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Sifting the wash of the internet.

Apr 23
“Be good to people. Even the shitty ones. Let the assholes be assholes. You’ll sleep better.” Adam Gnade (via theanneswer)

(via thatwetshirt)


matociquala:

Rowlf and Floyd are the only grown-up muppets, and I mean grown-up in the best possible way.

laughterkey:

buzzfeed:

queen-of-evrything:

jamieaiken919:

mister-smalls:

kingcheddarxvii:

This is the most perfect video on the whole fricked up internet and we all owe it to ourselves to watch it once a day

cutest thing to ever happen on the Muppet Show, bar none

I’m not crying you’re crying

SHUT UP

This just made my day

If Rowlf isn’t your favorite Muppet we need to talk.




Dollhouse - 1.3 - Stage Fright

Dollhouse - 1.3 - Stage Fright

(via scifi-women)


I rarely use this to just blog. I’m going to just blog now, so you can all just ignore this if it’s not to your liking.

Warning. Contents under pressure.

So, I saw that bullshit piece of shit “joke” t-shirt that managed to insult not only women, not only those of us who call coffee the Black Bean of Life, not only men (via the fact that it was created by an individual with a penis who thinks said piteous appendage allows him the right to tar the rest of us with the same brush), not only fandom, not only, dammit, people with an ounce of decency and who understand that a sense of humor is viable only when it enlightens, entertains, and instructs, rather than demeans and diminishes, and yes, I’ve been thinking about this pretty much all day, why do you ask?

And that sets me on a burn, anyway, but I’m running hot because, you see, I am the father of a daughter, and she is my light, and she shines, and I want for her every-fucking-thing she desires, and I want those things for her earned, not given; I want for her the reward of effort. I want for her inclusion. I want for her validation. I want for her a world that recognizes her worth as a human being.

My daughter, she’s a lot like her mother and me. Which makes sense, but where our son seems to have inherited his mother’s even keel and gentle soul, my daughter got the short straw, and drew my emotional volatility. She’s smart, maybe too smart, and she runs hot like I do, and she feels deeply, and passionately, and she sees more than maybe a lot of kids her age see. And she’s a geek (hell, she’s practically a hipster-geek, as she informed me she’d been reading Divergent before anyone even knew about the movie, let alone the book), she reads comics, she dresses up as Captain Marvel and Black Widow and she swings a lightsaber and uses her Nerf guns to shoot vampires just the way Buffy taught her.

So she doesn’t fit in. She’s in a school that’s a pretty good school, to be honest, but the ratio of boys to girls in her class has been 2:1 for the last five years. That takes a toll. And some of those boys? They’re not that far from Neanderthal in their thinking about gender (and what is going on at home with those boys I am forced to wonder…). And the girls in her class, they’ve pretty much made her odd-girl-out for five years now, because that’s the game they’re playing.

Portland Public Schools has a lottery system to get into its magnet programs. For two years, our daughter has been dreaming of attending one specific middle school, one that’s art focused. She’s been in a science-and-math magnet program, and she’s done very well there, mind, but the social aspect… it’s been grinding her down. She was looking to escape. She was looking to go to a place where, she imagined, she could be who she is and not suffer for it.

Such is the dream of all of us geeks and nerds and whatever we’re calling ourselves today. Such is the call of our fandoms, and why we answer.

So, yeah, lottery system. Random. Not merit based. Not application based. Just jump through a couple of hoops to apply, check a couple of boxes, and hope your number comes up.

Her number did not come up.

And it wrecked her. It devastated her. One of those situations, those moments that, as a parent, there’s not a damn fuck thing you can do to make it better. All you can do is hold on and tell them that yes, they were right all along, life is not fair. All you can do is tell them that sometimes you get the bad bounce. All you can do is tell them you love them, that you believe in them, that you see their glow, and that one day, others will, too, honest to God.

Needless to say, it did not really help. Because, ten years old, and oh do we forget how damn hard ten years old was for some of us, at least.

She’s trying so hard to find who she is, to find a place to be who she wants to become.

And some asshole thinks selling a shirt that, essentially, says, GURLS STAY OUT is funny. He’s talking to my wife. He’s talking to my daughter. He’s talking to my friends. He’s talking to my fans. He’s talking to some of the best writers in the industry, some of the most gifted artists, some of the most talented creators in the arts.

GURLS STAY OUT. Heh heh heh.

Fucking mouthbreather.

Fake geek girl? This is still a thing? Rape threats because a woman has the temerity to point out flaws in a grievously flawed cover? Bullshit arguments about inclusiveness being overdone, overrated, that we don’t need it?

So, yeah, this is directed at the guys, and you know who you are. Odds are you’re the ones who’d never read this in the first place, but that’s not going to stop me. You, yes, you. Come here. Listen.

What in the name of everlovingfuck is the matter with you? Are you simply stupid? Are you just ignorant? Are you broken? Newsflash: you are owed NOTHING. Not a thing. Not a goddamn thing. This fandom, that fandom, guess what? It doesn’t belong to you.

You don’t own it. You partake in it. It’s called community.

You want something to be your thing, make a club, build a tree-fort, and do us a favor. Don’t come down.

Next time you think of opening your damn mouth to talk about “the women” or “their agenda” or fake geek anything, if nothing else, know this: I am listening, and I am taking names, because you are, in part, talking about my daughter.

You are talking about my friends.

You are talking about my colleagues.

You are talking about those people I am fortunate enough to count as fans of my work.

And you do not get to talk about them that way.

Especially my daughter.

Front Toward Enemy: Contents Under Pressure 

Greg Rucka. Greg Rucka is one of the good.



kierongillen:

philsandifer:

It being Shakespeare’s birthday, it’s an excellent day to commemorate something that’s very much like Shakespeare.

BUT WITH LOTS MORE PUNCHING.

It is my perpetual regret that I’ve never written a comic good enough for Nick Lowe to do a theme tune to.

We all live in the shadow of NextWave.



davidaccampo:

hermespress:

In the epic conclusion to “The Demoniac of Los Angeles,” the truth is revealed as the final pieces of an ancient game fall into place.  Available from Comixology!

I’m honestly so proud of this conclusion. We hit all of the twists and turns that we plotted from the start, and we brought it all home at 2 pages per issue for five issues. For our first complete comic book story, I think this turned out pretty damn well! 

davidaccampo:

hermespress:

In the epic conclusion to “The Demoniac of Los Angeles,” the truth is revealed as the final pieces of an ancient game fall into place.  Available from Comixology!

I’m honestly so proud of this conclusion. We hit all of the twists and turns that we plotted from the start, and we brought it all home at 2 pages per issue for five issues. For our first complete comic book story, I think this turned out pretty damn well! 


My skin has turned to porcelain, to ivory, to steel.

(via wonderali)


kellysue:

They’re here.

kellysue:

They’re here.



jordiecolorsthings:

Hey guys!

So word on the street is - a few people don’t think I’m coloring my own work!

Wow, isn’t that complimentary. I thought it was about time to put this very, very stupid rumor to rest because I’m just so annoyed when sometime tells me to “Just use your assistant.” or “Can your assistant just do this for you since you’re so busy?”

NO. My assistants are not art monkeys and they do not color/render any work with my name on it! They color their OWN work and put THEIR name on it. They are interns learning the process, making money, meeting people and having daily skype calls with me about their own work! (that said, I’m not hiring any new assistants right now and I do not have one at this time)

I color a lot of books. I color a lot of books because I love coloring. I color a lot of books and I don’t sleep a whole lot, or go on vacation, or see my family, or hang out with my boyfriend, or exercise and I pretty much miss just about every film I want to see in the cinema—so please stop saying I’m not coloring my own work.

The biggest problem is what people think a “color assistant” does. This goes for all creative fields where someone adds “I have an inking assistant”, “a penciling assistant”, “an intern”, etc. There seems to be a very popular misunderstanding that an “assistant” is hired just to do the dirty work, all the work and get no credit or money. This is not the case nor should it ever be assumed it is the case.

There are three images here from Deadpool #27.

1.) The flatted file, how it looks when the file comes back to me flatted by another person for a flat fee. This is a staple in the colorist business and without this help colorists would be really stuck for time.

2.) EX-Color Assistant/now colorist extraordinaire Kelly Fitzpatrick goes through the crazy flatted file and adjusts the colors so they are sensible while referencing colors I’ve chosen for costumes in previous issues, plus I give her the script so maybe she can figure out if it’s day or night or if they should be on the moon. This is a VERY helpful step for me, especially, because without this step every single book I have would be a minefield to manage. Having Kelly select costume palettes I’ve used in previous issues is absolutely essential. This is also something plenty of colorists do! Having the FIRST step come back with correct costumes is great but I have to get my files “color corrected”.

3.) I go in and change colors/bring detail into certain elements/fix costume problems and render the page.

This is how assisting works and this is why the work I color is my own work and only my work, end of story. Assistants are so wonderful and helpful but they deserve more than being called “who I farm my work out to”. It’s not just insulting to the artist who hires them AND the assistant who takes the job but it’s also just incorrect.

THE MORE YOU KNOW!


“More than anything, I think that the relationship between Cap and Widow is one that becomes a friendship and that is way more interesting than a romantic relationship. We don’t really know yet if she’s really even capable of that. Black Widow has so many trust issues that the last thing on her mind is like, “Man, I wish I had a boyfriend.” Steve Rogers is an attractive guy but I think she’s learning how to be herself —whoever herself is. This friendship is the catalyst that helps her to understand other events with Fury and helps her to understand what she wants because she’s probably never really asked herself that. That’s what we see more of developing; between the two of them is a friendship that allows her to be self-reflective.” Scarlett Johansson’s response to a question about “a hint at a romance” between Natasha & Steve in CA:TWS [X]  (via brambleberrycottage)

(via dorkilybeautiful)


captainwarbuckle:

top 50 horror films | #48

➥ The Others (2001)

(via juliiannemoore)


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