Posted 5 hours ago

My autocorrect fail of the decade, right here, yo!

Posted 1 day ago

Some Bitstrips I whipped up on the fly for Monday Punday!

Posted 2 days ago

fortheloveofgeekery:

I saw this whilst walking my chihuahua and knew I had to go back to pick up a prop to complete the picture!

Posted 4 days ago

ivoryathena:

Badass women of the future:

  1. Malavath Poorna, the youngest person ever to reach Mount Everest’s summit at the age of 13 years, 11 months
  2. Ann Makosinksi, Canadian inventor of a flashlight powered strictly by body heat at age 16

  3. Mo’Ne Davis, first girl to throw a Little League World Series shutout in history, with fastballs reaching speeds of up to 70mph, at age 13

  4. Alia Sabur, youngest university professor in the world, appointed to Konkuk University in South Korea at age 18

  5. Asia Newson, owning and operating a candle sales business alongside her father, is Detroit’s youngest entrepreneur at age 10

Posted 4 days ago

A random assortment of my favorite jokes or gags I’ve committed to comics so far.

Posted 5 days ago

thatfunnyblog:

Words. To. Live. By.

It’s precisely why I do laugh.

(Source: king-of-death-and-destruction)

Posted 5 days ago

youngblackandvegan:

modestmojo:

Daily Show correspondent Michael Che tries to find a safe place to report from.

This is funny but at the same time it hurts so bad

sometimes you gotta laugh to stop from laughing

(Source: sandandglass)

Posted 6 days ago

Recently, a bird pooped on my head. The person who witnessed the event, told me that it meant good luck. Yeah…

Anyway, this series came from that little exchange.

Posted 6 days ago

I’d challenge Donald Trump to the Ice Bucket Challenge just to see his hair run away in frigid shock.

Posted 1 week ago
Posted 1 week ago

When I say I’m ugly, that’s because I’m fucking ugly. It is not because I want people to lie and tell me that I’m something that I am not.

Posted 2 weeks ago

I came up with this mini-series (done in the format of a weekly comic strip running Monday-Sunday) whilst suffering my own series of autocorrect fails. I thought it might be fun to interpret it in comic strip-format with its own story arc. It was fun to write.

Posted 2 weeks ago

cutiecommando:

This is for those who are curious and you all out in Ferguson. I’m going to be attaching some info graphics (one may seem needless due to circumstances but I’m adding it anyway.) I have some more info I’d like to put into a better to use format ( alot of them are screen grabs and I’d like to put in clearer and slur free language.) If you want me to send anything I got or any info I have ( I’m a Criminal Justice student) don’t hesitate to ask. 

I have seen a few of these but a post with them compiled may help more. I will be editing these as I get it all prepared I’ll use the Ferguson Protest Aid tag for any updates I do. Stay safe everyone.

Posted 2 weeks ago

The drawback to having my kind of metabolism is that I’m constantly sweating like Richard Nixon during a David Frost interview.

Posted 3 weeks ago

My Thoughts on Robin Williams, Depression and Suicide

I’ve shared my thoughts on the subject of suicide at length in the past. I’ve stated that I believe that it’s tragic for all parties: the one who chooses to take their own life as well as those whose lives were touched or in some way affected by the life of said person. There are no two ways about it; generally any loss of life is tragic.
Lately, there’s been a lot of talk about suicide, in light of the sad and tragic passing of Robin Williams. It’s believed that he’d taken his own life, though to my knowledge, that hasn’t yet been officially confirmed. Most of what I hear, see and read has been resoundingly positive, albeit somber, heart-wrenching and deeply touching. I can’t say that I personally knew the man, but I, like so many people of my generation, grew up laughing with him, crying with him, fighting pirates with him, making wishes and having those wishes granted by him, got lost in Jumanji with him, found our voice and muse in Dead Poets Society with him, had our Awakenings with him, came out with him in The Bird Cage. Most of all, we loved him in whichever capacity we could.
However, there have been some very hurtful, ugly, venomous, vicious words spoken regarding this loss. All the words seem to center around a few things: the not so good times, the bad films, his battles with addiction and depression and his apparent suicide. Everyone is entitled to their own opinions. That’s a given. However, any decent, tactful person would recognize and understand that there is a good way and a good time to express certain views as there is a bad time and a bad way to express them.
I understand that this has been a tough year for so many people, so many fans of film, television and poetry; we’ve lost so many influential people. The passing of Robin Williams has hit many particularly hard. In a time of heightened emotions, many people express their sorrow, sadness, frustration and anger in ways, which may not be the most appropriate or rational. I get that. It’s okay to be sad. It’s okay to mourn. It’s okay to be mad. What’s not okay is to diminish one’s achievements, one’s legacy and one’s life.
Supposing that his death was caused by suicide, when people go out of their way to judge his entire life, life’s work, his charity work and his all the good things he’d done in life, solely on the manner in which he died, there is nothing appropriate about that at all. When people assert that those who end their own lives are selfish, cruel or are just bad people, it really angers me. Sure, there are some instances where people will end their own lives as some wicked form of revenge against those who’ve wronged them in life. My life was touched by such a person, who went out of his way to make people feel responsible for his actions and to accuse others of “forcing him to kill himself.” That’s a supreme example of selfishness. But, it is hardly a reason that most people choose to end their own lives.
I’ll say right now, I don’t condone suicide in most cases (an exception being: dying with dignity as in situations where one’s body is deteriorating to a point where they can no longer function without constant assistance). It’s not something that I’d ever recommend that someone do. But, I completely understand why someone would. I myself struggle with suicidal ideation on a daily basis; I talk myself out of it every single day. There are numerous reasons why someone would elect to end their own life. And, virtually none of them is fueled by selfishness.
A huge number of people who end their own lives were, in life, the most generous, kindest, most caring, most selfless individuals who brought and spread as much joy, laughter and love to those who knew them. They spread the joy, happiness and laughter to others, in most cases, to prevent loved ones, friends and even strangers from having to know or experience the pain that they themselves lived with on a daily basis. Many people who end their own lives were among the most selfless people. To diminish that by saying that they were selfish to end their lives is dismissive and very damaging.
The void any death leaves behind is a great one, regardless how they died, especially the void left by people who’ve touched so many people’s lives, specifically, your own life, in whatever capacity that was. When I hear people say things like, “Robin Williams was rich and famous, he could do anything he wanted or have anything he wanted, etc.” it makes me so angry. True, he had those things and to a degree, what he had in life is what most people desire, but those things aren’t necessarily what make a person happy. People who say these things have no idea the pain he experienced, the sadness, the lifelong heartache he’d lived with. I don’t even claim to know it, but I know my own, and I know how, for lack of a better word, soul-sucking this constant pain is.
To direct your frustration on ones who end their lives and to claim that they are selfish, wicked, pathetic, etc. is, to me, completely selfish. You’re the selfish one. You’re essentially saying that the person who ended their lifelong pain and illness was responsible for your own happiness. You’re saying that you don’t care how miserable, depressed, lonely, empty or ill someone was, they made you sad, angry, depressed, etc. and therefore, they are selfish. It’s okay for them to exist in a state of constant pain so long as you’re happy. That’s not the way it should be.
We all know that Robin Williams was a consummate entertainer; a very kind, funny, talented, loving man. He struggled with depression most of his life. Depression is an illness, and a very selfish one. It, like cancer, can in many cases, be treated, but it is seldom, if ever, something that can be cured. Depression is more than just being sad; it affects the mind and the body. It creates these cognitive distortions, creates false beliefs, causes great physical and emotional pain and it makes the sufferer behave in ways that aren’t healthy, rational or understandable. It is not something that one can just get over or snap out of, anymore than one can wake up, completely cured of something like Parkinson’s disease. I compare depression to such physical illnesses because depression is a mental illness and it is in every way as real as any physical illness, in no way deserving of stigma, but compassion and understanding.
We’ll never know what Robin Williams’ depression led him to think and believe of himself, but we can all assume that it was something dark, ugly and resoundingly false. And, we can assume that he’s held these beliefs, lived with such pain for decades. That’s a long time to live in pain. I am very sorry that he’d chosen to end his own life. He touched mine in so many ways. He will be sorely missed. I cast no judgment for his decision; I too know the evils of depression. I will never know what finally pushed him over the edge, but I know that it must have been something unbearably painful and dark. Perhaps it was something massive that he saw no way out of. Perhaps it was just a number of little things that, over time, snowballed into something unbearable. Or, perhaps he’d tried to cope and hold out for too long before he finally gave out. Whatever the reason, he has brought me, and millions of others so much joy, so much laughter, so much inspiration and so much fun that we owe him our gratitude, love, respect and compassion. Anything less is selfish and cruel. He’s granted us more wishes than we can count.
Genie, you’re free.