"Normal marketing campaigns allow some people to slip through the gill nets of commerce. My pinpoint marketing sits on the customer’s chest and dangles loogies in his face until he buys."

Dr. Clayton Forrester inventing social media. (via fuckyeahmst3k)

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Spider-Man is a more realistic and believable character than Batman. And you know, you might look at that and say “That’s crazy, Spider-Man sticks to walls, he jumps 20 feet straight up, and he can lift cars… How can Spider-Man ever be a more realistic character than Batman?” My argument is this: With Spider-Man you’re making one suspension of disbelief. You have to buy the powers, and other than that, Spider-Man is a fully realised believable character.

Batman is a 12 year old kid, who watches his parents die, he’s also a millionaire super genius. What do you think would happen to a 12 year old billionaire who watched their parents die, as a human being? They would eventually become an alcoholic or a hedonist and they would try to drown their pain away. But as a 12 year old, Batman has the forethought to, not only not be adopted… the fortitude as a young child to train diligently for 10 years, to become an absolute expert in karate, ninjitsu, forensic science, chemistry… Spends 10 years dedicated to that task, then he comes home, is able to manufacture bat gadgets, a bat car, and build a high tech headquarters underneath his mansion without anybody noticing any of this.

And then he decides that the best way to fight crime is to dress up like a giant bat who wears his underwear outside of his tights. He spent 10 years so that he could dress up like a giant bat. This is not any kind of a believable character. … I love Batman, it’s just, ironically, even though he doesn’t have superpowers he is a less believable, realistic character than Spider-Man.

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Rich Evans (via uncdan85)

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stuck in traffic in downtown new orleans, I can’t help but wonder: how much O’Keefe is there in the business district? 

probably Miles. Miles O’Keefe.

stuck in traffic in downtown new orleans, I can’t help but wonder: how much O’Keefe is there in the business district?

probably Miles. Miles O’Keefe.

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betterknowariff:

Werewolf credits vs. real songs

I have an obsession with the medley at the end of Werewolf. It has come back with a vengeance since I watched “The Americans” and found out “Tusk" is a pretty cool song.

this is the most sublimely nerdy mstie video I’ve seen in a long, long time. so good.

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surisburnbook:

Always remember that Gisele pays someone to follow her around in case she wants to Instagram her spontaneous yoga.

so my membership to the creepy college gym expired, and while it’s pretty cheap as far as membership costs go (because creepy college), I can’t afford it for the time being. I’m tempted to take one of the bajillion yoga places in town up on their constant “30 days, 30 dollars” dealies while I assemble funds for another year on the creaky elliptical and/or laps in the pool - the last time I went I found a bandaid and two fake toenails - but, hm. what stops me in my tracks each time is the thought of Yoga People. because seriously, These Fucking People. I need to be around people who take pictures of themselves doing yoga like I need a hole in the head. obviously Gisele is rich, that’s part of it. but I have *peers* who do this shit too. I guess be loud and proud, but nope, not for me. and bikram yoga? twice as intriguing, twice as bad of Yoga People. i worked for years at a sushi bar down the street from a bikram place. ohhhh the bitchy, sweaty, hungry women I had to endure. raw-boned and in precious wrap shirt… things… and yapping about wild-caught fish. (side note: sometimes the chefs lie to you. did you know that? they do it to make you happy, because when you’re happy you shut the fuck up and eat.) what I’m saying is if you go to a yoga class and see someone dressed like a hobo, probably it’s me.

surisburnbook:

Always remember that Gisele pays someone to follow her around in case she wants to Instagram her spontaneous yoga.

so my membership to the creepy college gym expired, and while it’s pretty cheap as far as membership costs go (because creepy college), I can’t afford it for the time being. I’m tempted to take one of the bajillion yoga places in town up on their constant “30 days, 30 dollars” dealies while I assemble funds for another year on the creaky elliptical and/or laps in the pool - the last time I went I found a bandaid and two fake toenails - but, hm.

what stops me in my tracks each time is the thought of Yoga People. because seriously, These Fucking People. I need to be around people who take pictures of themselves doing yoga like I need a hole in the head. obviously Gisele is rich, that’s part of it. but I have *peers* who do this shit too. I guess be loud and proud, but nope, not for me.

and bikram yoga? twice as intriguing, twice as bad of Yoga People. i worked for years at a sushi bar down the street from a bikram place. ohhhh the bitchy, sweaty, hungry women I had to endure. raw-boned and in precious wrap shirt… things… and yapping about wild-caught fish.

(side note: sometimes the chefs lie to you. did you know that? they do it to make you happy, because when you’re happy you shut the fuck up and eat.)

what I’m saying is if you go to a yoga class and see someone dressed like a hobo, probably it’s me.

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Person: huh, an old tape recorder. wonder if it works?

Person: I’ll try it out. 

[finds tape, inserts, presses Play, hears nothing.]

Person: oh. it doesn’t work. 

[throws away]

[had the Pause button pressed the whole time]

'Mystery Science Theater 3000' Stars Reunite in Paul Feig's Comedy 'Other Space'



TRACE BEAULIEU IS PLAYING A ROBOT NAMED “ART”

ALONGSIDE JOEL

THIS IS NOT A DRILL