The Eggnog Project blends my love of eggs and nogs and eggnogs and design by cataloging eggnog carton designs.
Oh Eggnog Project, be still my heart. Also, I forgive you for a glaring omission:
The Eggnog Project blends my love of eggs and nogs and eggnogs and design by cataloging eggnog carton designs.
Oh Eggnog Project, be still my heart. Also, I forgive you for a glaring omission:
It’s so sad. The original source is a flickr account that doesn’t exist any more. I want to find the artist and see more work. This hits me right in the feelings.
i love sir patrick stewart more with each passing day.
See, guys. This is how you do it. Notice the words “Not all men are like that” are never spoken.
I get this completely irrational and projected feeling that Patrick Stewart figured something out when he was 65 that he needed to figure out his whole life and that made him finally able to be happy and it makes me so happy to see him happy I just want to cuddle the idea of his happiness.
What is this, The Depression? You reuse teabag?!Look man don’t fall for the Capitalist line that you can only use teabags once. Many of them are good for two uses (especially mint and green, but don’t try it with black unless you want to take a ride to bitter city), and if you have the good stuff, you can potentially use it three times and still have a decent flavor.
I am also in favor of re-using tea bags. For used black tea bags, you can throw them in water for soaking orchids.
Everybody has a little Grinch inside them, c’mon, all those thank-you notes.
Grinch model sheet, collage of Xerox-ed drawings by Chuck Jones. One of these would be thumb-tacked on a board above the animator’s desk, so that everyone worked ‘on model’. “Dr. Seuss’ How the Grinch Stole Christmas” 1966.
dinners ready
( ._.)./ an explanation:
The dog has an issue where his esophagus doesn’t work right; it doesn’t get food in there right because it’s all stretched out and stuff. So what dog owners (and cat owners and I guarantee you the cat ones look goofier) do is make a highchair and feed them upright so gravity can be a hero. It’s also really cute.
The disorder is called Megaesophagus.
Here is a cat with the same disorder in his eatin’ sock.
EATIN’ SOCK
I feel like I’ve reblogged this before and was able to find the source credit, but no luck this time.
This map should be included in every history book.
Oh wow! I’ve been wanting this for ages!
Shannon Gibney is a professor of English and African diaspora studies at Minneapolis Community and Technical College (MCTC). When that’s your job, there are a lot of opportunities to talk about racism, imperialism, capitalism, and history. There are also a lot of opportunities to anger students who would rather not learn about racism, imperialism, capitalism, and history. I presume MCTC knows that; they have an African diaspora studies program. Back in January 2009, white students made charges of discrimination after Gibney suggested to them that fashioning a noose in the newsroom of the campus newspaper—as an editor had done the previous fall—might alienate students of color. More recently, when Gibney led a discussion on structural racism in her mass communication class, three white students filed a discrimination complaint because it made them feel uncomfortable. This time, MCTC reprimanded Gibney under their anti-discrimination policy.
Elevating discomfort to discrimination mocks the intent of the policy, but that’s not the whole of it. By sanctioning Gibney for making students uncomfortable, MCTC is pushing a disturbing higher-education trend. When colleges and universities become a market, there is no incentive to teach what customers would rather not know. When colleges are in the business of making customers comfortable, we are all poorer for it.
”Tressie McMillan Cottom ”The Discomfort Zone”
Higher Education. Where money and privilege trumps all. You can have 3 PHDs but any student with the right amount of pull and privilege will just make you into their peon with the university’s full backing.
(via newwavefeminism) I was going to reblog without comment, but I just need to say that as a student of color who moved from a big city to a small, mostly white town for her first year of college, classes that gave me the tools to understand the discrimination I was facing literally saved my life. How many students of color do you alienate when you silence the voices keeping them sane? (via rather-facile)
I had the Sesame Street disco record when I was little…
Wish I still had it.
Ditto.
Pretty sure Sesame Street Gold is still residing at mom and dad’s house.
I’ve got both sides sitting in my dropbox, maybe it’s time for a post.
"Doin’ The Pigeon" - Bert & The Girls
Isn’t this better than sitting on a statue Bernice?