From the front of the house to the back of the house and everywhere in between.
One Drawing for Every Page of Moby Dick is a thing. I mean a blog. A beautiful blog.
Matt Kish is illustrating every page of my favourite novel, Moby Dick, and posting each to his site. Every. Page. He’s up to page 301 now.
This illustration is for a few lines of page 297:
“In life, the visible surface of the Sperm Whale is not the least among the many marvels he presents. Almost invariably it is all over obliquely crossed and re-crossed with numberless straight marks in thick array, something like those in the finest Italian line engravings.”
Wow.
This is so amazing. Moby Dick is one of my favorite books.
WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED?!
WUT
reblogging specifically for smutandeggs.
Okay, so that is awesome - especially since some douchenozzle cut halfway through my lock last night. So glad they didn’t get my bike!
My co workers, both the finance doods, just freaked the fuck out because there will be a Chipotle built on the next block.
Of note, these two doods freak out about NOTHING. Sometimes they giggle about donor calls or my crazed swearing fits, but other than that, they just work their asses off.
…
They just opened one near my office a couple of weeks ago. Two days before their grand opening they brought over coupons for free Chipotle the next day (for practice for their staff) and my coworkers FREAKED OUT! You would have thought those coupons were for iphones or something. They actually fought over them. Ridiculous.
The folks at Unplugged Design have come up with heavy-duty cardboard packaging for medicine and food that can be disassembled and then woven into these super-cool footballs.
I’m completely OK with this - right up to the point where the Haitian or Somali national team beats us in the first round of the the 2022 World Cup.
This is so cool!
You’re been reading too much Dr. Seuss.
Flugelhorns are most definitely real, Miss Thing.
My best friend played one in high school. They sound awesome. They’re like trumpets, but awesomer.
I also played the flugelhorn in high school. I always told people it was like a pregnant trumpet.
So here’s the deal. I have to go. For the first time in my life I have a tooth wayyyyyy in the back that is killing me. I generally have had good luck with my teeth. I’ve never had to have an extraction, get regular dental cleanings and check-ups, brush, floss, don’t generally eat sugar or drink…
I’m so sorry. Tooth pain is the worst!
A as in aesthetic
B as in the insect
C as in cerulean
D as in django
E as in “eh?”
F as in phone. No, I mean, F as in, fu… fist.
G as in gnome
H as in heir
I as in in
J as in jalapeno
K as in knead
L as in lead
M as in mead
N as in need
O as in onomatopoeia
P as in pneumonic
Q as in queue
R as in rasin
S as in sssssssssssss
T as in tsunami
U as in ubiquitous
V as in vase
W as in wrangle
X as xerox
Y as in you
Z as in I don’t know, the last letter of the alphabet.
I volunteer with an adult literacy program, and the little devil on my shoulder wants me to try to teach my student this at our next lesson.
My new (to me) bike… She needs a little work, but she was cheap and is in decent enough shape. Wish me luck learning how to use friction shifters!
NEED.
ohmigod! The boyfriend NEEDS this! He always forgets to charge his camera battery!
This is so cool!
Every morning, artists are emailed their assignment — a photograph. After printing it out at around 3 x 5 inches, they work on tracing the photograph with ink dots on a fresh sheet of vellum or white paper. Once they’re done, artists scan and email back the finished product.
Does anyone have one of these? What do you think? I’m tempted…mainly because they look so pretty!
I’m a sucker for pretty colors. What can I say?
I think I would actually like to have one of these…you know, just to freak out my mom.
I would totally do this if I were…well…more motivated than I clearly am. Because I find it to be hilarious.
Especially the bathtub picture. (Oh, you know you were just gonna scroll by before I mentioned that. Admit it!)
A bird just shit on me. That’s supposed to be lucky, right?
Clearly, you’re a bad mother if you don’t buy a Thermos for your baby!
