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This tumblr is just a result of the fact I'm a hoarder of pretty and funny things I find on the internet. In terms of entertainment it is usually Castle, BBC's Sherlock, Game of Thrones, Mad Men, and movies.
And, if you're lucky, there may be original thoughts or photographs.
i12bent:

“My mother said to  me, “If you are a soldier, you will become a general. If you are a monk,  you will become the Pope.” Instead, I was a painter, and became  Picasso.”
Photo: Arnold Newman, 1954

i12bent:

“My mother said to me, “If you are a soldier, you will become a general. If you are a monk, you will become the Pope.” Instead, I was a painter, and became Picasso.”

Photo: Arnold Newman, 1954

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dcoe:

“We may be harmless sociopaths but we sing arm in arm as a chorus marching toward a brighter future. The end may be coming but it’s going to be a party and there will be snacks”. 
Andrew Bird (image via LESLIEMILES)

lyrics from “Oh No”

dcoe:

“We may be harmless sociopaths but we sing arm in arm as a chorus marching toward a brighter future. The end may be coming but it’s going to be a party and there will be snacks”. 

Andrew Bird (image via LESLIEMILES)

lyrics from “Oh No”

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John Wyndham’s The Day of the Triffids…I finished it.  And this was one of the better images on google image of the book.  There are also horrendous film adaptations, including one for the BBC two years ago with Eddie Izzard.
But now on to what I thought:  The Day of the Triffids lacked a definite structure.  That could be good or bad.  I liked that it was a journey.  I felt like I, too, woke up in a hospital able to see while the world couldn’t.  I found Josella and joined Beadley’s group.  I too was weirded out by the multiple wives thing.  I woke up to a fire and was chained to some blind men.  I traveled with Coker.  I found Josella again.  I fought triffids.  I became a farmer and narrate my struggle and the struggle of my children to you in novel form.  I became Bill Masen in a sense.  I realized this when I suddenly noticed that I didn’t know Bill’s name.  Everyone, I had just came to accept, was talking to me…not Bill.  Another way it felt like a journey was because there were a bunch of little trials and a few larger ones.  But they never felt like a tense moment that my heart was about to stop.  Also there characters were introduced but never fully, except Bill.  Just like how life would be.  You can never know people fully and sometimes you don’t notice them until late.  But they came off as observations…when I just wanted to know them.
And then my real frustration was with the triffids.  Really?  They were secondary.  Which when triffid is in the title you expect a struggle with triffids.  Nope. A struggle with humanity and preservation. I wanted monsters, dangit.
Over all it was a good sci-fi read and it worked perfectly for my busy month.  
Now I’m on to A Streetcar Named Desire and The Death of a Salesman.  Plays this month, so I’ll read through ‘em quick. Plus spring break starts in a few hours for me.  So I will have some time to dedicate to reading.

John Wyndham’s The Day of the Triffids…I finished it.  And this was one of the better images on google image of the book.  There are also horrendous film adaptations, including one for the BBC two years ago with Eddie Izzard.

But now on to what I thought:  The Day of the Triffids lacked a definite structure.  That could be good or bad.  I liked that it was a journey.  I felt like I, too, woke up in a hospital able to see while the world couldn’t.  I found Josella and joined Beadley’s group.  I too was weirded out by the multiple wives thing.  I woke up to a fire and was chained to some blind men.  I traveled with Coker.  I found Josella again.  I fought triffids.  I became a farmer and narrate my struggle and the struggle of my children to you in novel form.  I became Bill Masen in a sense.  I realized this when I suddenly noticed that I didn’t know Bill’s name.  Everyone, I had just came to accept, was talking to me…not Bill.  Another way it felt like a journey was because there were a bunch of little trials and a few larger ones.  But they never felt like a tense moment that my heart was about to stop.  Also there characters were introduced but never fully, except Bill.  Just like how life would be.  You can never know people fully and sometimes you don’t notice them until late.  But they came off as observations…when I just wanted to know them.

And then my real frustration was with the triffids.  Really?  They were secondary.  Which when triffid is in the title you expect a struggle with triffids.  Nope. A struggle with humanity and preservation. I wanted monsters, dangit.

Over all it was a good sci-fi read and it worked perfectly for my busy month.  

Now I’m on to A Streetcar Named Desire and The Death of a Salesman.  Plays this month, so I’ll read through ‘em quick. Plus spring break starts in a few hours for me.  So I will have some time to dedicate to reading.

Tangled (Nathan Greno and Byron Howard, 2010)
Just saw this movie…it was SO adorable.  A very classic feeling disney movie (even though it was computer animated). The chameleon was by far my favorite.

Tangled (Nathan Greno and Byron Howard, 2010)

Just saw this movie…it was SO adorable.  A very classic feeling disney movie (even though it was computer animated). The chameleon was by far my favorite.

No. But I’m pretty sure that by the end of my college career that I could say I spent over half of my time in the last 4 years interacting with them. 

No. But I’m pretty sure that by the end of my college career that I could say I spent over half of my time in the last 4 years interacting with them. 

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