Is It “A Matter Of Convenience”?

You are a villain famous for “killing” heroes. In reality, heroes come to you to fake their deaths.

Wait a second, are you telling me the Hobbit movies didn’t end with Thorin and Bilbo getting married? That’s crazy. That final scene - with Bilbo planting the first acorn for a Hobbit garden in Erebor as Consort Under the Mountain, was unforgettable. He and Thorin were so sweet…”

Me, IN DENIAL FOREVER AND EVER AND EVER AMEN (via darthstitch)

Massachusetts Driving Gothic

You don’t know what street you’re on.  Every intersection, there’s a street sign, but it only tells you the name of the other street.  Perhaps your street has no name.  Perhaps it doesn’t exist.

The road has two lanes.  You thought it had three, but suddenly there are two.  Now three again.  Now one.

Construction workers close down a street.  They work for years.  No one says what they’re doing, but machinery moves back and forth and great clouds of smoke go up into the sky.  When they finally leave, the street looks as if they were never there.

Roads were named, back in the old times, by the city they went to.  A road that went to Boston was Boston Road.  But many roads lead to Boston.  So there are many Boston Roads.  They do not connect to each other.  They are all Boston Road.

You have forgotten what a parking space looks like.  You have forgotten what it means to park.  You simply drive forever, in circles.  It feels natural enough.

Blue lights flash in front of you, the street swarms with police; an accident?  A crime?  Some kind of disaster?  But at the heart of the blue-clad swarm there is nothing but a single man in a yellow vest, digging a small hole by the side of the road.

You have to be in the left lane to turn right, the sign says.  You have to be in the right lane to turn left.  The sign that explains this is hung directly over the intersection.

The pedestrians lurch out in front of your car, heedless of the danger, of their own soft bodies and the hardness of steel.  They may think your car would simply pass through them.  They may be right.

You are on I-93, at rush hour, going one mile an hour.  You have always been, and will always be, on I-93, at rush hour, going one mile an hour.  In the neighboring cars, babies are born, old people are dying, small tribes are forming.

You are on Storrow Drive.  Somehow, you do not die.

Beasts of Burden by Jill Thompson and Evan Dorkin.  Epic creepy coolness!

Sharknado Sequel Ideas. http://www.geeksaresexy.net/2013/07/12/the-sharknado-sequels-you-all-want-to-see-pics/#cHxpKMt0U6F1acfD.30

41 \o/   Hooray for old farts!

You can never have too much tiny Ed.

Here’s a little Ed pouting on your dash