I do.
I really do.
Like that moment when you find a really obvious one in what you had otherwise supposed was an eloquently phrased declaration of your profound insight on the world and its inhabitants?
Yes.
Those ones.
I love those the most.
So there’s a plot of land right on Robson’s street that has been bought and is being cleared out for a new building, but as they were taking apart the old building something very special was found; an old hand-painted advert for Harold Lloyd’s very first full feature, Grandma’s Boy.
Obviously I sort of flipped out when I saw it. Unfortunately the sun was on the wrong side so these aren’t very good but it really is a beauty, and the colours are just as they were because it’s been covered up for so long! I might try again in the morning tomorrow if the weather is good again :)
Sort of uncanny timing too, what with The Artist, Morris Lessmore and HUGO causing a trend of interest in silent movies…
HOW
WHY ARE YOUR COUNTIES/STATES SO NEATLY DIVIDED!?
IN ENGLAND IT IS WIGGLY LINE WORLD:
AND THEN YOU LOOK AT AMERICA AND IT’S LIKE
BAM
BOXES
WHY
HOW
WHEN!?!?!?!??
(via scaragh)
The Artist’s Uggie didn’t get a Best Dog nomination, but he still got an Oscar!
You know, some days I don’t know whether to just smack you or pat you consolingly before pushing you off a cliff.
If you ‘feel stupid because you do not know who Margaret Thatcher is’
are you really expecting me to say that you are not?
If there is a gaping abyss of nothingness in your knowledge of the past century
if you do not know why an entire generation of children from the United Kingdom have grown up with nightmares of Thatcher the Milk Snatcher and have sung nursery rhymes about the Handbag Beast
if the main actress of the Iron Lady who just won an Oscar yesterday just seems like she was pretty good at turning into an old British Granny
I am not going to sit down and educate your malnourished mind
do the commonly decent thing and learn to fucking Google
I am not your mother.
I’m caught up… I can’t believe I had to go back and reread everything… I guess that’s par for the course here in Homestuck. I was just playing beats on the MPC.
Things are starting to shape up around here… Thanks for all the help so far. My eyelids are starting to get heavy again and looks like I may have to stop for the evening. My inbox is so full, I want to go through it and answer some questions some time.
You know, this whole Homestuck fiasco, is one of the most unique and strange things that has happend to me. One, I’ve never read anything remotely close to this, I’ve never read a webcomic in my life. Also, I’ve never read anything with a couple thousand people kind of guiding me along the way, this whole experience is mind blowing! I mean the author greeted me on the screen and entering this whole world that I had no idea even existed a few days ago feels like stepping into a new dimension, and with tumblr, I can feel you guys all here with me… I don’t know, it’s late, I’m tired, my mind is tired… I’m Homestuck.
HE’S
HOMESTUCK
HE’S HOMESTUCK.
GUYS I CAN’T DEAL WITH THIS
I CAN’T
TEARS OF JOY FOR HUMANITY.
(via kawaiiyomo-blog)
We’re going to the 9:50 showing of HUGO in celebration of it’s steam-rollering the Oscars.
This will be the 8th time I’ve seen it.
THE 8TH TIME.
AND I REGRET NOTHING.
Anonymous asked: Hugo won so many awards, I bet you're thrilled about that! I know I am. :)
YOU HAVE NO IDEA
