Thursday, July 24, 2014

noot-noot-muthafuka:

buttlicked:

Damn this spot the difference is so hard :-/

One of them is useful, famous across the world and part of peoples every day lives.

The other one is Justin Bieber and Nash Grier  

Wednesday, July 23, 2014
mikerastiello:

philnoto:

Superior Iron Man #1

I love Phil Noto, but even he can’t make me like Iron Man’s new suit.
Hopefully it’s not around for too long.



I don’t love it either, but it’s still better than the terrible “Godkiller” armor he wore during his stint with the Guardians of the Galaxy. Holy shit, did I hate that design.

mikerastiello:

philnoto:

Superior Iron Man #1

I love Phil Noto, but even he can’t make me like Iron Man’s new suit.

Hopefully it’s not around for too long.

I don’t love it either, but it’s still better than the terrible “Godkiller” armor he wore during his stint with the Guardians of the Galaxy. Holy shit, did I hate that design.

It has been my experience that if I shout “HEEEEEY MACARENA!” at any given moment, absolutely everyone above a certain age will drop whatever they’re doing and immediately do the Macarena. Then yell at me for making them realize they still know how to do the Macarena.

Sunday, July 20, 2014
It’s a bit past seven in the morning and I’m just getting home from work. I’m tired and my back is not my friend right now. Other than that, I’m pretty okay. Not great. Not horrible, but not great. My mother called the other day with some details on a runs-in-the-family medical condition that may or may not affect me, along with “Just try not to stress out about things. Try to remain as stress free as possible.”

But I stress out about things a lot, it’s my natural state of being. I stress about things I shouldn’t stress about, I stress about things other people should stress about, I stress about the lives of fictional characters. But now I’m stressing about how often I stress about things and how it might, in fact, end up killing me some day.

I wish I was The Dude. Or Peter from Office Space.

Right now I think I’m going to have a glass of chocolate milk and pass the fuck out until whatever o’clock in the afternoon.

Fire truck, indeed.

<3.

It’s a bit past seven in the morning and I’m just getting home from work. I’m tired and my back is not my friend right now. Other than that, I’m pretty okay. Not great. Not horrible, but not great. My mother called the other day with some details on a runs-in-the-family medical condition that may or may not affect me, along with “Just try not to stress out about things. Try to remain as stress free as possible.”

But I stress out about things a lot, it’s my natural state of being. I stress about things I shouldn’t stress about, I stress about things other people should stress about, I stress about the lives of fictional characters. But now I’m stressing about how often I stress about things and how it might, in fact, end up killing me some day.

I wish I was The Dude. Or Peter from Office Space.

Right now I think I’m going to have a glass of chocolate milk and pass the fuck out until whatever o’clock in the afternoon.

Fire truck, indeed.

<3.

Saturday, July 19, 2014

How are you?

Friday, July 18, 2014

(Source: iraffiruse)

unruhen:

play this episode at my funeral

necromorph-slayinglovemachine:

wHEN THE MUSIC GETS ALL INTENSE AND U CAN’T FIND THE ENEMY

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  • me: haha hey guys do u dare me to eat this whole thing of ice cream
  • them: no
  • me: *shaking my head and chuckling* i cant believe you guys are making me do this
  • them: we're not
  • me: *eating right out of the thing* this is so wild you guys you're so fucked up for making me do this
Thursday, July 17, 2014