it's not a waffle house, it's a waffle home.

JAMES T. KIRK Star Trek ‘The Omega Glory’

"Looks terrible. Yeah I'll do it"

Galadriel: Take these lembas for your journey. They will serve you when all else fails. I have original, spicy nacho, cool ranch, and barbecue. 

i’ve mentioned this here before, but it will remain one of the most ideologically influential experiences of my life: when i was in fifth grade i did a report on post traumatic stress as manifested in veterans of the vietnam war, and my father did me the huge favor of connecting me w/ a vietnam vet friend of his who was diagnosed with PTSD, assuring him that while i was only ten i was bright and curious and he should be as honest with me about his experience as possible. 

i remember entering his office with my tape recorder, sitting in a chair that was too big, and asking him questions about war, and his life after war, while swinging my legs over the edge of the chair. i remember being very, very quiet as he spoke of pulling the car over on the highway for fear of crashing when his hands would shake uncontrollably in response to song on the radio or a smell that he couldn’t be sure was real or sense-memory. and of ruined relationships and anger and american hypocrisy. 

and i also remember that was the day i learned what “valor” meant. he used “valor” in a sentence and i didn’t know that word, and when i asked him to explain “valor” he became very quiet. and i can’t remember precisely what he said, if he ever offered me the dictionary definition or not, but i do remember him looking very sad, and saying something about our country’s idea of “valor”, and also something about a broken promise. and there was an edge to his words that i couldn’t parse at the time that i would later come to understand was bitterness, that he sounded bitter. 

to this day i can’t hear or read the word “valor” without seeing sunlight coming through his office window at a slant, close-to-sunset light, and feeling the kind of quiet, confused, completely internalized panic a child feels when they sense that a grown up is trying very hard not to weep in their presence. 

confusing Odysseus and Orpheus is like confusing a liar and a lyre. send post

Looking back, Nobody found this funny.

Today I cried a little bit because I remembered that when Beethoven conducted his ninth symphony for the first time he got a standing ovation and one of the sopranos had to turn him around to see the audience. 

I have never recovered from this illustration by Scott Cameron for Barbara Nichol’s “Beethoven Lives Upstairs.”

A mirror breaks

So much work went into this visual joke. So much extra effort that did not need to happen at all. Incredible.

In his defence I also saw that necklace and fell in love immediately

Did she give him her number? If I wasn't married I'd take him.

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I didn't read that properly the last time

Its a Leap Yeap

@hollers-and-holmes

This comic was inspired by a post that I cannot find [redacted rant about how much tumblr's search function is the closest there is tho pure evil]. So you know, if anyone has that post hand it I will actually make you a silly litltle doodle.

…I DIE

Happy 85th birthday King <3

Mulder craning at a 90 degree angle to get eye to eye with scully is nuts but THIS SCENE IS CRAZY. The insane intimacy of saying “there’s no one we can trust now”. There’s you and there’s me, crammed into this tiny frame, and there’s everyone else in the world. Btw we’ve only known each other for a couple months. See you at work tomorrow, coworker