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potatoholic:

Some brilliant commenter on LJ pointed out that the Space Jam website is still functional, and HOLY CRAP is it awesome! Remember frames? YEAH.

OMG AMAZING.

EDIT EDIT EDIT:

Tired of that glowing “N” up in the corner? Change it to our hyper cool spinning…

OMG it makes me want to sing “Sunrise, Sunset” for the Internet.

↵ Originally from potatoholic

↵ Reblogged from lizlet

Tales from the office, part 5, gray dress and neon tie-dye tights edition

Coworker: How's it going, T? I see you're wearing your subdued leggings today.

Me: Well, you know how subdued I am, generally speaking.

Coworker: This is like, business on top, party on the bottom. It's the mullet of outfits.

Sometimes this is my favorite color. (Taken with instagram)

In the fevered state of our country, no good can ever result from any attempt to set one of these fiery zealots to rights, either in fact or principle. They are determined as to the facts they will believe, and the opinions on which they will act. Get by them, therefore, as you would by an angry bull; it is not for a man of sense to dispute the road with such an animal.

Thomas Jefferson (via azspot)

↵ Reblogged from azspot

tbridge:

neil-gaiman:

Well, I know that I’d watch it…

ezliconfuzzed:

Please, PLEASE someone make this movie. You can have all my monies.

I would watch this.

I would watch the HELL out of this.

↵ Originally from ezliconfuzzed

↵ Reblogged from tbridge

# Things that people send you on the internet that make you smile

Here’s my point. People, right now, are actively campaigning against kindness, and treating it like a legitimate and productive political stance. But that’s insane. Even if shaming and hurting people was the “solution” to the obesity “problem”—which it isn’t—it still wouldn’t be worth it to me. Because humanity is more important. Maybe being kind to fat people (and, really, I mean all people) isn’t a perfect system—maybe you’re going to be uncomfortable on a plane once in a while, and it’s possible that some fat weirdo somewhere is going to, uh, game the system and get hella free open-heart surgeries ON UNCLE SAM’S DIME (or whatever stupid con you think we’re running in the name of cake). But, being a compassionate human being, I can absorb that margin of error and I am proud to do so.

Being Mean to Fat People Is Pointless: A Good Old-Fashioned Plea for Civility

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