Then finish it… ’Cause I’m with you till the end of the line.
David Aja’s Iron Fist
Goddamn, David Aja is ridiculously good.
This is Princess Dead Pool. My 3 year old told me EXACTLY how she wanted the costume to look and walked me through the entire thing, bossing me around. It was so much fun.
OH MY GOD SHE IS IMPOSSIBLY CUTE.
Hooked on a feeeeeling …
77kg Lu Xiaojun, world record 176kg snatch at the 2013 World Championships
Let’s see… Midnight in Paris, Hot Tub Time Machine, Bill and Ted’s Excellent Adventure, Groundhog Day?
Don’t remember the 1890s part of Midnight in Paris, but that still seems right.
It’s the bit where Owen Wilson and the French girl he falls for in the ’20s find a stagecoach or something that takes them back to her favorite era (the 1890s) and she expresses the same feelings of “Ah, this was truly the best time to live in!” that Wilson’s character was expressing about the ’20s and Wilson realizes he’s being dumb and goes back to his own time.
It’s almost 11 at night and I’m sitting here looking at HabitRPG and roundly cursing the fact that I’m about to take a hit on both the “Learn some code” and “Write every day” dailies that I have set up because today was spectacularly lazy and unproductive when I have a slight brainwave: there’s a checklist of things I have to be done with before May 12 for DBC and while I’m most of the way through that list, there’s one thing that’s remained stubbornly unchecked. They want me to figure out what the difference between .map and .collect are, and my usual Google-Fu has failed me so far, but no longer. Tonight, I will figure it out and write something about the process.
it crests my dashboard and I feel something I can’t name or describe except that it’s awesome and humbling, and I remember the person I wrote the song about; and I think, your story has spoken to so many, in places so far and wide
to survive is to leave a legacy of hope
tooo real son
Writin’ stuff, writin’ stuff.
Very Italian to sex up Star Wars. A lovely poster by Michelangelo Papuzza.
I need this in my house.
Honestly after years of contemplating this question I think it’s the geometry. The way that the still scene on the field at any given moment contains a finite but vast number of possibilities. The more into baseball you are, the more of these possibilities you’re able to spot and hold in your mind between pitches. In this way, baseball mirrors literally every waking moment of one’s life, except that in baseball, the compulsion to act is permanent and ongoing, so there’s never a point in any 3-2 count where the whole team just loses sight of its goals and gets a crummy job it hates and ends up wasting a whole year there instead of just the summer. This just doesn’t happen in baseball. There are a number of possibilities, and then one of them is put into play, and then the consequent number of possibilities opened by the play are set in motion, and yet again they are winnowed down to one, and all this is right there, like the energy of the atom, in the configuration of the nine players on the field and the one at the plate. Hence geometry. This is the opposite of boxing, which is not about geometry or physics or calculus or heroic narratives, but which is the sport where you get to hit somebody in the face all night and he doesn’t even take it personally, and then you even hug each other afterwards no matter who won, unless you’re a really bad sport.