This entire week was so unproductive… At least I finished a comic bluhh. Stitched version.
Jade’s family picture obviously does not exist in canon but I had to find a way to link both Bec and Grandpa at the same time.
One can never tire from cliche photographs /cough/. Whoever who thought of that oh-so-convenient lighting on picture frames is a genius.
(via treehousefriend)
Marvin
The other computers in the house are named Tardis, Necronomicon, and Serenity.
Why yes, we are a family of nerds. However did you guess?
Haha, my old computer was HAL and my new one is FOD (short for Fully Operational Deathstar)
The Petticoat 5.
Albion.
Yes Miranda you can laugh.
(via shoomlah)
Simon Pegg (via -pallasathena)ZOMBIES DON’T RUN!
I know it is absurd to debate the rules of a reality that does not exist, but this genuinely irks me. You cannot kill a vampire with an MDF stake; werewolves can’t fly; zombies do not run. It’s a misconception, a bastardisation that diminishes a classic movie monster. The best phantasmagoria uses reality to render the inconceivable conceivable. The speedy zombie seems implausible to me, even within the fantastic realm it inhabits. A biological agent, I’ll buy. Some sort of super-virus? Sure, why not. But death? Death is a disability, not a superpower. It’s hard to run with a cold, let alone the most debilitating malady of them all.
More significantly, the fast zombie is bereft of poetic subtlety. As monsters from the id, zombies win out over vampires and werewolves when it comes to the title of Most Potent Metaphorical Monster. Where their pointy-toothed cousins are all about sex and bestial savagery, the zombie trumps all by personifying our deepest fear: death. Zombies are our destiny writ large. Slow and steady in their approach, weak, clumsy, often absurd, the zombie relentlessly closes in, unstoppable, intractable.
However (and herein lies the sublime artfulness of the slow zombie), their ineptitude actually makes them avoidable, at least for a while. If you’re careful, if you keep your wits about you, you can stave them off, even outstrip them - much as we strive to outstrip death. Drink less, cut out red meat, exercise, practice safe sex; these are our shotguns, our cricket bats, our farmhouses, our shopping malls. However, none of these things fully insulates us from the creeping dread that something so witless, so elemental may yet catch us unawares - the drunk driver, the cancer sleeping in the double helix, the legless ghoul dragging itself through the darkness towards our ankles.
(via scaragh)