My forever feel.
this show is for little kids but it is the funniest shit I have ever seen
My 3-year-old is obsessed with Pingu. I love how everyone speaks gibberish, but the French penguin gibbers Frenchily and the German penguin gibbers Germanically.
Oh, god, we love Pingu so much. Maura’s eleven now, and we still watch the occasional episode. It’s in the running with Charlie and Lola for the cutest children’s show in the world.
Aziz Ansari, once again speaking for an entire generation.
If you want or need to go somewhere, whether somewhere you’re eagerly looking forward to going, or somewhere routine, or to the dentist for a root canal which you may be much averse to but have nevertheless decided will leave you better off in the long run, and you get in your car, turn the key in the ignition repeatedly, yet the engine sputters but does not engage, this is not an indication that you don’t really want to go anywhere. It’s an indication that something is wrong with the equipment you need to transport you there.
I am fully capable of sitting for hours, thinking periodically, “I need to pee,” then, “I really need to pee,” and eventually, “Damn, I need to pee,” before being able to jump start the part of my brain which engages with the task of getting up and walking the ten feet to the bathroom, and initiates the movement which allows me to do that.
The more complex the task, the harder it can be, because a more complex sequence of actions must be, in some sense, imagined and targeted before the actions necessary to bring them about can be initiated. Most people are unaware that this process even takes place, because in a healthy brain, it occurs swiftly and automatically. In my brain, it does not.
Probably the best description of that particular aspect of depression that I’ve ever read. At least, that’s how it is for me.
Look, can we be honest, though? Because this is basically the worst thing. I would pay someone a lot of money to have this be not my thing anymore.
Let the record reflect the conclusive result of empirical research spanning 27 studies from 10 countries: healthy eating is fucking expensive and people who deny this reality are annoying and full of shit.
Also, to put this in perspective, for a family of three living at 100% of the poverty level in the continental US, two grand a year is ten percent of their gross income. And we’re not saying that food will cost two grand—it’s two grand on top of whatever they’re already spending. Two grand a year is an extra $166 a month, which, in every single state except Alaska and Hawaii, is more than the total average SNAP/food stamp benefit.
Friendly reminder that angles, lighting and makeup make a HUGE difference. You’re cute, I promise.
Also HELLO blue hair! Love it.
That is some serious Canadian going on there.
I WANT THIS
I came this close to scrolling past this when I saw the word ‘shawl’. This is a fucking shawl. Amazing.
Holy crap. That’s gorgeous.