commonplace blog
Back in the day, Walter would, every once in a while, forget how to draw. Remember?" Louise said.

“Oh yeah,” Walter agreed. “That still happens occasionally. It’s like, ‘Oh my god, nothing I’m drawing looks any good anymore. My life is over as an artist.’ And what I realized, because I was an editor at the time, and had seen a lot of work go past me, was that when you hit this phase where suddenly your stuff, which looks just like it did yesterday, doesn’t look good to you anymore, it’s because your mind has made a leap. Your brain has gotten farther than your hand has learned to do it yet. But eventually, give it a few weeks, keep it up and you’ve made a leap in your own craft. That was a big help because it was so depressing when you realize you couldn’t draw anymore.

From an interview with Walt and Louise Simonson. (via twiststreet)

Exactly this. 

(via mckelvie)

Read this in Bendis’ new book yesterday and nodded.

(via doodledinmypants)

drcalvin:

theladysasha:

kathryntaylorrose:

New Video!

Les Misérables Highlights at Dallas Theater Center

With the amount of footage they have…. 
Could it be? A DVD?

wow this is epic

k-b-rock:

sententiola:

Sometimes I think about how many little things we probably do every day that would totally mess up the reasoning of a Sherlock-Holmes-style detective.

Like the other day we went to the cinema and I was wearing a shirt with no pockets so I put the ticket in my trouser pocket.  The next day I was wearing the same trousers and I put my hand in my pocket and found the ticket there.

Now, I have a certain selection of things I always have in my trouser pockets and I don’t really like having anything else in there because it confuses my hands when I want to get something, so I took the ticket out.  And I wasn’t near a rubbish bin, but I was wearing a shirt with a breast pocket.  So I put the ticket in the shirt pocket.

And I thought: if I get interestingly murdered, the Sherlock-Holmes-style detective is going to deduce that I’m wearing the same shirt that I wore yesterday.  Because it’s got a cinema ticket in the pocket with yesterday’s date on, and why on earth would anyone put a cinema ticket in the pocket of a shirt unless they were wearing the shirt when they went to the cinema?

Which is a bit of reasoning we would all find totally convincing if it came from a Sherlock-Holmes-style detective.  But it would be wrong.  Because actually there are so many other explanations for things once you take account of the fact that people are often slightly eccentric in completely trivial and unguessable ways.

“Samuel Vimes dreamed about Clues. He had a jaundiced view of Clues. He instinctively distrusted them. They got in the way. And he distrusted the kind of person who’d take one look at another man and say in a lordly voice to his companion, “Ah, my dear sir, I can tell you nothing except that he is a left-handed stonemason who has spent some years in the merchant navy and has recently fallen on hard times,” and then unroll a lot of supercilious commentary about calluses and stance and the state of a man’s boots, when exactly the same comments could apply to a man who was wearing his old clothes because he’d been doing a spot of home bricklaying for a new barbecue pit, and had been tattooed once when he was drunk and seventeen* and in fact got seasick on a wet pavement. What arrogance! What an insult to the rich and chaotic variety of the human experience!”

—Terry Pratchett, Feet of Clay

feriowind:

one pic for Raleigh’s wall!!

gonna do another one of Newt too….!!

ilovecharts:

curiosamathematica:

The Google trend for the search query “quadratic formula”.
It repeats in the same pattern every year. Down in summer, up in September, down again in December and up again in spring time before going down again in the summer. And so it goes on forever.

via livingonabear

ilovecharts:

curiosamathematica:

The Google trend for the search query “quadratic formula”.

It repeats in the same pattern every year. Down in summer, up in September, down again in December and up again in spring time before going down again in the summer. And so it goes on forever.

via 

isammakesstuff:

Isometric series.

Beauty privilege is very real. None of us are imagining it, and if we aren’t born genetic lottery winners, our only option is to compensate with style, grace, and charm. Of course, none of that shit comes cheap. That’s kind of the whole point. It’s all meant to be aspirational and exclusionary. We’re supposed to feel depressed by our skin, agitated by our bodies, and anxious about our invisibility. That’s the insidious subtlety of social control. The worst part is that we know in our rational minds that it’s all bullshit, and yet we’re still plagued with self-loathing when we can’t live up to unattainable beauty standards. No matter how much self-acceptance we achieve, we can still look in the mirror and instantly catalog all the things about ourselves that we don’t think measure up. It’s maddening. It makes us feel like hypocrites even though it’s not our hypocrisy.
The Coquette @ Adult-Mag

(I love this. There’s nothing that makes me happier as a writer than finding my work quoted and reblogged all over tumblr.)
msbehavoyeur:

 Love and Death
son-of-dawn:

 Love and Death, 1881, oil on canvas by Reina Calcedonio, Italian, 1842-1911.
  Surrounded by coffins and mummified corpses in the Capuchin Catacombs in Palermo this couple finds a moment for love.
  Calcedonio turned from medicine to art and studied with Domenico Morelli as well as in Rome and Florence. This painting is in the Museo del Castello Ursino, Palermo, Italy.

msbehavoyeur:

 Love and Death

son-of-dawn:

 Love and Death, 1881, oil on canvas by Reina Calcedonio, Italian, 1842-1911.

  Surrounded by coffins and mummified corpses in the Capuchin Catacombs in Palermo this couple finds a moment for love.

  Calcedonio turned from medicine to art and studied with Domenico Morelli as well as in Rome and Florence. This painting is in the Museo del Castello Ursino, Palermo, Italy.

sorting out recent thoughts

pollums:

holding women and women’s media in popular culture accountable and hating women and women’s media in popular culture overlap a great deal.

it’s undoubtedly valuable to feminist discourse but also a dirty kind of justice, and you shouldn’t feel purely righteous for adding to the culture of hate we have towards women, however justified.

you should be aware of the disproportionate power words hold when they’re inflicted against women, analyze the double standards you hold when women make mistakes vs when men make the same mistakes, know that your words don’t just affect the women you’re attacking but also the women around you and how they feel about themselves.

thesassiestsamwinchester:

thegreatnarwhalsmuffin:

schmergo:

A Harry Potter AU where everything’s exactly the same, except the house elves look like Lord of the Rings elves and Dobby’s, like, played by Orlando Bloom. But they’re still not allowed to have clothes

orlando bloom hitting himself in the face with a lamp

twelve year old Daniel Radcliff shoving a nearly-naked Orlando Bloom into his closet

justanotherbildungsroman:

sketchshark:

Real conversation on hair length and merm-ified units of measurement.

i used to be obsessed with growing my hair to modest mermaid length

justanotherbildungsroman:

sketchshark:

Real conversation on hair length and merm-ified units of measurement.

i used to be obsessed with growing my hair to modest mermaid length

200tinyhorses:

I made this neat aesthetic generator! Check it out!

"Cool Goat"

grumpyrpgreviews:


dustrial-inc:

toonami:

cypulchre:

SH - AKIRA
OP:  myrkvid

WHOA

MY MIND IS GOING TO E-X-P-L-O-D-E

Those hips don’t lie.

grumpyrpgreviews:

dustrial-inc:

toonami:

cypulchre:

SH - AKIRA

OP:  myrkvid

WHOA

MY MIND IS GOING TO E-X-P-L-O-D-E

Those hips don’t lie.