Sussy-Time!

chrisreblogs:

Because you needed to know. Because there are 13 of them.

This list is a work of art and I love it.

newyorker:

A cartoon by Shannon Wheeler. For more cartoons from this week’s issue: http://nyr.kr/1anfcsn

WOMEN ARE THE WORST!!! Hahaha, LOL!!!

newyorker:

A cartoon by Shannon Wheeler. For more cartoons from this week’s issue: http://nyr.kr/1anfcsn

WOMEN ARE THE WORST!!! Hahaha, LOL!!!

chriskula:

"It’s like if I were to watch an episode of Project Runway, only it was three hours long and there was a new episode EVERY DAY. For what feels like six, SEVEN, EIGHT MONTHS IN A ROW. And sometimes there’s more than one episode per day because sometimes after watching the Detroit version of…

True story.

gabrus:

anthonyking:

paulscheer:

This is a GREAT thing to see - CLASSIC UCB PHOTOS

shrillmurray:

behold, the greatest set of images you will ever experience

All I want in life is to be the “Who is that person?” person in a famous person’s old Harold team photo.

seconded!

thanks Pally

I put the Havana Clambake picture together, which is why I look great and Pally looks like he has the stomach flu. Sorry, Pally!

This is an email I once got from Roger Ebert.
I had (politely) submitted two factual corrections about one of his reviews to a generic rogerebert.com email address, assuming that it’d either be ignored or some intern would deal with it. Not only did he make the corrections, he very graciously replied to me from his personal email address. It’d be an understatement to say I was thrilled to see an Ebert missive, however perfunctory, pop up in my inbox. It made my week. “At The Movies” was required Sunday night viewing in my house growing up, Ebert’s “Movie Yearbooks” populated our bookshelves and were ideal summer reading (tip: look for the no- to one-star movies), and his Sun-Times columns were the only reviews I ever bothered with, because why waste your time with the Armond Whites of the world when Ebert is always right and never a dick. He was a legend to me, so him emailing me was goddamn wonderful and probably exactly what I was secretly hoping for all along when I set my little know-it-all fingers to emailing him. Thank you, Mr. Ebert, for being so kind to write me back. You were a class act all the way.

This is an email I once got from Roger Ebert.

I had (politely) submitted two factual corrections about one of his reviews to a generic rogerebert.com email address, assuming that it’d either be ignored or some intern would deal with it. Not only did he make the corrections, he very graciously replied to me from his personal email address. It’d be an understatement to say I was thrilled to see an Ebert missive, however perfunctory, pop up in my inbox. It made my week. “At The Movies” was required Sunday night viewing in my house growing up, Ebert’s “Movie Yearbooks” populated our bookshelves and were ideal summer reading (tip: look for the no- to one-star movies), and his Sun-Times columns were the only reviews I ever bothered with, because why waste your time with the Armond Whites of the world when Ebert is always right and never a dick. He was a legend to me, so him emailing me was goddamn wonderful and probably exactly what I was secretly hoping for all along when I set my little know-it-all fingers to emailing him. Thank you, Mr. Ebert, for being so kind to write me back. You were a class act all the way.

Let’s pour one out for Huell, my favorite television character of all time. RIP, HH!

DON’T GET EVEN
A lot of stuff that I encounter on the Internet makes me angry. Like, on a soul-deep level. Internet behavior towards my friends, but also real-world things I just happen to find out about on the Internet, because what are news-pap-ers? And a lot of times it can feel really overwhelming, all this terrible shit out there in the world and no one FIXING IT and righting the scales of justice and making it better. And because you are already on the internet, it’s easy to waste a lot of time raging against the badthings in all kinds of time-sucky, ineffective ways. I wish I was the sort of person who could write one perfectly-worded comment on an organization’s Facebook wall and walk away, but alas. Reading comments, writing comments, searching out editorials that affirm your opinions, writing angry Facebook posts, reading people’s comments on your Facebook posts, writing replies to their replies. It’s easy to spiral once you encounter something that really hits a nerve.
So anyway, I’ve been slowly instituting a new personal policy I’m calling Don’t GET Even, GIVE Even. The way it works is, every time something really, deeply enrages me, I give a donation to a related, positive cause. I try to make the donation roughly equivalent to the amount of anger I feel. And I try to do this instead of continuing to rage about the thing, because raging and trying to get even never works and it turns you into a dick in the process. So yesterday, for instance, I gave $100 to Gilda’s Club of Desert Cities (the closest Gilda’s Club to me) in honor of the Gilda’s Club in Madison (aka “Cancer Support Center For Cancerous People With Cancer” or whatever the fuck they’re calling themselves now). I also gave $20 to Planned Parenthood in honor of Kate’s troll (see above). I have been doing this all year, whenever some politician calls rape something other than rape or somebody throws a bunch of voter registration forms in the garbage, and over time it’s become the rule for me rather than the exception. 
I know this isn’t a particularly novel or radical idea, but as something of an internet-rage-aholic, it’s been really helpful. Not only does it usually stop me from, say, reading every single comment on a controversial blog post or engaging with trolls on Facebook, it also channels all my negative mental energy into positivity for causes I support. That’s what the Los Angeles Daily Examiner-Journal would call a real humdinger of a Win-Win, daddio! 

DON’T GET EVEN

A lot of stuff that I encounter on the Internet makes me angry. Like, on a soul-deep level. Internet behavior towards my friends, but also real-world things I just happen to find out about on the Internet, because what are news-pap-ers? And a lot of times it can feel really overwhelming, all this terrible shit out there in the world and no one FIXING IT and righting the scales of justice and making it better. And because you are already on the internet, it’s easy to waste a lot of time raging against the badthings in all kinds of time-sucky, ineffective ways. I wish I was the sort of person who could write one perfectly-worded comment on an organization’s Facebook wall and walk away, but alas. Reading comments, writing comments, searching out editorials that affirm your opinions, writing angry Facebook posts, reading people’s comments on your Facebook posts, writing replies to their replies. It’s easy to spiral once you encounter something that really hits a nerve.

So anyway, I’ve been slowly instituting a new personal policy I’m calling Don’t GET Even, GIVE Even. The way it works is, every time something really, deeply enrages me, I give a donation to a related, positive cause. I try to make the donation roughly equivalent to the amount of anger I feel. And I try to do this instead of continuing to rage about the thing, because raging and trying to get even never works and it turns you into a dick in the process. So yesterday, for instance, I gave $100 to Gilda’s Club of Desert Cities (the closest Gilda’s Club to me) in honor of the Gilda’s Club in Madison (aka “Cancer Support Center For Cancerous People With Cancer” or whatever the fuck they’re calling themselves now). I also gave $20 to Planned Parenthood in honor of Kate’s troll (see above). I have been doing this all year, whenever some politician calls rape something other than rape or somebody throws a bunch of voter registration forms in the garbage, and over time it’s become the rule for me rather than the exception. 

I know this isn’t a particularly novel or radical idea, but as something of an internet-rage-aholic, it’s been really helpful. Not only does it usually stop me from, say, reading every single comment on a controversial blog post or engaging with trolls on Facebook, it also channels all my negative mental energy into positivity for causes I support. That’s what the Los Angeles Daily Examiner-Journal would call a real humdinger of a Win-Win, daddio! 

A to Z: Professions

chriskula:

Aerialist

Bear wrangler

Cryogenics home installer

Donkey butcher

Esophagus photographer

Freelance pope

Gheorghe Muresan hunter

Ham smuggler

Internist (unpaid)

Jazz club demolitionist

Kite leasing agent

Latrobe, PA Chamber of Tourism co-director

Massive erection watercolorist

Nitrous oxide mall kiosk owner

Organs grinder

Porky’s-Con panel moderator

Rap instructor for seniors

Sandwich documentarian

Tassel braider

Uncle-for-hire 

Vasectomy coupon distributor

Wig developer for NASA

Xylophonists union rep

Zoot suit riot cop

UPDATE: I totally forgot Q! Obviously that would be “Queef sales.”

curtinly:

Alan Zweibel’s response to the Gilda’s Club controversy
Please reblog this post and share this link to help spread the word. 

I didn’t know this was a thing that was happening, and it makes me very angry that it is, but this is a beautiful response.
Edited to add: I usually don’t go in for internet petitions, but this is one that could actually maybe make a difference, possibly, who knows: 
http://www.change.org/petitions/gilda-s-club-madison-reconsider-changing-the-name-of-gilda-s-club

curtinly:

Alan Zweibel’s response to the Gilda’s Club controversy

Please reblog this post and share this link to help spread the word. 

I didn’t know this was a thing that was happening, and it makes me very angry that it is, but this is a beautiful response.

Edited to add: I usually don’t go in for internet petitions, but this is one that could actually maybe make a difference, possibly, who knows: 

http://www.change.org/petitions/gilda-s-club-madison-reconsider-changing-the-name-of-gilda-s-club

I SOLVED IMPROV COMEDY GUYZ

I was coaching an improv group called Junk Rope the other day and we collectively came up with the following formula:

Smarts  +  Hearts  +  Farts = Great Improv

The “Smarts” is intelligence, obviously, but also realism and careful observation of your scene partner and your environment so that you don’t miss when something interesting and unusual has happened. 

The “Hearts” is the emotional life of your character, your empathy for each other as humans, and your ability to be affected by each other on stage. 

The “Farts” is the sense of silliness and fun and play that you bring to the stage. It’s your willingness to go down the rabbit hole and follow the funny of your scene and look stupid in the process. 

I’ve only had about 36 hours to let this theory marinate, but I’m pretty sure it is everything.