There is that indescribable freshness and unconsciousness about an illiterate person that humbles and mocks the power of the noblest expressive genius
- Walt Whitman
*necromancer having a bad day watching his skeleton army*
necromancer: faster, you useless piles of bones! move faster!
his second in command general skeletrex: sorry boss, but these here infernal machines weight a skelly-ton!
necromancer: *smiles* i needed that today, skeletrex
Ian McKellen on Magneto destroying New Jersey in ‘AVENGERS: DOOMSDAY’
“[The Russo Brothers told me to] make it look as if you hate what you’re destroying. So I stood there and I shouted: ‘Mar-a-Lago!’”
(Via: https://t.co/SBX6B2cWWp)
UFC boss Dana White condemns fighter Josh Hokit for saying "Michelle Obama is a man" during the White House’s UFC Freedom 250 event.
“I understand that the Obama’s are public figures but I’m completely against saying nasty and false things about people’s families. Everyone knows my position on free speech but I hate that kind of nonsense.”
https://t.co/o4GYx7Zya4
I don’t think we’ll see a better action movie this year than Kenji Tanigaki’s brutal yet beautiful fighting extravaganza: THE FURIOUS.
My review [gift link]
https://t.co/yKPnDaSE1j
USA. A restaurant. I could not finish my meal, and I bowed my head in shame.
Then they handed me a box, and I nearly wept.
The plate had been enormous. I am a samurai; I do not surrender to food. But this was a siege, and halfway through I knew I could not win. I set down my fork. In my country, to leave food on the plate is to insult the rice, the farmer, the cook, and your own ancestors, roughly in that order. So I sat there, quietly making peace with my dishonor.
Then the waitress smiled and said the most beautiful sentence I have heard here.
"You want a box for that?"
A box. To take it. Home.
I went still.
"You would save it?" I asked.
"Yeah, of course. It's still good."
It's still good. Three words my grandmother said to me a thousand times, across an ocean, in another language, over a bowl I was not allowed to leave.
I had crossed the world expecting to find everything different here. And a stranger in an apron had just handed me my grandmother's exact heart, in a small paper container, without knowing she had done anything at all.
I took the box. I held it like a newborn. I bowed to her, to the cook, and to the half a sandwich within, which would now live to see another day.
That night I ate it by a window, slowly, the way you eat something that was nearly lost. It was, if anything, better the second time. Everything saved is.
So now I order too much on purpose. Not from greed. From faith. Because I have learned that here, the same as home, a meal does not end when you are full.
It ends when the box is empty.
And the box is never empty the same day.
Which means a good meal can last forever,
as long as someone, anyone, still believes it is too good to waste.
Its so refreshing watching a Modern TV (aka Spider-Noir) show that actually has a sense of Humor. I mean a real sense of Humor, not we made a super dry joke that nobody in real world would remotely laugh at ("About seven hours"). Plus the characters are actually fucking likable with personalities and not as dull as fucking dish water.