared to death
Hope he doesn’t see my assets 
Now I really wish I knew how to add! 

holy fuck.

    thespacegoat:

    lightspeedsound:

    avante-gardeian:

    squigglydigg:

    notasamalander:

    noxtheox:

    Let’s get down to business.

    To outbid the huns!

    Here I have some figures

    and some facts and sums!

    It’s the saddest lot you’ve ever bought

    but if you bet on this one too

    Mister I’ll

    make you a buck

    or two

    Business man!
    We must be swift as the stock exchanges
    Business man!
    With all the force of a great tycoon 

    Business man!

    With all the strength of a thriving market

    Mysterious as the Romney’s revenues!

    I’m never gonna get this back

    Say good bye to my salary 

    Boy was I fool in school for cutting STATS

    This guy’s got them scared to death

    Hope he doesn’t see my assets 

    Now I really wish I knew how to add! 

    holy fuck.

    (via muffindess)

  5. 1220
    24
    Sep
    annethecatdetective:

hamletmachine:

infinitebuckets:

onorobo:

project for class about islands/isolation during social eating times~
Most restaurants refuse to have options for people with dietary needs; it’s nice to spend time out with family, but it sucks paying 5 dollars for a bowl of steamed, plain broccoli or salad without the dressing and leaving a restaurant hungry or bloated from eating a fucking ten gallon pail of spinach.  I would much rather stay home and cook for everyone. : m 
(Pssst. Maybe I wouldn’t be ordering this stupid meal if not everything on your menu was deep-fried in the blood of tortured kittens in a batter made out of a bird’s vaginal discharge.)

Wow, way to be a hypocritical asshole. Don’t complain about waiters being snarky and people judging your life choices, and then turn around and put people down for wanting to eat/serve meat products at restaurants. Rude.



Wow. When I read ‘most restaurants refuse to have options for people with dietary needs’, I thought you meant… like, complicated and severe dietary needs.
I live with a vegetarian for whom not eating meat is just a drop in the freaking bucket of dietary restriction after dietary restriction, and we go to plenty of restaurants, and while her options have often been very limited depending on what her doctors are having her try at the time, never has a restaurant ‘refused to have options’ for her— we’ve been to several that bent over backwards to get her things that weren’t on the menu.
I’m sorry if OP lives somewhere where that isn’t the case, but seriously… there are more and more restaurants that cater to more and more dietary needs. It’s not all great, but it’s possible to find places that will do something nice for you, and when you do, you can suggest those places to the group you go out with so that you know you’ll be able to eat a real meal. It helps if you don’t, like, scream at them about kitten murder, though. You get shown the door for that at most establishments.

Amen. OP needs to lose the entitlement complex, stop acting like a martyr and learn a little bit of tact. She’s beating her chest over others’ “refusal” to accommodate her dietary needs (or choices in her case, since she’s privileged enough to be able to object to animal products on principle rather than on medical grounds), and she says she’d “much rather stay home and cook for everyone.” But I wonder if she’d be so accommodating at home to guests who didn’t subscribe to veganism. Judging by her “MEAT IS MURDER YOU MURDERING MURDERER” tirade in response to another reblogger, I doubt it. And that’s fine. She can serve whatever she wants; her home, like the restaurants she maligns, is a private establishment. If the food isn’t to someone’s liking and no other options are available, that person is welcome to leave. I assume she’s not holding her guests at gunpoint and forcing them to eat frozen broccolli pops, just as no one at a restaurant would tie her down and pour baby seal smoothies down her throat. OP needs to get some perspective.
Jesus. Can’t we all just get along do something as simple as let people EAT FOOD without being total cuntbaskets about it?

    annethecatdetective:

    hamletmachine:

    infinitebuckets:

    onorobo:

    project for class about islands/isolation during social eating times~

    Most restaurants refuse to have options for people with dietary needs; it’s nice to spend time out with family, but it sucks paying 5 dollars for a bowl of steamed, plain broccoli or salad without the dressing and leaving a restaurant hungry or bloated from eating a fucking ten gallon pail of spinach.  I would much rather stay home and cook for everyone. : m 

    (Pssst. Maybe I wouldn’t be ordering this stupid meal if not everything on your menu was deep-fried in the blood of tortured kittens in a batter made out of a bird’s vaginal discharge.)

    Wow, way to be a hypocritical asshole. Don’t complain about waiters being snarky and people judging your life choices, and then turn around and put people down for wanting to eat/serve meat products at restaurants. Rude.

    Wow. When I read ‘most restaurants refuse to have options for people with dietary needs’, I thought you meant… like, complicated and severe dietary needs.

    I live with a vegetarian for whom not eating meat is just a drop in the freaking bucket of dietary restriction after dietary restriction, and we go to plenty of restaurants, and while her options have often been very limited depending on what her doctors are having her try at the time, never has a restaurant ‘refused to have options’ for her— we’ve been to several that bent over backwards to get her things that weren’t on the menu.

    I’m sorry if OP lives somewhere where that isn’t the case, but seriously… there are more and more restaurants that cater to more and more dietary needs. It’s not all great, but it’s possible to find places that will do something nice for you, and when you do, you can suggest those places to the group you go out with so that you know you’ll be able to eat a real meal. It helps if you don’t, like, scream at them about kitten murder, though. You get shown the door for that at most establishments.

    Amen. OP needs to lose the entitlement complex, stop acting like a martyr and learn a little bit of tact. She’s beating her chest over others’ “refusal” to accommodate her dietary needs (or choices in her case, since she’s privileged enough to be able to object to animal products on principle rather than on medical grounds), and she says she’d “much rather stay home and cook for everyone.” But I wonder if she’d be so accommodating at home to guests who didn’t subscribe to veganism. Judging by her “MEAT IS MURDER YOU MURDERING MURDERER” tirade in response to another reblogger, I doubt it. And that’s fine. She can serve whatever she wants; her home, like the restaurants she maligns, is a private establishment. If the food isn’t to someone’s liking and no other options are available, that person is welcome to leave. I assume she’s not holding her guests at gunpoint and forcing them to eat frozen broccolli pops, just as no one at a restaurant would tie her down and pour baby seal smoothies down her throat. OP needs to get some perspective.

    Jesus. Can’t we all just get along do something as simple as let people EAT FOOD without being total cuntbaskets about it?

  6. 10
    6
    Sep
    Chiune Sugihara: “The Japanese Schindler”
I haven’t posted anything in a while, but last night I stumbled across a story so heroic (and so full of “feels,” as tumblr denizens would say) that it actually managed to make me hate the world a little bit less. I just had to share.
***
It’s 1940 in Lithuania. WWII is ramping up, the Nazis and the Soviets are closing in, and Lithuanian Jews (along with Jewish refugees from Poland) are desperate to get out of the country. Most Western countries have closed their borders, so the residents’ only means of escape is to hopscotch from the Soviet Union to Japan to the Dutch colonies of Surinam in South America and Curacao in the Carribbean. With the help of sympathetic Soviet and Dutch officials, many of them are able to acquire the proper visas for part of the journey, but without a transit visa for passage through the Japanese Empire, the other visas are useless. Their only hope is Chiune Sugihara, vice-consul for the Japanese Consulate in the Lithuanian city of Kaunas. The Jewish residents line up by the hundreds outside the consulate in the hopes of getting a transit visa, but Sugihara soon discovers that most of them don’t meet the Japanese goverment’s strict visa requirements. Seeing the refugees’ desperation, he contacts the Japanese Foreign Ministry back home and asks for permission to grant them visas anyway. His request is denied. Risking his livelihood and his safety, he decides to take matters into his own hands:
From 18 July to 28 August 1940, aware that applicants were in danger if they stayed behind, Sugihara began to grant visas on his own initiative, after consulting with his family. He ignored the requirements and issued the Jews with a ten-day visa to transit through Japan, in direct violation of his orders. Given his inferior post and the culture of the Japanese Foreign Service bureaucracy, this was an extraordinary act of disobedience. He spoke to Soviet officials who agreed to let the Jews travel through the country via the Trans-Siberian Railway at five times the standard ticket price.
Sugihara continued to hand write visas, reportedly spending 18–20 hours a day on them, producing a normal month’s worth of visas each day, until 4 September, when he had to leave his post before the consulate was closed. By that time he had granted thousands of visas to Jews, many of whom were heads of households and thus permitted to take their families with them. On the night before their scheduled departure, Sugihara and his wife stayed awake writing out visa approvals. According to witnesses, he was still writing visas while in transit from his hotel and after boarding the train at the Kaunas Railway Station, throwing visas into the crowd of desperate refugees out of the train’s window even as the train pulled out.
In final desperation, blank sheets of paper with only the consulate seal and his signature (that could be later written over into a visa) were hurriedly prepared and flung out from the train. As he prepared to depart, he said, “please forgive me. I cannot write anymore. I wish you the best.” When he bowed deeply to the people before him, someone exclaimed, “Sugihara. We’ll never forget you. I’ll surely see you again!”
I have nothing to say for that last paragraph except:

It’s estimated that Sugihara wrote anywhere from 3000 to 6000 visas, saving thousands from imprisonment and execution. After reading his story, I’m patiently waiting for a movie about this man’s life so I can weep like a toddler during the train scene.

    Chiune Sugihara: “The Japanese Schindler”

    I haven’t posted anything in a while, but last night I stumbled across a story so heroic (and so full of “feels,” as tumblr denizens would say) that it actually managed to make me hate the world a little bit less. I just had to share.

    ***

    It’s 1940 in Lithuania. WWII is ramping up, the Nazis and the Soviets are closing in, and Lithuanian Jews (along with Jewish refugees from Poland) are desperate to get out of the country. Most Western countries have closed their borders, so the residents’ only means of escape is to hopscotch from the Soviet Union to Japan to the Dutch colonies of Surinam in South America and Curacao in the Carribbean. With the help of sympathetic Soviet and Dutch officials, many of them are able to acquire the proper visas for part of the journey, but without a transit visa for passage through the Japanese Empire, the other visas are useless. Their only hope is Chiune Sugihara, vice-consul for the Japanese Consulate in the Lithuanian city of Kaunas. The Jewish residents line up by the hundreds outside the consulate in the hopes of getting a transit visa, but Sugihara soon discovers that most of them don’t meet the Japanese goverment’s strict visa requirements. Seeing the refugees’ desperation, he contacts the Japanese Foreign Ministry back home and asks for permission to grant them visas anyway. His request is denied. Risking his livelihood and his safety, he decides to take matters into his own hands:

    From 18 July to 28 August 1940, aware that applicants were in danger if they stayed behind, Sugihara began to grant visas on his own initiative, after consulting with his family. He ignored the requirements and issued the Jews with a ten-day visa to transit through Japan, in direct violation of his orders. Given his inferior post and the culture of the Japanese Foreign Service bureaucracy, this was an extraordinary act of disobedience. He spoke to Soviet officials who agreed to let the Jews travel through the country via the Trans-Siberian Railway at five times the standard ticket price.

    Sugihara continued to hand write visas, reportedly spending 18–20 hours a day on them, producing a normal month’s worth of visas each day, until 4 September, when he had to leave his post before the consulate was closed. By that time he had granted thousands of visas to Jews, many of whom were heads of households and thus permitted to take their families with them. On the night before their scheduled departure, Sugihara and his wife stayed awake writing out visa approvals. According to witnesses, he was still writing visas while in transit from his hotel and after boarding the train at the Kaunas Railway Station, throwing visas into the crowd of desperate refugees out of the train’s window even as the train pulled out.

    In final desperation, blank sheets of paper with only the consulate seal and his signature (that could be later written over into a visa) were hurriedly prepared and flung out from the train. As he prepared to depart, he said, “please forgive me. I cannot write anymore. I wish you the best.” When he bowed deeply to the people before him, someone exclaimed, “Sugihara. We’ll never forget you. I’ll surely see you again!”

    I have nothing to say for that last paragraph except:

    It’s estimated that Sugihara wrote anywhere from 3000 to 6000 visas, saving thousands from imprisonment and execution. After reading his story, I’m patiently waiting for a movie about this man’s life so I can weep like a toddler during the train scene.

  7. 2
    30
    Aug

    The Room is freaking amazing! I mean it is a piece of crap but OMG its hilarous.The sex scenes are probably the most painful thing to watch though.They are like seriously about 5 min long each.

    Welcome to the first day of the rest of your life. Once you’ve seen The Room, things will never be quite the same.

    (Source: theantsareinthesugar)

  8. 47
    30
    Aug

    getyourspoons:

    Instead of the tape recorder shattering like the TV did, it just smacks off the wall. Makes me laugh every time.

    This is probably my favorite 5 seconds of film. Look at how quickly Johnny goes from blank stare to apeshit. The tape recorder not shattering is icing on the cake.

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    30
    Aug
  10. 164
    28
    Aug

    Okay. I’m sold. Now I HAVE to see what this show (movie?) is about.

    (via honkschraders)

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