1. johndarnielle:


    Creedence Clearwater Revival eating at a Taco Bell in 1968 (in SLO, CA)

    had seen this picture, but hadn’t seen that it was the SLO Taco Bell

    this is the Taco Bell from the town where I was a kid. the stone structure in the left of the frame, in the foreground, is a fire pit. it seemed like there was always a big-ass fire in the Taco Bell fire pit; it was an open fire, kind of hard to imagine now. I wonder if the A.M. OPEN checklist had “build big-ass fire out front” on it

    I’m not sure what month in ‘68 my family moved from Indiana to California, or in what month this pic was taken, but I’m just going to state the obvious, I was there that day. I wasn’t vegetarian yet, and I was having a Beef Bell Grande. I was eighteen months old and a pretty good amateur photographer, and I took this picture, in exchange for which Fogerty put me on the guest list


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  3. shelbysbutt:



    The other night I was sitting and watching television with a good friend of mine. He works as a paramedic and couldn’t give two shits about the entertainment industry. We were watching a rerun of The Simpsons, specifically, the one where Sideshow Bob tries to kill Bart and destroy…


    I’d also add that, just because someone’s script is 99.999% rewritten, it doesn’t mean they didn’t get a bunch of jokes in during punchup, or weren’t instrumental in helping develop characters/interactions for the base of the story - same goes for the scripts that one may not have “written.”

    Literally a couple months ago, I overheard a girl tell her friend that “I just found out that Mindy Kaling was actually a writer on The Office! And she wrote, like, some of the best ones, too!” I dedicate this post to her.


  4. "Delete her number.

    Stop ringing her. Stop messaging her. Stop making excuses to see her, to drop by her place.

    Erase her name from memory. Remove yourself from her life, more completely than you would like but as completely as she deserves. Move on, so that you can allow her to also move on. When you close your eyes, you don’t get to see her face. Not anymore. You don’t get to think about her lips, the warm glow of her skin when she rests next to you, or how she squeezes your hand in her sleep. You are not allowed to remember the smell of her perfume, that she only drinks mint tea (with two dollops of honey), or that she loves you.

    She loves you.

    She has been in love with you for too long.

    So, forget how she says your name. Forget how she calls your name. Forget how she screams your name. Forget that time you got sick and she stayed up with you all night, letting you lay your head in her lap and holding a cold compress to your forehead. Forget how her hair feels in your fingers. Forget how she looks in your sweatshirts.

    Forget her.

    Know only that she existed at one point in your life, but relinquish all hope that she could exist at another point — sometime in the future that you are unwilling to specify because you don’t know what you want. Yet. It is not fair for you to swoop in and out of her life as you choose. It is not fair for you to say that you are satisfied with “things as they are” and you will have time to “figure it out” later. Let her stop investing emotionally in you. Let her pour that love and care into the people who deserve her.

    Don’t tell her that you think about her all the time. Don’t tell her that it bothers you to hear about her with other people, but that you’re willing to understand as long as she likes you more than them. Don’t tell her that this isn’t the right moment but that there will be a right moment. There is not going to be a right moment. She shouldn’t have to wait for the right moment.

    Don’t tell her that you can’t handle ultimatums, that you don’t like the idea of finally adding finality to your relationship — whatever still remains of it.

    What you are telling her is that you want to keep her on as an option, that you are taking her for granted, that you want to know she will be there, that you can depend on her at the end of the day. When you find that no one else has stuck around or that those who have are less interesting, less thoughtful, or less doggedly loyal to you.

    Doggedly loyal to you.

    That is what she has been to you, for you almost as long as you have known her: a constant emotional crutch, the guarantee of stability, a safety net while you reach out to grasp objects that sparkle and shine far greater than she does. All that glitters is not gold, haven’t you heard?

    She is fire. You are ice, and you are afraid that her slow burn will smolder your cool, hard demeanor. That’s what has driven your decisions, your actions all along: fear. You are a coward. You are a hypocrite. You are terrified to let her go, but you are afraid she is too good for you, that she could drive you wild, that you would choke on her flames. That she is too much for you to handle right now.

    Right now.

    But if you choose not to love her now, you can’t choose to love her later."

    Lauren Hooper (via fawun)

    Holy shit

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    well if this ain’t the best shit I’ve read I dont know what is

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  5. supermodi:

    don’t give up lil bruh

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  6. textless:

    St. Mary’s Cemetery, Bloomfield, New Mexico

    St. Mary’s is a small, well maintained Catholic cemetery that sits in the shadow of a huge natural gas plant. 

    The cemetery and the San Juan Basin Gas Plant are surrounded by several other processing plants, and lots of houses.  Knowing there are little kids living across the street from those factories makes me sad. 

    I wish everyone who wants to drill the whole country would come live here for a while first.


  7. shelbysbutt:


    The Live Read of Space Jam with Blake Griffin

    Watch Blake Griffin, DeAndre Jordan, Seth Green, Paul Scheer, Nick Kroll, and more reanimate the 1996 sports classic Space Jam in this all-star live read at L.A.’s UCB Theatre.




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  10. Anonymous asked: Why are you so vulgar and obscene? That's really cheap and easy humor to draw the nasty things you do and it is really disrespectful to the players on the cards. Some day you will have to stand before God and be punished for all of these immoral things you are drawing and saying. Please quit now and only draw decent comics.


    You know, maybe you’re right…maybe we should grow up and CHANGE THE DIRECTION we’ve been headed. God is always RIGHT BEHIND US, LOOKING OVER OUR SHOULDER and we don’t want to RUB HIM THE WRONG WAY. And it’s not like he invented dicks or anything, right? It’s all our fault that people have to see dicks, and we should SHOW THE WORLD OUR MANHOOD by taking responsibility for our SELFISH ACTIONS. 

    So from now on our jokes will be clean and our KNOBS WILL BE POLISHED. I promise, the DICKS ARE BEHIND US.



  11. I finally finished The Wire. It took two years and four months. I am a pitiful person for not sticking to it better, because the show deserves it and I enjoyed every episode. Just sometimes it’s hard to set aside a full hour to watch one episode. Sorry, Mr. Simon. But really though, please watch it. It’s a fantastic story, that weaves so many people, places and cultures into one coherent line. Drug dealers on the street, some of which you end up having sympathy for; the police who try to catch them, some of whom are just as reprehensible as the dealers; the politicians and school system, the dock workers; all trying to get by in a broken Baltimore. Every character is written and portrayed beautifully, but be prepared to say goodbye to any of them at any time. Who are the good guys and who are the bad guys? It also questions the system in place and if some ever really had a chance to be the good guys. As you’re watching, you’re just focused on the characters and their actions because it’s interesting, and the bigger story can escape you (or at least me, because I’m dumb), but it’ll always reveal itself in due time. Or if you don’t care about that stuff whatever, there are drug dealers, cops and dirty politicians. Watch it.


  12. rapcoloringbook:

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  14. ryannorth:



    Forg, the Winter Frog. (1)


    i <3 steve