reblog for noises
TURN THE SOUND ON FOR THE LOVE OF EVERYTHING GOOD TURN THE SOUND ON
*dry food crunches*
Ridiculously small kitten: “Myam myam myam. Njam njam njam njam njam njam njam! Myam myam myam nyam nyam myam. Mmmam. Mrrrrram. Meep!”
reblog cuz captions amazingly accurate
It’s worth saying: TURN ON THE SOUND. OMG. #KITTEN
This right here. That’s all.
Hey guys – in my ongoing quest to get into YouTube way too late, here’s a new video. How to Be a Girl! Enjoy! Subscribe to me! Do whatever you want, you’re your own person!
Happy Friday the 13th! Watch my video!
Seriously watch this.
Well this is important. And true.
I don’t know if you’ve turned on the news lately, but we have a very serious problem with the law right now. The problem isn’t the police themselves, it’s the fact that officers who kill unarmed citizens aren’t facing trials. They aren’t losing their jobs. It’s become blatantly clear that the NYPD is above the law and doesn’t need to follow it.
I’ve been to three different protests now (last Wednesday up here, Thursday downtown, and tonight at Barclays), and things are 100% peaceful. Things only go south when the cops (some of them, not all) start riling protesters up. Even the people who are stuck in traffic and can’t move because we are aren’t mad – they’re raising their hands too. They’re smiling. They’re honking their horns and telling us to go get it.
I love the above video. Probably because it’s set to The Hanging Tree from Mockingjay: Part 1 which I think is extremely relevant right now, but I don’t agree with their point, that we can get along without a justice system, or a police force. I think that’s extreme, and it sounds really silly. What we do need is an overhaul. Cops who are blatantly racist need to be fired, and those who kill unarmed citizens in broad daylight need to be brought to trial, and then probably fired as well.
All of this being said: I know not all cops are bad. Hardly. One of my very dearest girlfriends is married to a wonderful man who happens to be a cop.
I think part of the problem is the ego trip that sometimes accompanies being one of “New York’s Finest,” as well as deep seeded racism. You aren’t born racist, you are taught to be that way. So, like I said before, if there’s a racist cop in a certain precinct, shut it down. Just like you don’t let one bad apple spoil the bunch, don’t let one racist cop teach otherwise good and decent cops to be racist.
The Best Way To Spend a Rainy Saturday
That is by going to 9:15am yoga class, having your ass kicked, and then going to see Birdman, where the above speech by Emma Stone knocks the wind out of you, and then possibly movie-hopping into another theatre to see Mockingjay: Part 1 again.
Allison 1, Rain 0
‘C.O.G.’ Trailer (via top5funniest) (via peterwknox)
I’ve never read any of David Sedaris’ books (I know, I know, I should), but this looks interesting. I’ll have to read up on his life first. Although Jonathan Groff was great in Spring Awakening, I’ve never been a fan of his work onstage since (he’s just not a very good stage actor, IMHO), but he seems like he’s a better fit for onscreen. Also: Dennis O’Hare.
Catching Fire trailer… SO excited!
I just watched this clip for the first time in forever.
Rent means more to me than any show ever. This clip made me bawl. I remember watching this after-the-fact on VHS in the years following after I’d paid some who-knows-who for a copy of their VHS. I’m friends with one of the fellows on screen above and it’s mind-blowing, still. To this day.
The TONYs are this Sunday. I’m rooting for Matilda but I’m not sure how to describe what watching the above clips are like. Even though I didn’t watch them in real time, they’re still incredibly moving to me. Who knew that show would have a 12 year life on Broadway. Most shows don’t. I was at Rent’s 5th year anniversary performance, their 10th year anniversary performance, and their second-to-last and final performance.
Even though I don’t cry much, this show will always make me cry and will always have a special place in my heart.
Forever and always.