Sometimes the rats in my brain come together and start yelling “YEARNING” and in trying to appease them I ask “FOR WHAT” but they are too small so all they can say is “YEARNING” which is a very big word for such a tiny creature, even collectively
I loved this visual so much I had to doodle it.
ratratratratrat
Lifehack: instead of doom scrolling or watching anything with ads on it, lately I've been watching comedies. Weirdly enough, it does put me in a better mood.
Smokey and the Bandit is also way funnier than I expected, holy shit.
Related: confirmed it's not only rose-tinted nostalgia goggles making me love older media lately. Smokey and the Bandit is from 1977, and my husband and I were commenting how the lines sound weirdly natural (not everything is a quip or sarcasm), how there's longer camera shots (usually the "rest" in between action shots), and good GOD the stunt drivers are amazing.
After trying to look for the mat lines that would have indicated a chroma key screen for all the shots of characters in cars, we realized "oh, that's not a green screen, the car's actually moving." They likely had it hitched to a trailer or something so the actors weren't driving, but the trees going by and the lighting and the wind look so convincing because they're all real, duh. That's so obvious, but we're just so conditioned to expect everything to be done in post now.
I dunno. Watch old movies. If you haven't seen it watch Smokey and the Bandit, join us in having "Eastbound and Down" stuck in your head for the next week.
Lifehack: instead of doom scrolling or watching anything with ads on it, lately I've been watching comedies. Weirdly enough, it does put me in a better mood.
Smokey and the Bandit is also way funnier than I expected, holy shit.
I love the Everlux and I love the harp tert gene
Positive affirmations:
I deserve a halberd
I should be given a halberd
People want me to have a halberd
I can be trusted to own a halberd
I will be given a halberd one day
People will think my halberd is incredibly hot
WHOSE LINE IS IT ANYWAY? Scenes from a Hat
I will forever love Marshmallow Mouse. My little old lady is such a lovely soul. I remember when she was just a little bean. Now she's a whole burrito.
The building of rage
against the dying of the lights
The old school lack of transparency on tumblr is amazing because you assume the people you follow must all be equivalent to you and then you see someone write “I brought my youngest to college today” and someone else write “my mom wouldn’t let me listen to Ariana Grande when I was a kid” and then your head explodes
and we need that! keeps us humble.
Then I'm just like WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU’RE AN ADULT
It goes the other way, too, because WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU'RE A CHILD?!!
I'm 16, that's like, barely a child
I'm in my 30s. You are baby
I'm older than both of you in a trenchcoat.
honestly one of the best things we can do for ourselves is realize that people of different ages than us can still be the same kind of person as us. it's humbling and it gives everyone involved a sense of continuity, and it busts those stupid generational stereotypes media is so fond of.
Video Description:
Man in an office is holding a stunt safe foam rubber cinder block: This is a prop foam rubber cinder block, that way we can smack an actor with it, and it won’t kill him. [man throws the prop at his coworker’s head]. But if it DID kill him, I’d still get off scot-free
Coworker [off-screen]: How would you do that, Scott?
Scott: Because there’d be no concrete evidence.
Coworker: [throws foam rubber cinder-block at Scott’s head]
please note that for both impacts someone did foley work to make the foam brick go 'bang!'
...I remember being so tempted to get some of this castable flex-foam and this is not helping me resist that urge.
When I'm a small prey mammal and I've evolved to survive the barren rocky landscape by optimizing into a tan egg
she has been pickled for her crimes
The spirit of Mouse compelled me:
Whose pumpkin is it anyway?
This! Pumpkin! is! Mine!!!
