Perishables! Come Congregate in the Cold!
Little Hot Waves, Or, Let’s Get Brain Cancer While We Wait For The Popcorn
Mix Your Drinks! (Stir! Whip! Purée!)
A Configuration of Whisks Which, When Activated, Allow Sufjan Stevens to Cook a Fluffier Omelette
Toaster (For the Toastless)
Mark Evanier, Kirby: King of Comics (via nerdhapley)
It’s Jack Kirby’s birthday, so here’s that story of him being bad ass all of the time.
True fact: during WWII Kirby was assigned as a scout due to his art skills, meaning that he went in alone and unarmed, ahead of Allied attacks so that he could draw enemy fortifications.
Once he was ambushed by three Nazi soldiers, all of them with guns. He killed all three with a knife he stole from one of them.
Dude was verifiably grade-A stone-cold badass.
And that’s why Jack Kirby was the King.
I love it when Rick and I have kitchen dates. He’s the best cook.
Read each story here:http://vogue.cm/XSNWEq
i dont think you guys realize the importance of black hair being celebrated ON VOGUE..
Trying to find that live action drama about mangakas I’ve seen floating around my dash. Lost the post, but does anyone know what I’m talking about?
There is topless Natalie Dormer on my dash
THIS IS NOW THE BEST DAY EVER
How is a single human being allowed to be that impossibly hot?
SOME KIND OF SORCERY IS MY GUESS O.O
Oddly enough, this didn’t turn out to be some kind of scene from a particularly messed-up Japanese horror film. I did some digging on this one and found this page about it:
In Onahama, Japan, following the Great East Japan Earthquake, a project known as Okurie emerged that involves painting murals onto buildings that are scheduled to be demolished. Nearly two years later, artist Yosuke Tan, aka untangle, paid a visit to one site of an Okurie at Iwaki Sogo High School where recent graduates of the now-vacant educational institution gathered to commemorate the building they spent their high school days in.
Using 27 liters of paint, the students left their handprints on the windows and walls of the building to create a spectacular mural of cherry blossom trees. The remarkably moving piece is a visual document of what some might see as flowers for the funeral of a building.
Tan says, “Hundreds of flowers were painted by the students pressing their hand prints to the wall during a chilly January. Wall, hand, flower, wall, hand, flower… It was [a] heartfelt expression of gratitude for the school where they spent their high school lives. Layer upon layer of flower petals created a row of cherry trees in full bloom, through which I could feel the warmth of spring despite the cold cracks on the wall of [the] school building. It was as if the now-disused building reflected the warmth of the people who were once there.”