Badass of the Week

This is exactly what it sounds like: a collection of essays expounding on some of the most badass historical badasses ever.  They’re all pretty great (check out Nikola Tesla, Baldwin the IV of Jerusalem, and Aki Ra for good examples), but Nikola Tesla’s is probably the craziest so far.  I had no idea he was so awesome.

“First off, Nikola Tesla was fucking brilliant.  And not just like Ken Jennings brilliant, either - I mean like, “holy shit my head just exploded (from all the awesome)” brilliant.  The Croatian-born engineer spoke eight languages, almost single-handedly developed technology that harnessed the power of electricity for household use, and invented things like electrical generators, FM radio, remote control, robots, spark plugs, fluorescent lights, and giant-ass machines that shoot enormous, brain-frying fucking lightning bolts all over the place like crazy.  He had an unyielding, steel-trap photographic memory and an insane ability to visualize even the most complex pieces of machinery – the guy did advanced calculus and physics equations in his fucking head, memorized entire books at a time, and successfully pulled off scientific experiments that modern-day technology STILL can’t replicate.  For instance, in 2007 a group of lesser geniuses at MIT got all pumped up out of their minds because they wirelessly transmitted energy a distance seven feet through the air. Fucking Nikola Tesla once lit 200 lightbulbs from a power source 26 miles away, and he did it in 1899 with a machine he built from spare parts in the middle of the fucking desert.  To this day, nobody can really figure out how the fuck he pulled that shit off, because two-thirds of the schematics only existed in the darkest recesses of Tesla’s all-powerful brain.”

So badass.

lol Justice for official Assassin’s Creed 2 trailer music.  Apparently it’s set in a 15th century Italian electro party.

So this has been floating around the internet the past couple days, and I just think it’s pretty great.  Way to subtle, Mr. Governator.

So this has been floating around the internet the past couple days, and I just think it’s pretty great.  Way to subtle, Mr. Governator.

Bees That Drink Human Tears

They are sustained by your sorrow and grief, nurtured by your mourning tears.

Creepiest discovery of the day.

PS, make note of comment #2.  This expresses my exact reaction.

Working for the...well...I'm not sure what

So I was sort of checked out of tumblr for awhile.  Pardon my absence.

I (semi) recently moved back to the west suburbs after living my entire college life and then some in Chicago.  Quite frankly, it’s been the worst decision I’ve made since…well…it was just a really bad decision.

I live in my parents house right now.  And yeah, yeah, I get it, that’s not all the unusual these days, the economy is tough, it’s a good time to save money, and a million other reasons why that isn’t so bad.  But it really is bad.  For me, anyways.

I’m working two jobs.  In the city.  So despite living a two hour commute out of the city I once lived in, I still spend most of my time either working in it, or going to/leaving it.  It’s like all of the suck without any of the glory.

I have about 3 hours of waking life to myself once I get out of work and get home before its time to crash and do it all over again the next day.  And despite all of the extra money I seem to have (due to not paying rent), I find that I don’t have the time, or energy, to enjoy it.  Everyday is a dull plow from the time I wake up until I get home to eat, wind down, and sleep again.  Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if both of my jobs were more rewarding, or at least more along the lines of what I’d like to be doing with my life (game design).  But it’s a tough industry, especially in Chicago.  And no one wants to hire a fresh graduate, no matter how qualified and driven he is.

So, long story short, I haven’t blogged much because I’m pretty miserable right now.  I want to move back to the city, but with student loans knocking at my door come december, I might not be able to afford it.  I could quit one of my jobs, but then I’m just eve more locked into living in my parents house even longer.  I need to change something, I’m just not sure what to do at the moment.

Okay, that’s the only depressing rant you’ll see me post for a long time.  Thanks for tolerating it.  I’ll try to post things more often, but you all know how that goes.

A pretty hilarious comic interpretation of World War I.  You can check out World War II on the creator’s deviant art site:here via BoingBoing

A pretty hilarious comic interpretation of World War I.  You can check out World War II on the creator’s deviant art site:here

via BoingBoing

"There should be a required course for everyone during senior year of college called “Nobody Owes You Anything,” wherein your professor informs you that the economy is terrible, the job market sucks, and your degree is no longer an instant ticket to a dream job. The course should also force students to come up with a backup plan (or several) should they find themselves in a position where they have to make ends meet while waiting for their big break to arrive."
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hortense @ Jezebel

SO TRUE!

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Entitled interns. Good for one thing. Wearing inappropriate outfits to the office.

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northvillestate:

Have you seen Leper High yet?!

Check out my good friend Steve’s sweet new web series.

Oh hello fall, so nice of you to drop in. I’d like you to meet my friend hot apple cider. You’ll be getting to know each other quite well.

COOKIE MONSTER SEARCHES DEEP WITHIN HIMSELF AND ASKS: IS ME REALLY MONSTER?

Me know. Me have problem.

Me love cookies. Me tend to get out of control when me see cookies. Me know it not natural to react so strongly to cookies, but me have weakness. Me know me do wrong. Me know it isn’t normal. Me see disapproving looks. Me see stares. Me hurt inside.

When me get back to apartment, after cookie binge, me can’t stand looking in mirror—fur matted with chocolate-chip smears and infested with crumbs. Me try but me never able to wash all of them out. Me don’t think me is monster. Me just furry blue person who love cookies too much. Me no ask for it. Me just born that way.

Me was thinking and me just don’t get it. Why is me a monster? No one else called monster on Sesame Street. Well, no one who isn’t really monster. Two-Headed Monster have two heads, so he real monster. Herry Monster strong and look angry, so he probably real monster, too. But is me really monster?…

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