bunchofbloom:

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clavisa:

I have done the research! 

How (I imagine) Hillary Clinton became a fan of the Lizzie Bennet Diaries

May 2012 

Hillary Rodham Clinton knew that she was sometimes compared to fictional female nerds. Hermione Granger (the books were a bit too young for Chelsea, but she’d read them anyway), Leslie Knope (her staffers had shown her a few episodes of that show), Tracy Flick (she’d met Reese Witherspoon shortly after it came out). 

In fact, she was rather tickled by it.

But the young woman in the animated gif that her intern (Laura, 23, liked Jane Austen novels) had attached to the email wasn’t Emma Watson or Amy Poehler. In fact, she looked far more ordinary – a redhead sitting in a bedroom, looking into the camera, waving a stack of papers and apparently saying “I have done the research”. 

Hillary chuckled appreciatively, “If there’s one thing you can say about me, I have indeed done the research.” But perhaps this was a real person, and maybe her research should be turned into policy. 

She angled her screen towards her chief assistant (Melanie, 36, grew up in Kansas, just had a baby). “Do you know who’s in this picture?“ 

Melanie wasn’t sure. 

“Make a note to find out what her research is about.” 

“Yep,” Melanie scribbled on a notepad, like she’d done 19 times already that day. 

Hillary returned to her inbox, and that was that. For now.

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madamextravels:

Madame discovers that JSS is painting another portrait of an LBD-clad lady.

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personalspaceshow:

It’s the 50th anniversary of Star Trek! Live long and prosper.

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bries-larson:

There’s so much of “place” in the world. There’s less time because the time has to be spread extra thin over all the places, like butter. so all the persons say “Hurry up! Let’s get going! Pick up the pace! Finish up now!”. Ma was in a hurry to go “boing” up to Heaven, but she forgot me. Dumbo Ma! So the aliens threw her back down. CRASH! And broke her.

Room (2015)

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yachtmasters:

Salt Water 😆
J CLASS LIONHEART
📷Rick Tomlinson by straorza

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lazyjacks:

Wendur, 1886-07-09
Historic New England, Nathaniel L. Stebbins photographic collection
GUSN 276943

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This was the era in which Mora-Blanco began her career at YouTube. Trying to bring order to a digital Wild West one video at a time was grueling. To safeguard other employees from seeing the disturbing images in the reported content they were charged with reviewing, her team was sequestered in corner offices; their rooms were kept dark and their computers were equipped with the largest screen protectors on the market.

Members of the team quickly showed signs of stress — anxiety, drinking, trouble sleeping — and eventually managers brought in a therapist. As moderators described the images they saw each day, the therapist fell silent. The therapist, Mora-Blanco says, was “quite literally scared.”

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– from The Secret Rules of the Internet, a detailed and fascinating new story on The Verge about the history of online moderation from the earliest days of sites like YouTube to the present. (via femfreq)

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handaxe:

This morning while I was getting ready I was watching Sesame Street.

They were doing this bit where some clown was trying to wash his hands but kept washing his feet or his elbows and Elmo would go, “no mister noodle, your HANDS!” and all the tv kids would laugh.

Around the fourth or fifth time he couldn’t find his hands, I heard a grown man yell from somewhere else in the motel, “GODDAMMIT, MR. NOODLE.”

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seanpersaud:

Lenore is so over photo booths anyway. #poeparty

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starwarsvillains:

Gwendoline Christie in Giles Deacon’s Captain Phasma inspired gown

“Many people remarked on social media about how refreshing they found it that the chest piece of the armour wasn’t moulded like breasts, and that it was a functional piece of armour.”

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deadhpool:

I admit it’s fatally dangerous. But consider this: I’d get to fly around like Iron Man. Iron Man, Commander. Iron Man.

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Far from the Madding Crowd (2015)

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James Nedresky: Spring range burn in the Flint Hills

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immortanjoan:

warboyheadcanons:

xenowhore:

kotteri000:

One War Boy

Oh my god whaT THE FUCK ;__: 

STOP THAT

This kills the Joan ;n;

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yulinkuang:

In which I update you on some life things!

watch our Twilight short film, We’ve Met Before, here

vote for our Twilight short film on Tongal here

My VidCon 2015 Schedule:

Thursday, 7/23 @ 2pm | New Opportunities in Storytelling on YouTube
creator track, room 205
with Tim Shey, Julie Ann Crommett, Yulin Kuang, Bernie Su

Come hear from a diverse group of storytellers on how they’ve taken advantage of YouTube and other online platforms to bring their stories to life in powerful, unexpected ways, and how the Internet is creating opportunities for telling different stories and tapping into new audiences with themes and characters that reflect an ever-changing world. Among other topics, this workshop will cover the rise of scripted content and new creative voices on YouTube, and how learning to take into account unconscious biases can open new avenues for collaboration and creative growth.

Friday, 7/24 @ 5pm | Intermix | creator track, room 204
with Emily Diana Ruth, Charlie McDonnell, Bertie Gilbert, Anna Akana, Yulin Kuang, Freddie Wong

Intermix is a micro film festival celebrating what we think is the best in film online. Munch on some hypothetical popcorn while we screen a variety of films found online, as well as chat with an assortment of filmmakers with diverse filmmaking backgrounds about their work & its relationship to the internet. We’re looking to tackle the big questions – how is the internet democratizing filmmaking and how is this affecting us as filmmakers?

Saturday, 7/25 @ 11:30am | Shipwrecked Comedy Meetup!
the grassy knoll by the food trucks
with Sean Persaud, Sinead Persaud, Yulin Kuang

Let us know if you’re coming to our meetup so we know to look out for you! Otherwise Sinead and Sean and I will most likely be found somewhere in a line for garlic fries.

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This took so long! I’m sorry! I’m sorry it’s short too. I’m terrible honestly. but don’t let that stop the one word prompts from coming because i’ll do them. eventually. 

When Angharad becomes pregnant, Immortan Joe gives her gifts. A book about birds, a silver-backed mirror, guitar strings. She gives the book to Dag, who likes to think she can fly, and the mirror to Cheedo, who flashes messages to Toast on the ceiling, and the guitar strings to Capable, who plays a song about someone named Margaret who dies of a broken heart.

All of them pass on anything he gives them, like it draws his touch away from them, like it scratches out his name. He is generous with books but the girls thank Miss Giddy and smile at him with closed mouths. He gives them pools of water but the girls thank Miss Giddy for that too and turn away from him before he’s finished speaking.

“Little rebellions,” whispers Dag around her knuckles, and Angharad can taste their victory it’s so close.

Max gives gifts too, though no one calls them that. Like a boot or a steering wheel. Like a red skull on a map. Like blood. He comes back sometimes, while the Citadel is being remade, and he’s never empty handed. Everything he brings with him he gives to Furiosa who knows who it’s meant for. Tiny sprouts of green kept in the hollows of whatever vehicle he has, Furiosa passes those on to Dag. The stray children in rags with tyre-burnt fingers, she shuffles them on to Capable. Bullets go to Toast. Everything else goes to Cheedo and she, in turn, passes whatever-it-is on to the Wretched. Clothes and food and polished pebbles. Furiosa keeps nothing for herself. His blood was enough, she thinks.

One day he comes back without anything, just himself, in worn leather and worn skin and worn bones. He stands before her with empty hands that will probably always shake, and eyes that move around the room, pulling out secrets, and fire, and blood. Furiosa knows instantly that he has come back for good, and that it’s not a gift, because people can’t be given to anyone, but she is glad to have him all the same.

“Come here,” she says, and he falls into her.

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Fury Road: Obsessive Minutiae:

icarus-suraki:

Yes, I saw Fury Road for a 6th time last night. I don’t think I have seen any movie this many times. I’m serious. This is listerally the most times I’ve seen any movie ever. I’m not even worried about the ticket-takers recognizing me anymore.

And now it’s time for….Obsessive Minutiae! (not…

I love this so much. A worthy addition to a growing genre of commentary I didn’t realize I needed but is now my favorite thing. A few specific comments:

The tattoo the Organic Mechanic puts on the bloodbags is upside down when they’re standing up. That way it’s right side up when they’re hanging upside down. This was probably obvious to everyone but me.

Obvious in hindsight, but a cool thing I’d overlooked. Makes sense, and brings home what an awful existence Max has to look forward to. They’d probably keep blood bags alive, rather than draining them all at once, wouldn’t they? At least for a universal donor? I’d think the cost of capturing ferals would be greater than the cost of keeping them alive long enough for them to replenish their blood supply so they could donate again. On the other hand, maybe a free-range feral’s blood is more sought-after than the kind you get from a caged captive. And especially with Nux in such a hurry, maybe they would choose to treat the blood bag as a single-use disposable item. Ugh.

There is a tiny warpup standing by the “altar of wheels”–and said tiny warpup imitates Slit’s V8 salute omg (look quick!)

I’d noticed him sitting there, but not the V8 salute he does (at the end, right?). So cool!

Has anyone identified the badges and stuff (that’s a circuit board up near the top; please let it be from a Nokia phone) Joe has on his armor? I’d love to know about them.

The one I keep noticing is the ribbon with “500” hanging from it. Maybe a reference to a car race? We North American types have the Indianapolis and Daytona 500s, for example.

None of the three of them [Joe, Rictus, and Corpus] can breathe. Look: they’re all three hooked up to breathing apparatuses. Joe’s is the most elaborate, but they all three have tubes at their noses. Seriously.

I did notice that (also, Miss Giddy has an oxygen mask during the pursuit). At first I assumed that was a sign of their being messed up by the toxic environment. But since learning more about the Dome being a sealed environment with filtered air, I think it might be the case that the breathing gear on high-status individuals is meant as protection against the toxic air of the Wasteland. Not that supplemental oxygen would protect you from airborne dust… It emphasizes the desperation of the wives, and of Joe’s desire to get them back quickly and unharmed: They may be doing significant damage to their chances for healthy reproduction the longer they stay out.

Totally swear that Nux calls the Ace something else? Grue? Or am I mishearing “crew” or “you” or “move”?

Yeah, “crew” was what I was leaning toward there. It’s possible Nux either doesn’t know the members of the War Rig crew well enough to call out Ace by name, or just hasn’t had time to identify him in all the excitement. Not sure.

Check out the carrier truck during the second chase of the war-rig: the buzzard cars are on the carrier truck, along with all the other wrecked cars. It had been full of warboys, now it’s full of spoils and scavenging. Waste nothing. We can rebuild them.

I’d totally missed that. And with the body count, probably a lot fewer war boys to ferry at that point, too. I can imagine a whole secondary war boy culture of reserves, traveling on the (slower) carrier, hoping for their chance to move up and take a position on a pursuit vehicle, or even (unimaginable glory!) on the War Rig, the Doof Wagon, or the Gigahorse.

Speaking of the Doof Wagon, I have to mention something that bugged me when I was listening to all the Mad Max movie-review podcasts I could find: People who say, “OMG the flamethrower guitar guy was the BEST, but of course it’s over-the-top ridiculous and makes no sense.”

Excuse you; it makes perfect sense. They don’t have radio. Joe needs to issue commands, and like with the fife-and-drum and bugle calls of previous eras, the amplified music of the Doof Wagon serves as coded signals to the troops. You can see that in the scene when Joe is pulling back the pursuit because of the sand storm; the Imperator on the Gigahorse signals and shouts, and Coma has switched to playing different, down-tempo chords as the war party slows down.

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For the same reason the safe money says your school, like mine, taught you he was probably a drug addict who hated everybody and had no friends and drank himself to death. 

Because by some wacky mix-up, somehow the right to legally execute Poe’s literary estate and therefore the public image he carried following his death was transferred to a dude who openly and without shame hated Edgar Allan Poe. 

Due to some legal mumbo-jumbo and trickery, this dude Rufus Wilmot Griswold somehow managed to get the rights of literary executor to Poe’s estate from his aunt (which she didn’t technically have the power to give, that power remained with Poe’s sister), and he and Edgar Allan Poe hated each other SO MUCH in life, that after he died, this asshole published a memoir of Poe’s life in which he was totally demonized. 

Rufus Wilmot Griswold is one of the most successful character assassins of all time. Because of him, schoolchildren are taught that Poe was a depraved misanthropic lecher who lusted after his underage cousin, was never sober, and died of drinking too much even though all of those “facts” have been discredited. Poe was a shy and reserved, though generally personable, man who married his cousin so to establish legal guardianship and provide for her financially. 

He was also apparently a total lightweight who got tipsy after a few sips of wine, but occasionally drank socially or when feeling particularly down. His doctor insisted there were never traces of opium in his system. Poe’s friends insisted that he was not an alcoholic. At the time of his death, he had quit drinking, and the idea that he was one was heavily promoted by other members of the Temperance movement who claimed his death was a relapse as a cautionary tale. The most commonly accepted theory as to Poe’s death is that he was abducted, drugged, and beaten by political agents who forced him to vote for their candidate, changed his clothes, and then forced him to vote again and again to stuff the ballots. 

Anyhow. This is why you should evaluate the validity and agendas of your sources. 

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seanpersaud:

Talking Marionettes rejoice!!! Ryan Bailey is back and we’ve thrown together a few clips from our upcoming season with some of today’s hottest music.

Season 2 premieres Wednesday 9/24/2014 on the only channel you can count on for great advice and incisive humor: The Internet Channel.

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This looks amazing. Legit looking forward.

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