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Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor

 

(Source: roflwafflefactory)

lanuminga:

soullesshusk:

dreamingghosts:

This is absolutely incredible! One of the better a cappella groups I’ve seen.

Bop It! (A Medley Of) — The Y Chromotones (by TheYChromotones)

STOP WHAT YOU ARE DOING
AND FUCKING LISTEN TO THIS
YOU WILL LOVE IT
I FUCKING

PROMISE YOU
RIGHT NOW

IF YOU FOLLOW ME YOU WILL LOVE IT
YOU NEED TO HEAR THIS RIGHT THE FUCK NOW. NOTHING IS MORE IMPORTANT 

THIS IS THE MOST FANTASTIC THING YOU GUYS

I walk with a limp, I can barely hear anything, I sound like a chain smoker, I just got back from Sasquatch.

I walk with a limp, I can barely hear anything, I sound like a chain smoker, I just got back from Sasquatch.

Cathy Hutchinson takes a sip of her coffee without the aid of a caregiver. A seemingly small task, but not in the eyes of someone who has been paralyzed for the past 15 years. Cathy is able to control a robotic arm by thought. The research team has implanted a microchip into the motor-cortex of her brain allowing her thoughts to be processed, decoded, and implemented by the computer which then moves the arm. We may not have flying cars just yet but personal freedom is still just around the corner.   

When I die When I die, I wan’t to be cremated. I want my body reduced to a fine ash. I want my ashes to be placed lovingly in an even layer at the bottom of a Rubber-Maid bin. I want a thin layer of soil sprinkled on top of my ashes. I want potato peels, egg shells, carrot tops, onion skins, and lettuce ribs to be placed into the bin. I want a handful of Red Wrigglers to be placed into the bin. I want the Red Wrigglers to feast on kitchen leftovers and my chalky ash until the Rubber-Maid is almost full. I want the digested ashes and kitchen leftovers to be scooped out of the Rubber-Maid and placed in a garden. I want Strawberries and Rhubarb to thrive in the garden. I want the Strawberries and Rhubarb to drink up sunlight, water, and my ashes into their firm green flesh. I want the Strawberries and Rhubarb to be plucked and cut off when they are bright red and ripe. I want them to be placed lovingly into a pie dish. I want them to bake at 425C until the juices mix with the sugar and the pastry burns into a flaky crust like a crisp shirt on a burn victim. When I die, I want to be pie. 

When I die

When I die, I wan’t to be cremated.

I want my body reduced to a fine ash.

I want my ashes to be placed lovingly in an even layer at the bottom of a Rubber-Maid bin.

I want a thin layer of soil sprinkled on top of my ashes.

I want potato peels, egg shells, carrot tops, onion skins, and lettuce ribs to be placed into the bin.

I want a handful of Red Wrigglers to be placed into the bin.

I want the Red Wrigglers to feast on kitchen leftovers and my chalky ash until the Rubber-Maid is almost full.

I want the digested ashes and kitchen leftovers to be scooped out of the Rubber-Maid and placed in a garden.

I want Strawberries and Rhubarb to thrive in the garden.

I want the Strawberries and Rhubarb to drink up sunlight, water, and my ashes into their firm green flesh.

I want the Strawberries and Rhubarb to be plucked and cut off when they are bright red and ripe.

I want them to be placed lovingly into a pie dish.

I want them to bake at 425C until the juices mix with the sugar and the pastry burns into a flaky crust like a crisp shirt on a burn victim.

When I die, I want to be pie. 

thesecretdiaryofjake:

I just died.

kcalron:

These are so good!

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Ben Howard puts a groovy and eerie spin to Call Me Maybe.

It was nice knowing you, Ocean. Submersible camera footage of a Deepstar Enigmatica, or that thing that you’ll start thinking about the next time you’re splashing in the salty puddle. To add to the creepiness factor, does anyone else see a Dementor at 0:57 or an Alien at 1:40?