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scottjacksonx:

HAULIN’ ASS GETTIN’ PAID

(For me, Idiocracy's production design people are up there with the team that designed the look of Back to the Future Part II's 2015)

scottjacksonx:

HAULIN’ ASS GETTIN’ PAID

(For me, Idiocracy's production design people are up there with the team that designed the look of Back to the Future Part II's 2015)


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falloutboy:

we only plugged in to save rock and roll 🙌
thanks for voting us alt press’ artist of the year

falloutboy:

we only plugged in to save rock and roll 🙌

thanks for voting us alt press’ artist of the year


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ruckawriter:

mulhollandbooks:

HAPPY PUBLICATION DAY!
Greg Rucka’s new novel, Bravo, follows two women: one, an American agent emerging from deep cover, is still coming to grips with what her “real” life really is. The other is an avid instrument of death, who will stop at nothing to execute her lover’s plans. Jad Bell, who saved the country once in Alpha, is going to have his hands full with these two.
Click here to read more about Bravo.

So, let’s talk about this a little bit.
My new novel comes out today. It’s available in all of the tasty electronic formats that you’d expect, as well as in a snazzy, cloth-covered hardback that feels quite nice in your hand. It is full of words, some 90,000 of them or so, with almost all of them put in a coherent order by yours truly. Sometimes, I managed to put them into an order that, when you read them, you feel an emotional response. Sometimes, I managed to put them in an order that, when you read them, you may laugh out loud, or smile to yourself, or wince, or cringe, or get that look we humans get when we are worried for someone and empathize with them and are hopeful that things will work out for the best.
I am not — believe it or not — good at self-promotion. I think I rather stink at it. I have not the social media wizardry of warrenellis, nor the both-barrels-brilliance of a kellysue, nor the glee and wit of a brianmichaelbendis or mattfractionblog. My tumblr, it has been noted, is not something one should follow if one is prone to depression, as I am somewhat unrelenting in my reportage of a world heading to hell in a handbasket.
The day the book enters the world is always a little melancholy for me, to tell the truth. It’s a day where this work that has been so intimately tied to my life for so long is released to sink or swim, into an environment that is, frankly, hostile to it — there are those of us who love books, love reading, but our numbers, I fear, continue to dwindle.
It is going to sound remarkably sappy to say this, but I want my book to be happy.
(Yes, the analogy to parenting is strong, yes, I know, look, I’m not MAKING you read this, okay?)
I want it to find an audience. I want it to find people who will enjoy it, maybe one or two people who will fall in love with it. I want it to make people think, perhaps, just a little bit. I want them to have fun with it.
All this to say, world, here is my new book. It’s name is BRAVO, and it’s about a somewhat broken man trying to do his duty, and a somewhat broken woman trying to recover what she’s lost in doing hers.
To those of you who pick it up, who give it a try, my thanks. I sincerely hope you enjoy it.

Do want.

ruckawriter:

mulhollandbooks:

HAPPY PUBLICATION DAY!

Greg Rucka’s new novel, Bravo, follows two women: one, an American agent emerging from deep cover, is still coming to grips with what her “real” life really is. The other is an avid instrument of death, who will stop at nothing to execute her lover’s plans. Jad Bell, who saved the country once in Alpha, is going to have his hands full with these two.

Click here to read more about Bravo.

So, let’s talk about this a little bit.

My new novel comes out today. It’s available in all of the tasty electronic formats that you’d expect, as well as in a snazzy, cloth-covered hardback that feels quite nice in your hand. It is full of words, some 90,000 of them or so, with almost all of them put in a coherent order by yours truly. Sometimes, I managed to put them into an order that, when you read them, you feel an emotional response. Sometimes, I managed to put them in an order that, when you read them, you may laugh out loud, or smile to yourself, or wince, or cringe, or get that look we humans get when we are worried for someone and empathize with them and are hopeful that things will work out for the best.

I am not — believe it or not — good at self-promotion. I think I rather stink at it. I have not the social media wizardry of warrenellis, nor the both-barrels-brilliance of a kellysue, nor the glee and wit of a brianmichaelbendis or mattfractionblog. My tumblr, it has been noted, is not something one should follow if one is prone to depression, as I am somewhat unrelenting in my reportage of a world heading to hell in a handbasket.

The day the book enters the world is always a little melancholy for me, to tell the truth. It’s a day where this work that has been so intimately tied to my life for so long is released to sink or swim, into an environment that is, frankly, hostile to it — there are those of us who love books, love reading, but our numbers, I fear, continue to dwindle.

It is going to sound remarkably sappy to say this, but I want my book to be happy.

(Yes, the analogy to parenting is strong, yes, I know, look, I’m not MAKING you read this, okay?)

I want it to find an audience. I want it to find people who will enjoy it, maybe one or two people who will fall in love with it. I want it to make people think, perhaps, just a little bit. I want them to have fun with it.

All this to say, world, here is my new book. It’s name is BRAVO, and it’s about a somewhat broken man trying to do his duty, and a somewhat broken woman trying to recover what she’s lost in doing hers.

To those of you who pick it up, who give it a try, my thanks. I sincerely hope you enjoy it.

Do want.


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thepetcollective:

Corgi Wrestling…

Original video can be found here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hIqX2gxw6MI

Corrgiiiii

thepetcollective:

Corgi Wrestling…

Original video can be found here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hIqX2gxw6MI

Corrgiiiii


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cracked:

There’s friends, and then there’s “I dedicate this space shuttle trip in your honor” friends.
29 Images That Will Change How You Picture History

cracked:

There’s friends, and then there’s “I dedicate this space shuttle trip in your honor” friends.

29 Images That Will Change How You Picture History


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vicemag:

From the 2014 Photo Issue: “Corporate Art Is Gross”
For this year’s photography issue, Jamie Lee Curtis Taete installed some bland-looking pictures of gross stuff in corporate settings where they might pass as pleasant abstractions.
Above: Used Tampon, Bellagio, Las Vegas


Glass of Piss, Hampton Inn, Lake Havasu City, AZ

Used Condoms, Best Western, Wickenburg, AZ


Semen on Blue Paper, Peppermill Resort Spa Casino, Reno, NV

See the rest

I love this.

vicemag:

From the 2014 Photo Issue: “Corporate Art Is Gross”

For this year’s photography issue, Jamie Lee Curtis Taete installed some bland-looking pictures of gross stuff in corporate settings where they might pass as pleasant abstractions.

Above: Used Tampon, Bellagio, Las Vegas

Glass of Piss, Hampton Inn, Lake Havasu City, AZ

Used Condoms, Best Western, Wickenburg, AZ

Semen on Blue Paper, Peppermill Resort Spa Casino, Reno, NV

See the rest

I love this.


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choochoobear:

tastefullyoffensive:

If Disney Princesses Were Actually Sloths by Jen Lewis

Previously: Nicolas Cage as Disney Princesses

Give unto me.

Loveee


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