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multicolors: benskid: Know where you stand. Wow

Mon, 06 May 2013 13:48:30 -0400

benskid:

Know where you stand.

Wow

familiaralien: hungrylikethewolfie: thaddeusgrey: yoccu: ifig...

Mon, 22 Apr 2013 01:27:41 -0400

hungrylikethewolfie:

thaddeusgrey:

yoccu:

ifightformyfriends:

sith-ari:

Leopard Seal tries to teach National Geographic photographer how to hunt.

Oh my god this is so adorable

“I think she thought the camera was my mouth, which is every photographer’s dream”

WARNING: includes a photo of a sort of mangled penguin so if you do not like looking at sort of mangled penguin be advised uwu

this is the best thing

I was literally just telling my sister about this.

The seal is like “Da fuck asshole, just eat the freakin’ bird!”

jakefogelnest: I love you, Boston.

Mon, 15 Apr 2013 17:17:12 -0400

jakefogelnest:

I love you, Boston.

stasownspeaches: “It was a difficult picture because we’d...

Sat, 06 Apr 2013 00:25:37 -0400

stasownspeaches:

“It was a difficult picture because we’d never done any animal with anatomy and Walt wanted the deer to be very believable.” - Ollie Johnston, Animator

“Walt’s idea was to get all of his artists to draw in the way of the old masters and then put them to animation. They started bringing in real animals and having them on the sound stages and it became a zoo in itself.” - Mel Shaw, Animator

As a kid I always wanted to work there
just to work with the animals like this ahha

heffydoodle: epcotexplorer: Happy 100th Birthday to Marc...

Sun, 31 Mar 2013 14:04:29 -0400

heffydoodle:

epcotexplorer:

Happy 100th Birthday to Marc Davis!

Today would have been Marc Davis’ 100th birthday.

Marc Davis was one of the original Imagineers for WED Enterprises and is well known for the iconic characters, gags, and scenery he inspired during Disneyland’s and Walt Disney World’s formative years.

Marc Davis is the man behind most of the memorable tableaux from Pirates of the Caribbean, The Haunted Mansion, the environment of the Jungle Cruise, and the narrative and basic show of the Country Bear Jamboree. Marc Davis’ art humanized what ever subject he tackled. His characters were relatable, and often humorous on the most basic level. Marc Davis’ work winds a common thread through the Magic Kingdoms, bringing the expected humor, charm, and wit into the experiences and localities we encounter.

Many thanks to Marc Davis.. Disney owes him a lot. Happy Birthday, Marc!

:)

Glen Keane + Walt Disney Animation Studios

Fri, 15 Feb 2013 23:30:15 -0500

Glen Keane + Walt Disney Animation Studios

It was nice yesterday, even the birds agreed.

Thu, 07 Feb 2013 02:08:57 -0500

It was nice yesterday, even the birds agreed.

Photo

Tue, 05 Feb 2013 12:21:50 -0500

bryarly: The Nature of Ambition - Grant Snider

Mon, 04 Feb 2013 22:46:01 -0500

bryarly:

The Nature of Ambition - Grant Snider

uncledynamite: A tip of the cap to @SpikeLee for introducing...

Mon, 04 Feb 2013 02:56:51 -0500

uncledynamite:

A tip of the cap to @SpikeLee for introducing this song from “Dil Se” to Western audiences in his “Inside Man.” There’s a kind of universality to it and yet it still has a pervasive otherness that bewitches.

uncledynamite: I don’t know Daniel Day-Lewis, but I tell myself...

Sat, 19 Jan 2013 01:33:43 -0500

uncledynamite:

I don’t know Daniel Day-Lewis, but I tell myself I do. I’ve heard all the stories you have. The method actor who stays in character when the cameras are off, who insists upon being called by the character’s name, the man who was plucked away from a cobbler’s bench in Florence when Marty Scorcese came calling about “Gangs of New York.” How much of this is true I cannot say.

His performances are riveting. The characters he plays can be very intimidating and intense. At the Golden Globes he maintained a mostly unmoving but regal face until he finally laughed out loud at something directed toward him from the stage. That’s the Daniel Day-Lewis I would wager is real.

In interviews he’s very solicitous, very thoughtful. That augurs well, I tell myself.

But something else I learned about him raised him up to the highest possible level of esteem. While filming “The Crucible,” Day-Lewis met Rebecca Miller, daughter of playwright Arthur Miller. They soon after married. Here’s where I take an interest in the story. Miller and his third wife had a son, also named Daniel, who has Down syndrome. At a week old, the baby was institutionalised. While the child’s mother visited him weekly, Miller would have nothing to do with him. This was common at the time, as hard as it is to believe now. People thought such occurrences reflected poorly upon them. Poor genetics, a judgement from God, you name it. No, I’m serious. Can you believe the garbage people lived with back then?

There is no mention of Daniel Miller in Arthur Miller’s memoirs.

Day-Lewis, after learning of his missing brother-in-law, visited him with Rebecca and forged a relationship which is said to continue. He pushed for a father/son meeting, which wasn’t all the fireworks one could wish for, and, six weeks before Miller’s death, convinced him to relent and name his son in his will.

I therefore like this Daniel Day-Lewis and would gladly shake his hand with both of mine and, what is more, pay for his coffee, and am not at all intimidated by him. He’s all right by me.

uncledynamite: The only line from a movie that has the power to...

Sun, 23 Dec 2012 22:36:06 -0500

uncledynamite:

The only line from a movie that has the power to make me gasp with emotion every single time is this one: “Ladies and gentlemen: a toast. To my big brother George. The richest man in town.”

uncledynamite: My feelings regarding people with intellectual...

Fri, 07 Dec 2012 13:13:19 -0500

uncledynamite:

My feelings regarding people with intellectual differences are a matter of record (check this Tumblr’s archive, if interested) and I offer this video as something to chew on. You may ask yourself some questions after seeing it (or you may not) but the ones I keep asking myself are:

What if life had given me that man’s lot?

What does it say about us that we’d freely & lovingly hug a completely unknown stranger in a costume before we’d consider doing same for that same person when he’s unmasked?

Doesn’t everybody matter? If I was that man, would I matter less to you?

and:

Why do I want to cry?

:-)

uncledynamite: My dear nephews & nieces, I carefully...

Fri, 02 Nov 2012 01:23:40 -0400

uncledynamite:

My dear nephews & nieces,

I carefully remove a shoe and tug off a sock, then fold it and lay it carefully upon the shoe. Then I jump down from the platform and dangle my foot over the Third Rail. Here goes.

Quick question before I get started: Do you know any people who are hypersexualized? The ones that interpret something sex-related from every innocent thing and creep everyone out? They see something innocent as provocative and leer and comment as though everyone will get right down to rutting if he or she goes on. Or they dress far too sexily, like they believe they’re only worthwhile if viewed as a piece of meat. It’s sad, really. How did they get this way? If you’re a pretty lady (unfortunately a magnet for such types) I’ll bet you know quite a few and I’ll bet you also vacillate between wanting to push their heads into juicers or swing a canoe paddle in a long, perfect arc into their horrid faces. Gradually everything’s become over-sexualized these days, from advertising (the practitioners of which learned long ago that it hits the reptilian centers of the brain and provokes an instantaneous WANT! response) to television to movies to novels to song lyrics to everything. How many of us have been sitting, of a Sunday afternoon, watching a perfectly straightforward sporting event, when the ad for “CSI: Schenectady” comes on and we’re thrust into a highly stylized crime scene. The victim: a stunning blonde in a carefully contrived state of undress and an orgasmic expression. The blood is neon. Everything’s wet and bright and sticky looking. The two model-pretty cops speak casually. “Raped,” one says. “In the eye.” The parents jump across the couch to cover their little ones’ eyes and ears, but too late. We now return you to second half action between the Dallas Cowboys and the Green Bay Packers. “Mommy, what does ‘rape’ mean?”

And while we’re at it, just how does one go about Supermanning a ho? It must be a convoluted process.

Anyway, it’s everywhere and humans in cultures where it flourishes are rewarded with children reaching puberty earlier and earlier. We show our kids movies we never even dreamed of seeing at eighteen and these kids are changed somehow. The eight o’clock sitcom language is where the ten o’clock sitcom used to be. Where’s my goddamn childhood? these children may well ask. Uhhhhh…I didn’t feel like watching *your* movie, kid. Sorry.

Well, it’s gotten that way with politics, too. I remember hearing the novelist Tom McGuane (try his “92 in the Shade” or “Panama” some time) say that all literary criticism, above a certain level, is political. I thought it a strange thing to say at the time but have since come to firmly believe it, and what’s more, to see that just about everything everywhere has become this way.

Just as we sat idly by and let the culture become about tits and more-than-innuendo, we’ve also let this politicization, if that’s a word, inform everything we do. It’s all-pervading.

I saw an article in the paper this week about matchmaking. Something like 75% of singles have informed the matchmaking websites or businesses that they will not consider, under any circumstances, a prospective partner from a different political party. It’s a bigger factor, say the matchmakers, than physical unattractiveness. Think about that. And think about our grandparents’ generation, who often mixed it up as couples in their voting and party affiliations. They didn’t worry about it. They didn’t have to.

Nowadays…I don’t know. Because of the heightened politicization of people, inviting someone with a differing viewpoint into your life would be tantamount to institutionalizing irritation in the home. People snipe and bring up their political beliefs quite often now, so it’s bad enough if the person shares your views. But what if they hold views completely contrary to your own and are constantly banging a wooden spoon against a pot about it? Love becomes a battleground. (Benatar, Patricia Mae)

And it’s even worse on the internet, Twitter particularly. There’s no event, great or small, that people won’t view through political lenses. Awards shows. Sporting events. The proselytising is endless. The attempts to score off political figures you disagree with is 24/7. When readers push back, elegantly or no, there’s often a snarl: This is who I am. If you don’t like it, screw.

I don’t unfollow people for their politics because I understand that this really is who people are now. I don’t think they realize that because of this politicization, they’ve become greatly diminished. Boring, hectoring, supercilious, condescending, self-important and taken up with politics for much of the day. And YES, caring. Caring, caring, caring. We all care. I care. You care. Everybody cares. You don’t care that I care and I don’t care that you care. What’s important, everyone thinks, is that I myself care. You? You’re another story. (i.e. not as important as *my* story). My caring, like all my egotistical pursuits, takes precedence over everything else.

The politicized person turns to his tried and true news sources which are tailored to the beliefs of people just like him. He is not shown people explaining things outside his politico-theological comfort zone except for the purpose of ridiculing. It’s important that all such persons be emasculated. He is told that he is seeing everything and also to mistrust other sources and their adherents. His world-view naturally narrows. He can then be easily controlled.

Yes! you just thought, reading that. That describes the other guy to a tee!

Uh huh. The other guy.

This past week a hurricane gave a rather hard kicking to the northeast United States and it would seem that over half the tweets about it had a political bent, whether about a candidate or climate change or voting or campaigning. I realize we’re mere days away from a presidential election, but even so.

It was weather event. No man, woman, party or idea was strong enough or important enough to create it or stop it or even cause it to veer a hundred yards in another direction. Assigning credit or blame where it isn’t due is ridiculous. Yet no one said so. What humans are indisputably much better at than weather manipulation is killing other humans. The 20th century, a very political century I think you’ll admit, was one where humans did away with each other in record numbers, all for political reasons. About nine figures worth of other humans. It helped that they didn’t think of them as humans, of course. That’s Step Two, where evil lays its bear trap. Step One is being jealous of / angry with others.

It’s important, in politicization, to never see the other’s point of view as even sometimes workable. Politics is a zero-sum game, unlike most of reality. “The other person’s view can only be stupid and evil. It’s motivated by money, by a desire to enslave people, or simply by wrong thinking made manifest. The candidate from the other party is not even human, could never be human, and therefore we are allowed to say the vilest things about him and do the internet equivalent of repeatedly poking him in the eye with a sharp stick. My own candidate, on the other hand, was hand-forged on Mount Olympus from 24 carat humanness. His motives are of the purest, his intellect beyond measure, his kindness and loving personality something for us all to aspire to. His back-story is as good as any covered-wagon tale. He only wants to help people. The other fellow - and I use the word fellow in the abstract, for he is not human, after all - does/wants/thinks/is none of these noble things. He makes me angry enough to kill.”

You say and think this and your polar opposite says and thinks this and - speaking only for myself - it’s awful to be around. It’s clumsy, predictable, nasty and uncivil.

You’re voting for this guy? Yes, we know. You told us. When? Just now, and earlier, and then before that, and several times a day for the past two years. And those issues you feel so strongly about? Same thing. And how to vote? We know how to vote. And how you feel about the opposition and their candidate? Yes. Got it. I think you see where this is going.

When did sane, creative, happy, fun people willingly become this way? Telling people who you’re going to vote for in a time of the much-dreamt-of-by-our-ancestors secret ballot, telling people who to vote for, mocking people with intellectually different, but serious views. Treating people we’ve never met with bottomless contempt. This not where we should be by now. Are we doomed to play this out over and over again, with sadness building on every side?

It looks like it’s only going to get worse. Friends bust up in election years. People get crazed. It’s all or nothing, this terrible zero-sum game. Everything gets narrowed down to simplicities. “I want to help people with this plan and you disagree, therefore you want to hurt them.” It’s as simple as that, or so we tell ourselves.

You momentarily mourn these exploded friendships . Your remaining friends, who through this intensive culling process are now exactly like you, counsel that it must not have been a very good friendship. Deep down, you think it may very well have been. You push these feelings away. Progress, you tell yourself. The Cause, above all.

Get out of these hives. Some years your candidate wins. Some years the other guy’s candidate wins. Nobody’s getting thrown into concentration camps. We seem, after these few hundred years of strife, to have a consistently rising standard of living.

But if feelings keep getting hotter and harder, election cycle after election cycle, political gulags will eventually happen. Then everyone, whether jailer, policeman, prisoner or spy will be a victim of an excruciating existence.

So cool off. Yes, have your views. Have all of them. But get out of your hives and look around. We’re all human and we all have good intentions. That guy over there, the one you want to smash in the face because he challenged your assumptions? He’s a human. Yes, a human. Look at his hands and his ears. There’s no mistaking it. Ask him how he does. How’s his kid doing at school?

And this atmosphere we’re all sharing? It needs less and less politics because it has become more and more inhospitable. Be a good deal more excellent to each other.

Your affectionate uncle,

Dynamite

Enlightening post.

animatedvisions: Tonight during Castle I doodled these. This...

Tue, 25 Sep 2012 23:34:56 -0400

animatedvisions:

Tonight during Castle I doodled these. This is my version of the Oriole Bird, Mascot of the Baltimore Orioles. The O’s are on FIRE this season and so to celebrate, I got the itch to show them how awesome they are. I may color some of these or make it a proper model sheet. The ones on the bottom are spelling O-R-I-O-L-E-S!

ENJOY!

Nice sequence of the bird spelling out O-R-I-O-L-E-S! 8-)