Tennis anyone?
mihlayn:

New Zealand’s finest.

mihlayn:

New Zealand’s finest.

I bought 30 oz of hummus today.

I bought hummus and tortilla chips. I decided to be careful with how much hummus I put on each chip, to prevent having more chips than hummus when I finished. I now have 15 oz of hummus and a near-empty bag of chips.

ddarkahn:

never forget

banimals:

icetigris:

onlylolgifs:

Computer simulations that teach themselves to walk.

Please cite the papers this is from, this is no better than posting stolen, unsourced art. This is someone’s results from their research: their PhD dissertation, ACM TOG, and SIGGRAPH/Eurographics.

DON’T JUST REPOST IT WITHOUT CITING THE PAPERS.

Mood: generation 80 emu.

time-sponges:

You sit at the restaurant with your young son, he says he is hungry.  You agree to get him dinner. You open up to the kids menu, your child is far to young for adult food. Chicken nugger stares at you from the page. You don’t understand. Your palms get sweaty and your son complains. He says he is hungry.  Your mind strains, searching for an answer in a world of sweer potato and french fried. You try to order the chicken nugger, but you cannot. The words cannot escape your lips. Your son is hungry, he complains. The waitress stares at you, her head a spinning chicken nugger, her arms swinging french fried. Your son cries the tears of a chicken nugger-less child. In your mind you scream. It is raining sweer potato now, you have french fried engraved on your left temple and you do not understand. Your son weeps in the corner, he is starving. Starving for the chicken nugger.

time-sponges:

You sit at the restaurant with your young son, he says he is hungry.  You agree to get him dinner. You open up to the kids menu, your child is far to young for adult food. Chicken nugger stares at you from the page. You don’t understand. Your palms get sweaty and your son complains. He says he is hungry.  Your mind strains, searching for an answer in a world of sweer potato and french fried. You try to order the chicken nugger, but you cannot. The words cannot escape your lips. Your son is hungry, he complains. The waitress stares at you, her head a spinning chicken nugger, her arms swinging french fried. Your son cries the tears of a chicken nugger-less child. In your mind you scream. It is raining sweer potato now, you have french fried engraved on your left temple and you do not understand. Your son weeps in the corner, he is starving. Starving for the chicken nugger.

itseasytoremember:

nihtendo:

i want a video of all the tries it took to make this

i want a video of the second right after this shot was taken

itseasytoremember:

nihtendo:

i want a video of all the tries it took to make this

i want a video of the second right after this shot was taken