if the video footage from a gopro strapped to an elated labrador whose leash has just been removed does not make you even a tiny bit happier than you were right before you started watching it then i’m pretty sure you are a heart-less computer bot and i don’t want anything to do with you unless you have some tips on reducing belly fat.
“it’s quite easy, man. my advice is always make sure that you write down thoughts that are funny cause you want to make sure that you hang on to all the funny things you think of. so, simple as that. write down anything funny that comes to your head. don’t be lazy.”
ps – i’m in love with the song in this video, but even my summa cum laude bachelor’s degree in world wide googling can’t seem to identify it. so so so my lovelies, if you happen to know it, pleeeeeeease speak now or forever hold some peas. .
i’ve been trying to do it right i’ve been living a lonely life i’ve been sleeping here instead i’ve been sleeping in my bed, i’ve been sleeping in my bed . so show me family all the blood that i will bleed i dunno where i belong i dunno where i went wrong, but i can write a song . i belong with you, you belong with me you’re my sweetheart i belong with you, you belong with me you’re my sweet . i don’t think you’re right for him think of what it might have been if you took a bus to chinatown i’d be standing on canal, and bowery and she’d be standing next to me . i belong with you, you belong with me you’re my sweetheart i belong with you, you belong with me you’re my sweetheart . and love, we need it now let’s hope for some cause oh, we’re bleeding out . i belong with you, you belong with me you’re my sweetheart i belong with you, you belong with me you’re my sweet .
in honor of
how little i loved this movie’s font choice *, . here is a video
badassness de saul bass. .!!
* it looks like a promo poster for a chatty recipe email chain (“actually, the best one is the one you know in your head and can type right now. don’t agonize over it, it’s the one you make when you are short on time!” → quote pulled directly from a chatty recipe email chain). not a fan. .
. i think you’re freaky:
2:36 . and i like you a lot:
ps – the masses say, “die antwoord performs music which incorporates many zef elements . . . a south african slang term that describes a unique south african style which is modern and trashy and also includes out-of-date, discarded cultural and style elements . . . yolandi was quoted as saying, ‘it’s associated with people who soup their cars up and rock gold and shit. zef is, you’re poor but you’re fancy. you’re poor but you’re sexy, you’ve got style.'”
i’m tearing up, acrost your face move dust through the light to fide your name it’s something fane this is not a place not yet awake, i’m raised of make still alive who you love still alive who you love still alive who you love in a mother, out a moth furling forests for the soft gotta know been lead aloft so i’m ridding all your stories what i know, what it is, is pouring – wire it up! you’re breaking your ground
we were hunters and foragers. the frontier was everywhere. we were bounded only by the earth, and the ocean, and the sky. the open road still softly calls. our little terraquious globe as the madhouse of those hundred thousand millions of worlds. we, who cannot even put our own planetary home in order, riven with rivalries and hatreds; are we to venture out into space? by the time we’re ready to settle even the nearest of other planetary systems, we will have changed. the simple passage of so many generations will have changed us. necessity will have changed us. we’re… an adaptable species. it will not be we who reach alpha centauri and the other nearby stars. it will be a species very like us, but with more of our strengths, and fewer of our weaknesses. more confident, farseeing, capable, and prudent. for all our failings, despite our limitations and fallibilities, we humans are capable of greatness. what new wonders, undreamt of in our time, will we have wrought in another generation? and another? how far will our nomadic species have wandered by the end of the next century? and the next millennium? our remote descendants, safely arrayed on many worlds through the solar system and beyond, will be unified by their common heritage, by their regard for their home planet, and by the knowledge that whatever other life may be, the only humans in all the universe come from earth. they will gaze up, and strain to find the blue dot in their skies. they will marvel at how vulnerable the repository of raw potential once was. how perilous, our infancy. how humble, our beginnings. how many rivers we had to cross before we found our way.
last night i had a “me” night
aka i ate a whoopie pie in bed
and watched a ton of trailers. .
update – – – > . martha marcy may marlene
looks like hipstery, thrillery fun.
aaaand there’s an olsen involved. .