Getting prepped for a long day of nothin much.

It’s a Trenta day.

Hand for scale.

(Reblogged from tompeyer)

leilacohanmiccio:

Anthony and his doppelgänger.

I should find a way to score free drinks out of this.

(Reblogged from leilacohanmiccio)

superunknovvn:

My Bloody Valentine, 1991

I wonder how different music history would be if they were named The Floppy Bangs with their ‘91 album Stompin’ That Box With The Floppy Bangs.

(Reblogged from frankhejl)

Reblogging in honor of my wife’s birthday, as its basically how she reacts to my tantrums.

She’s the best and I’m a lucky dude.

(Source: youvegotaluckyface)

(Reblogged from llcooljasonalexander)

tompeyer:

Picnic: cancelled!

(Reblogged from tompeyer)
Edit: Oh hey, didn’t realize you can’t just image post a gif.

My problem is that I have not rewatched Dreamcatcher in over a year.
In case you don’t know, it’s about four bros (Thomas Jane, Timothy Olyphant, Jason Lee and Damien Lewis as “Jonesy”) who got psychic powers when they helped a magical special-needs kid many years ago. They go to a cabin once a year to chill, but this year they’re attacked by monsters that come out of your butt.
Morgan Freeman plays a pair of secret government eyebrows that are hunting the butt monsters. A barely recognizable and barely intelligible Donnie Wahlberg plays the foursome’s childhood friend, who may hold the key to stopping said butt monsters before they take over everyone’s butt.
It’s based on a Stephen King story, and it’s one of the rare King adaptations that doesn’t gloss over that silly-as-fuck King vibe. Whether it’s because director Lawrence Kasdan and writer William Goldman liked the vibe or had no fucks left to give is unclear. Though prolific veterans of their craft, neither respectively directed or wrote a finished film again for about a decade. The industry was just straight shook.
If you ever hear about a TV reboot of this potential franchise you will know that I have become a big fucking deal.

Edit: Oh hey, didn’t realize you can’t just image post a gif.

My problem is that I have not rewatched Dreamcatcher in over a year.

In case you don’t know, it’s about four bros (Thomas Jane, Timothy Olyphant, Jason Lee and Damien Lewis as “Jonesy”) who got psychic powers when they helped a magical special-needs kid many years ago. They go to a cabin once a year to chill, but this year they’re attacked by monsters that come out of your butt.

Morgan Freeman plays a pair of secret government eyebrows that are hunting the butt monsters. A barely recognizable and barely intelligible Donnie Wahlberg plays the foursome’s childhood friend, who may hold the key to stopping said butt monsters before they take over everyone’s butt.

It’s based on a Stephen King story, and it’s one of the rare King adaptations that doesn’t gloss over that silly-as-fuck King vibe. Whether it’s because director Lawrence Kasdan and writer William Goldman liked the vibe or had no fucks left to give is unclear. Though prolific veterans of their craft, neither respectively directed or wrote a finished film again for about a decade. The industry was just straight shook.

If you ever hear about a TV reboot of this potential franchise you will know that I have become a big fucking deal.

hallekiefer:

folkinz:

This title is a real sexy double entendre.

Selected over Alan’s initially suggestions of Strangely Thicke, Perturbingly Thicke, Bizarrely Thicke, Clinically Thicke, Terminally Thicke and Big Fat Weird Wiener Party

This spring, get addicted…

…to what the Thicke did.

(Reblogged from hallekiefer)

uncannybrettwhite:

in 1990, the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles appeared on “The Oprah Winfrey Show” to promote their Pizza Hut album, “Coming Out of Their Shells.” My mom recorded it on a VHS tape for me, and labeled it “TURTLES ON OPRAH.” That VHS tape sat in my entertainment center for over a decade, before getting popped into a VCR one evening in high school when me and my friends were bored. 

Everything changed.

This is 43 minutes of nostalgic ’90s insanity. Oprah Winfrey, trying her hardest to wrangle an audience of 9 year olds that JUST want to see the Turtles fight — even though the Turtles keep telling them that they are done with violence. There are dance numbers, awkward questions, and a grown woman wearing a Turtles costume just sitting in the audience, unexplained.

As far as I know, no other copy of this exists. I have never found it online, and all I’ve seen on YouTube is a video of the final ten minutes, with a warped aspect ratio. I digitized this around 2003 to put on VCD’s for my friends. I just discovered the file. I just uploaded it to YouTube.

Everything has changed again.

Totally saw this when it aired.

Still remember the hook of “Walk Straight”.

(Reblogged from khealywu)