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As the quarter-century mark of me exciting my mom’s womb approaches (shoutout to Lisa Scholl!), I find myself wondering “What would all the algae/spirulina I’ve eaten so far look like? Have I eaten my birth weight in spirulina yet?”

#newgoal

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Messed up

(Source: aguayaba, via artistswithimpact)

groundsloth:

those are some fresh kicks, jerry

groundsloth:

those are some fresh kicks, jerry

(Source: seinfeldtv, via misterpsychosis)

cheredyles:

Look at this!!! LOOK AT THIS! Spread this shit like wildfire! Safe Trek!

This is great.

(via misterpsychosis)

Today, this is me.

Kicked in the head by a kid crowdsurfing last night at a Dillinger Escape Plan show.

My ears are still ringing and work is hard today.

ugh.

Awesome.

odditiesoflife:

Beautiful Colors Made from Toxic Sludge

Looking more like colorful marbles, this abstract art was created using paints made from the metallic run-off collected from polluted rivers in Ohio. It is the collaboration between environmental engineer Guy Riefler and artist John Sabraw, both of Ohio University in Athens, Ohio.

Riefler saw something beautiful in the sludge. “I was coming back from rivers with stained socks,” says Riefler. “Most pigments are iron-based anyway, and we thought that we could use this water to create paints.”

When water from abandoned coal mines flows into local rivers, it pollutes them with iron, as well as making the water acidic. Once exposed to air at the surface, the iron oxidizes to form a disgusting yet colorful toxic sludge that can kill aquatic life.

Riefler collects underground water before it hits the air which allows him to control how it oxidizes. This allows for the generation of multiple colors of sludge. When dried, they are ground down and made into oil paints. “Iron is remarkably flexible,” he says. “You can create a range of different colors: yellows, oranges, reds and blacks.” Amazingly creative — pollution to art.

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officialunitedstates:

Many of us know Olive Garden’s slogan When You’re Here, You’re Family.  Well, I recently put that to the test.
The tables were wooden and nice to sit at.  The chairs were also comfortable.  The view wasn’t anything special, but there was a pretty cool looking van in the Walmart parking lot that had flames on its sides. 
I was immediately offered wine, and after admitting I was underage, refused wine.  If you’re going to offer me wine, please don’t rescind your offer.  It’s common courtesy.
The napkins were probably the highlight.  They were cloth and worked really well at cleaning the windows.  One waiter told me I didn’t have to do that, but I insisted.  After all, I like a good, clear view of parking lots.  Who doesn’t.
Finally, it was time to order.  I went with the pizza.  The menu said I could pick four toppings, so I chose half portions of eight toppings.  There were only seven to choose from, though, so I made one up.  “…and blorgaspork.”
"Sorry?  What is blorgaspork?"
"That’s your job to know, now isn’t it."
After a reasonable wait, my food arrived.  It was a really good meal, not exactly overpriced, but not exactly underpriced either.  It was just priced.
My waiter soon arrived and asked me if I wanted dessert. 
"Steve," I said, "Have a seat."
He did.
"I have this business idea.  And while I’m here, and we’re family, I was hoping you could give me a loan."
Steve tried to laugh it off.  Like it was some kind of joke.  I was offended and he could tell.  “Steve, this isn’t a joke.”
Steve looked a bit nervous.  I grabbed his hands and pinned them to the table.  “Are we family or not, Steve.”
"Not in the literal sense…" said Steve.  I wasn’t going to let him reason his way out of this one. 
"Look, Steve.  I cleaned your windows.  Family does that for each other.  They clean each others’ windows.  Now, don’t you think I deserve that loan?  We’re family, Steve, we’re family."
Steve handed me 13 bucks.  “Thanks, Steve.”
★★★☆☆

When I read this I laughed. A bunch.

officialunitedstates:

Many of us know Olive Garden’s slogan When You’re Here, You’re Family.  Well, I recently put that to the test.

The tables were wooden and nice to sit at.  The chairs were also comfortable.  The view wasn’t anything special, but there was a pretty cool looking van in the Walmart parking lot that had flames on its sides. 

I was immediately offered wine, and after admitting I was underage, refused wine.  If you’re going to offer me wine, please don’t rescind your offer.  It’s common courtesy.

The napkins were probably the highlight.  They were cloth and worked really well at cleaning the windows.  One waiter told me I didn’t have to do that, but I insisted.  After all, I like a good, clear view of parking lots.  Who doesn’t.

Finally, it was time to order.  I went with the pizza.  The menu said I could pick four toppings, so I chose half portions of eight toppings.  There were only seven to choose from, though, so I made one up.  “…and blorgaspork.”

"Sorry?  What is blorgaspork?"

"That’s your job to know, now isn’t it."

After a reasonable wait, my food arrived.  It was a really good meal, not exactly overpriced, but not exactly underpriced either.  It was just priced.

My waiter soon arrived and asked me if I wanted dessert. 

"Steve," I said, "Have a seat."

He did.

"I have this business idea.  And while I’m here, and we’re family, I was hoping you could give me a loan."

Steve tried to laugh it off.  Like it was some kind of joke.  I was offended and he could tell.  “Steve, this isn’t a joke.”

Steve looked a bit nervous.  I grabbed his hands and pinned them to the table.  “Are we family or not, Steve.”

"Not in the literal sense…" said Steve.  I wasn’t going to let him reason his way out of this one. 

"Look, Steve.  I cleaned your windows.  Family does that for each other.  They clean each others’ windows.  Now, don’t you think I deserve that loan?  We’re family, Steve, we’re family."

Steve handed me 13 bucks.  “Thanks, Steve.”

★★★

When I read this I laughed. A bunch.

(via misterpsychosis)