"Hornbach: Sag es mit deinem Projekt"
German home improvement advert that will make you go “aww”
I am informed that the translated title of his ad campaign is “Say it with your project”.
(Also this ad made me thing of American style suburbs. When watching German Police dramas it always seems to happen in flats without a detached house anywhere except out in the country. Interesting.)
Brad Pitt in Killing Them Softly.
Every damn frame is dripping with truth.
So sad and so true in many, many ways.
On the other hand Brad Pitt is playing a hitman for the mob. If you take your advice or view of history from one of THE BAD GUYS do you think there might be the possibility of getting an excessively cynical or self-serving point of view? Or to put it in TV Tropes terms: Villains Never Lie.
Prismatic Vinyl Wrap LED Gallardo [x]
Well… well… I think all the people who say things about now not feeling like the future should see this and then never speak again.1
1"Never? Isn’t that a little harsh?" Oh, well until next Tuesday, then.
Is there much better than getting into clean sheets after a shower?
I have just just started testing Experiment 241. I had allowed the yellow summer squash in my garden to get too old to simply stir-fry and eat so I conceived that I would try making a soup out of two of them…
When I am eating something I cooked I really wish someone else was around to test what I am eating on… Oh I am sure that I will survive; I mostly want to know if I like this dish because I am hungry enough to eat bark or if it really is quite good.
Books & Cupcakes August Book Photo Challenge
Day Four: Bookmarker
Both objects present make excellent bookmarks.
Books never malfunction? Oh really? So you have never all the pages of a paperback come apart in your hands? Or discovered that one has half the pages upside down or a big chunk missing? Or an abused hardback’s spine give up when you open it? Books malfunction.
And though I dearly love my collection I ended up buying a house (in part) so that I would never again have to drag friends kicking and screaming from their hiding places when I changed apartments. Or to wonder how the books became heavier in boxes than they were out of them. Though now I have to look at bookcases with a careful eye and wonder about the load bearing limits of floors since I actually own them.
And then there is the Monstrous Book of Monsters.
Peacocks are rarely seen flying because that much majesty is hard to handle.
I tried finding out who took this photograph. I really did! Near as I can tell it was first posted on imgur in October 2012. But I cannot figure out WHO! Smarter people than me can you give me an answer?
Meanwhile in Portland…
This could be slightly improved by the wearing of a black leather kilt. Otherwise perfect.
"Sorry but you’re too short to buy alcohol."
- The cashier at the grocery store after carding me
Wait, wait, wait. I know where this is going, but if you kill him in a moment of furry at making a height joke you need to let me get set up with popcorn first. I like popcorn while watching people get torn apart.
NPR posted a story about the moving rocks of The Racetrack in Death Valley. Many people have correctly guessed the solution to this for years but Professor Richard Norris and his team (Scripps Institution of Oceanography, UC San Diego) finally caught them on tape. Thin sheets of melting ice around the rocks drag them.
(Well I wrote this thing. No idea what I would call it or if it needs more or less.)
It has been said that books love whoever opens them, unconditionally. That is such a lovely thought and I wish I could say it were always true. There are books out there that can take an instant dislike to a reader rather like a cat resolving to dislike a person for no discernible reason. Books that will always feel uncomfortable when held, filled with words that will make eyes ache, and seem to squirm ever so slightly if the reader’s gaze is not sharp enough to pin a moth.
One such book is the Hood Copy of The Fairy Tales of the Brothers Grimm. It is a perfectly good, though not extraordinary, copy of the book printed and bound in 1909 with 40 color plates by the artist Arthur Rackham. It was named for the collector Charles Ransom Hood who purchased it in 1957 from a dealer in Philadelphia and took back to Chicago where he placed it upon a shelf in his library where it hated Mr. Hood in almost equal proportion to his affection.
Nothing more would have come of this if the maid, who had no more than half a pinch of kindness in her whole body, had not taken it into her head to read the red cloth bound volume. For at this stage it only had a little mischief and some malevolence in it and not much real power. It knew, from the first moment that she started reading, that she was as unpleasant a character as it could wish. It wasted no time in telling her where Mr. Hood kept his spare money through the device of a thinly disguised tale of a worthy maid and an ungrateful employer. The book had only wished to hurt Mr. Hood by helping her to some petty theft and had no idea that she would go so far as to kill him when after a year she was at last detected in her, by that time, numerous thefts. But it grew from the experience, as such things will, and has caused the deaths of many possessors in the five decades following after it, inevitably, turned on Anna as well.