The Committee has Spoken

2013-06-18

This is now the last item on my bucket list!

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Source: lohan

2013-06-17

senatornanomachines:

oh man

i like you, guy

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Source: computerheroboy

I’ve been listening to Moby’s Natural Blues a lot this last week. It just fits my mood, my struggles with life right now. But I’ve suddenly realized that I’ve misheard the lyrics for years now. It’s only one word, but it makes such a profound difference in the way I experience the song. The singer says “Don’t nobody knows my troubles but God” which I always heard as “Don’t nobody knows my troubles with God”.

What I was experiencing as a ground breaking agnostic/atheist anthem subverting traditional folk/gospel styling was just….an electronica track with a sample of a Vera Hall song. Still an amazing addictive song, but that’s about it. At least that is the difference in impact the song makes for me by changing one word.

Of course, my reaction to something like this is always: why should I let reality get in the way of my enjoyment? So in my head, Vera, and I along with her, are forever questioning the idea and concept of God, a Merciful Omnipotent, omnipresent being that is ‘perfect’, in light of all the troubles we all face everyday. And realizing that our views have to be kept private because so many people can’t live with that undefined world paradigm. So we really feel that existential crisis of being alone in the universe, alienated from others and even ourselves.

“Oh Lordy, my troubles so hard! Don’t nobody know my troubles with God..”

2013-06-06

$absinthe-cocktail: porn-cakes: 101st-analborne: fallbeil: mugenstyle: eccecorinna: wrathofprawn: for those not in the know, night witches were russian lady bombers who bombed the shit out of german lines in WW2. Thing is though, they had the oldest, noisiest, crappest planes in the entire world. The engines used to conk out halfway through their missions, so they had to climb out on the wings mid flight to restart the props. the planes were also so noisy that to stop germans from hearing them combing and starting up their anti aircraft guns, they’d climb up to a certain height, coast down to german positions, drop their bombs, restart their engines in midair, and get the fuck out of dodge. their leader flew over 200 missions and was never captured. how the fuck is this not taught in every single history class ever pilots (◡‿◡✿) girl pilots (◕‿◕✿) girl pilots killing nazis ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* \(◕ヮ◕✿)/ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ But, remember, women never did anything in history. These women are perfect. They aren’t hollywood women oh no. They are Russian bad ass mother fuckers.$

absinthe-cocktail:

porn-cakes:

101st-analborne:

fallbeil:

mugenstyle:

eccecorinna:

wrathofprawn:

for those not in the know, night witches were russian lady bombers who bombed the shit out of german lines in WW2. Thing is though, they had the oldest, noisiest, crappest planes in the entire world. The engines used to conk out halfway through their missions, so they had to climb out on the wings mid flight to restart the props. the planes were also so noisy that to stop germans from hearing them combing and starting up their anti aircraft guns, they’d climb up to a certain height, coast down to german positions, drop their bombs, restart their engines in midair, and get the fuck out of dodge.

their leader flew over 200 missions and was never captured.

how the fuck is this not taught in every single history class ever

pilots (◡‿◡✿)

girl pilots (◕‿◕✿)

girl pilots killing nazis ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* \(◕ヮ◕✿)/ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

But, remember, women never did anything in history.

These women are perfect. They aren’t hollywood women oh no. They are Russian bad ass mother fuckers.

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Source: sovietico

2013-05-26

Cronk remains to this day, my ideal man. Hot, buff, sexy deep voice, kind hearted, hella loyal, and just smart enough to do menial tasks. And he spoke Squirrel! It’s no wonder he’s an imaginary character!! Still, can’t stop a gal from dreaming!

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WANT!

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2013-05-22

daesong:

10 days till Youngbae day - 10 things I love about Youngbae

#07. If you say you don’t like the fantastic baby hairstyle,

you’ve either never seen it or you’re blind.

Whoa! I was listening to Fantastic Baby when I saw this! Boom Shakalaka! What is the universe trying to tell me??

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Source: daesong

2013-05-21

juicyjacqulyn:

good lord I hate people

Ditto ad infinitum.

Source: juicyjacqulyn

2013-05-18

Manga Magic

I don’t know what it is about manga that can move me so deeply in a few panels where so many films, TV shows, books leave me lukewarm. It’s as though the mangaka is right there as I read, whispering their words and intent directly into my ear and onto my soul. I’ll be fired up for battle or laughing my ass off, or aching with the need to be loved and understood, totally lost and adrift from the shores of conscious thought. And when I’m done with a particularly perfect chapter, it’s a chore to come back to this world, come back into this body and pick up the humdrum strains of life. Films and TV should be more entertaining, so much thought and money has gone into them. Books should have the shortcut to my imagination, authors’ words flashing across my synapses triggering pleasure or contemplation.

I know intellectually that it’s an industry, a business. There are manipulations of leftover high school passions, endless repetitions of certain profitable themes, and the omnipresent specter of exploitation choking the individual voice and change. But all I experience is the passion, the flow of ideas from a mangaka’s mind down to the ink, bifurcating into words and drawing, only to join up again in my mind to communicate that idea. And that double punch knocks me out, every single time.