half a bubble off plumb
That kid got fixed. Nice man hands.

That kid got fixed. Nice man hands.

gatsbylives:

felistella:

killin me smalls.

I miss this show so much it hurts.

I’m having so much fun experiencing it for the first time. I’m just starting season 3 and they both still have their soft young baby faces, with big wide earnest eyes. They sure walk around in the dark with flashlights a lot, though.

Overnight, as if by magic, Buckley has turned into a lap cat. 
Happy Caturday.

Overnight, as if by magic, Buckley has turned into a lap cat.
Happy Caturday.

rollingstone:

Kurt Cobain died 20 years ago today. Look back at our 1994 interview with the Nirvana frontman where he opens up about about stardom, fatherhood, his feud with Pearl Jam, the death of grunge, and why he’s never been happier in his life.



Such a great interview, it really takes me back. The music scene here in Seattle was so intense during those years.

rollingstone:

Kurt Cobain died 20 years ago today. Look back at our 1994 interview with the Nirvana frontman where he opens up about about stardom, fatherhood, his feud with Pearl Jam, the death of grunge, and why he’s never been happier in his life.

Such a great interview, it really takes me back. The music scene here in Seattle was so intense during those years.

theatlantic:

This Man Took 445 Photobooth Portraits of Himself Over 30 Years, and Nobody Knows Why

For three decades, starting in the 1930s, he did the same thing. He’d sit inside a photo booth. He’d smile. He’d pose. 
And then—pop! pop! pop!—out would pop a glossy self-portrait, in shades of black and white. There he was, staring back at himself … and grinning. And, sometimes, almost scowling. There he was, mirthful. And, sometimes, almost scornful.  
The man—nobody knows who he was—repeated this process 455 times, at least, and he did so well into the 1960s. Nobody knows for sure why he did it. Or where he did it. All we know is that he took nearly 500 self-portraits over the course of thirty years, at a time when taking self-portraits was significantly more difficult than it is today, creating a striking record of the passage of time. 
The man’s effort is now being shared with the public in the form of a collection being shown at Rutgers’ Zimmerli Art Museum in New Brunswick. “445 Portraits of a Man,” the exhibit is appropriately called, takes these early, earnest selfies and presents them as art. 
Read more. [Image courtesy Donald Lokuta]




Before Noah Kalina, there was this guy.

theatlantic:

This Man Took 445 Photobooth Portraits of Himself Over 30 Years, and Nobody Knows Why

For three decades, starting in the 1930s, he did the same thing. He’d sit inside a photo booth. He’d smile. He’d pose. 

And then—pop! pop! pop!—out would pop a glossy self-portrait, in shades of black and white. There he was, staring back at himself … and grinning. And, sometimes, almost scowling. There he was, mirthful. And, sometimes, almost scornful.  

The man—nobody knows who he was—repeated this process 455 times, at least, and he did so well into the 1960s. Nobody knows for sure why he did it. Or where he did it. All we know is that he took nearly 500 self-portraits over the course of thirty years, at a time when taking self-portraits was significantly more difficult than it is today, creating a striking record of the passage of time. 

The man’s effort is now being shared with the public in the form of a collection being shown at Rutgers’ Zimmerli Art Museum in New Brunswick. “445 Portraits of a Man,” the exhibit is appropriately called, takes these early, earnest selfies and presents them as art.

Read more. [Image courtesy Donald Lokuta]

Before Noah Kalina, there was this guy.

tastefullyoffensive:

Internet Gothic by HPWombat [context/context]


Well that was fast.

tastefullyoffensive:

Internet Gothic by HPWombat [context/context]

Well that was fast.


Barack, Joe & Bill



I love this photo and will always love it when it comes across my dash.

Barack, Joe & Bill

I love this photo and will always love it when it comes across my dash.

In the interest of showing that Buckley is not always a bratty teenager, more often than not I wake up to find him draped across me. Complete with an arm around my neck.

In the interest of showing that Buckley is not always a bratty teenager, more often than not I wake up to find him draped across me. Complete with an arm around my neck.

Got some new curtains hung in my living room. And it only took 2 years!

Got some new curtains hung in my living room. And it only took 2 years!

Looking forward to April Fools Day being over.

Looking forward to April Fools Day being over.

Would be lovely to wake up to.

Would be lovely to wake up to.

Mirror, mirror.

Mirror, mirror.

Got home from the store just in the nick of time. Lightning, thunder, hail, it’s nuts out there.

Got home from the store just in the nick of time. Lightning, thunder, hail, it’s nuts out there.