Amazing Face-Paintings Transform Models Into The 2D Works Of Famous Artists
by Valeriya Kutsan
If this isn’t the tightest shit you’ve seen then get the hell out of my face.
Jessica Williams proposes applying New York’s Stop and Frisk policy to Wall Street bankers.
This all day.
A dirty thunderstorm (also, Volcanic lightning) is a weather phenomenon that occurs when lightning is produced in a volcanic plume. A study in the journal Science indicated that electrical charges are generated when rock fragments, ash, and ice particles in a volcanic plume collide and produce static charges, just as ice particles collide in regular thunderstorms.
‘Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse
Children laid in their beds knowing St. Nick was near
They were bundles of joy filled with Christmas cheer
The internet was quiet, hardly a soul searched for porn
They went to sleep early, awaiting Christmas morn
Like a large, bearded burrito, I laid wrapped in my bed
While visions of corgis danced in my head
But then on my roof, I heard a strange sound
Like a bunch of hoof-steps and then a great pound
I rose from my sleep and put on some pants
I missed one of the leg-holes and did an awkward dance
I heard a loud rustling and thought it was looters
With my bat’leth in hand I patrolled for intruders
I saw a dark figure who held a large sack
I sneaked in behind and planned my attack
I swung and I punched with all of my might
But this dastardly fiend hardly put up a fight
I jabbed with my blade, he was pinned to the wall
Then I realized he was no intruder at all
This startling discovery gave me great pause
For I had just pummeled dear old Santa Claus
I surveyed his wounds, he was out like a light
There was no way he could finish his job on this night
I couldn’t ruin Christmas for all the girls and boys
This was my fault, so I would deliver their toys.
I got to the roof and saw Santa’s sleigh
The reindeer were waiting to get underway
I hopped aboard and then grabbed the reins
I suddenly realized I had forgotten their names
Now Steve! Now Dave! Now Lenny and John!
On Pete! On Phil! On Darryl and Ron!
The sleigh did not move, and they gave me a scoff
I googled their names, I was WAY off
Now Prancer and Vixen!
On Donner and Blitzen!
The eight magic reindeer took off in a rush
I hurried them on as I shouted, “Mush! Mush!”
We flew ‘cross the moon and jingled our bells
We flew past the ocean and its midnight swells
I slipped down chimneys and delivered the toys
I ate all the cookies left by good girls and boys
Christmas was saved, and I let out a sigh
If the children had known, they surely would cry
So yes, I beat up Santa, but he is doing just fine
He’ll be back to normal in the nick of time
The elves picked him up and treated his wounds
He’s doing very well and will recover quite soon
I said a jolly, “Ho ho ho!” when I heard he was alright
And I shouted from on high…
“Merry Christmas to all, and to all a goodnight!”
We love NPR - this is so amazing!!!
Photographer David Breashears of GlacierWorks was on All Things Considered Monday to talk about a new way of photographing the Himalayan region: By stitching together 400-plus images into one giant, zoomable, interactive image — or a “gigapan” containing more than a billion pixels.
He and his team just sent us something even cooler that they’re currently working on: a Mount Everest you can explore, containing an estimated 3.8 billion pixels!
Photo Credit: David Breashears of GlacierWorks
Yesterday my mom posted a picture on Facebook of my 5 year old brother Sam wearing a pair of shoes he picked out for his first day of preschool.
She explained to him in the store that they were really made for girls. Sam then told her that he didn’t care and that “ninjas can wear pink shoes too.”
Sam went to preschool and got several compliments on his new shoes. Not one kid said anything negative toward him about it.
However, my mom received about 20 comments on the photo from various family members saying how “wrong” it is and how “things like this will affect him socially” and, put most eloquently by my great aunt, “that shit will turn him gay.”
My mom then deleted the photo and told Sam that he can wear whatever he wants to preschool, that it’s his decision. If he wants to wear pink shoes, he can wear pink shoes.
Sam then explained to her that he didn’t like them because they were pink, he liked them because they were “made out of zebras” and zebras are his favorite animal :)
What does it say about society when a group of adults could stand to take a lesson in humanity from a class of preschoolers?Words cannot express how happy this makes me.
See, I just don’t think those shoes go with that outfit, but whatever.