(Source: doge-gone-it, via mentalextensions)
Me in the morning.
This is a effect, but it’s a cheat. The guy would’ve totally seen himself running toward himself.
(Source: whattheendoftheworldlookedlike, via oldfilmsflicker)
joke press release, 1933.
Before Curly was Curly.
I’m seeing an utterly irrelevant sponsored post from Marshall’s in my feed. Fall fashion tip for women. Maybe it’s because, as a comics geek, I follow bettyfelon for her awesome sense of superheroic style. Or maybe it’s just a dumb-ass carpetbombing approach to marketing.
Either way, shouldn’t I be able to tell the Yahoos who’ve taken over this place that their ad is unwelcome? Other marketers seem interested in that information. If we have to be subjected to ads — and I get why we do — can’t we at least have some say about our preferences?
I’ve just signed up for Ello, an ad-free social network currently in beta. Membership is invitation-only, and I’ve got invites. Ping my inbox if you’re interested.
Franklin Pangborn, originally a silent comedian
"Sound makes a famous NOW" (?!)
I don’t know what it means, but I like the typefaces.