Motivational posters inspired by The Wire. I’m way late to this.

(Source: wireinspire)

arian-noveir:

Batman - Bruce Wayne

More really amazing hero portraits here.

Oh, go fuck off.

The Secret of the Fibonacci Sequence in Trees

“I am the Lorax. I speak for the trees. I speak for the trees for they have no tongues.”
—Dr. Seuss (The Lorax)

The opening of 13 year old Aiden’s paper exploring the pattern of tree branches to make a better, more efficient solar collector.

Must read!

communicatrix:

beefranck:

So the auction for this piece is over in a couple hours WHAT I AM JUST SAYING AND BESIDES THE MONEY IS GOING TO AN AWESOME CHARITY WHAT

http://www.32auctions.com/organizations/1923/auctions/2089/auction_items/36389

What she said.

I wish I could adequately relay the amount of energy that’s required every year by the WriteGirl volunteers to push that cocksucker up that motherfucker. I mean, sure, it’s a labor of love; that’s why (hopefully) we’re all pushing those cocksuckers up those motherfuckers. But still. Friction. Gravity. Endless hustling for food, space, supplies—all these things that are required on top of love to show these girls how much they are really and truly loved.

How much girls matter.

So if you really believe girls matter—if you’re the father of a girl or the aunt of a girl or just a girl at heart, a girl who can’t say “no”—bid. Or just go give.

(And no, I’m not going to be this goddamn weepy and histrionic every day, but it’s Patti Digh’s birthday and she made me cry, and we’re almost halfway to $50K at almost halfway to 50 days and that makes me cry, and also menopause. Holy jesus, the hormones!)

Photo by Roger Hart from his book Postcards From Detroit ganked from Motor Trend.

Paul Newman at the Detroit Grand Prix

weselec:

thememegeneration:

texburgher:

weselec:

It’s a tough thing, sometimes, to recognize those moments when you’ve destroyed the credibility of your opinion by liking a photo of a corn dog.

Hear, hear.

In my pitiful defense, I liked that photo before I had my coffee, and I regretted it as soon as my brain began to work. Realizing my folly, I raced to the Internet to show off my newfound superiority and nobility.

Sad thing is, I’m not sure now which is worse: liking the crass photo, or lecturing a disorderly assortment of strangers and friends not to like the crass photo. And worst of all, my caffeine-related excuses ran out of runway hours ago.

The photo itself isn’t crass. It’s just a photo. With no other subtext, if it had been McCain or Obama or Schwarzenegger or me or you or Gruber or whomever, it’d still be a funny picture.

But what I want to know is why is it sexist? Are only women allowed to eat corn dogs?

Come on, Geoff, we’ve all been to the fair a few times. You ride the Tilt-A-Whirl, check out the Biggest Melon Contest winners and, hell, maybe even some cow-plop bingo between friends. At the end of the day, we’ve all enjoyed a juicy foot-long corn-dog.

Maybe you need a little mirror at the bottom of your coffee cup so you can see what you’ve become after that first or fourteenth cup.

I think we can all agree that this whole thing would be much more straightforward if we just pretend the corn dog called Michelle Bachmann a cunt too.

I’d like to step in here and say that corn dogs suck.

(Source: shanecyr)

Don’t hate me because it’s beautiful.

Condolences to Rod and Justin.

Taken with instagram

Smile, you assholes. (Taken with instagram)

Fair warning

Welcome to hell (Taken with instagram)