Coming up on around 26 hours awake.
I’m not tired, but there’s no way I want to do another 48 straight. Not twice in a row.
Time to sleeping-pill myself into unconsciousness.
what a day!!!!!!!! nothing happened and i was tired
The worst thing about musicals is not being able to choose who you want to sing along with.
Do I sing along with Gabe or his dad?
Do I sing Roger or Mark?
Am I a Raoul or a Phantom today?
IT IS EITHER VALJEAN OR JAVERT
ELPHIE OR GLINDA
Henry Hill or Marian Paroo
i’m really into ghost-based humor
how do ghosts keep in shape
that’s the spirit!
An abandoned hornet’s nest my dad found in his shed that he hadn’t been in for a couple years. The head is apart of a wooden statue it fused with. - Imgur
EVERY FUCKING NOPE KNOWN TO MAN
THATS HORRIFYING AND AWESOME
It doesn’t look apart — it looks pretty darned connected. “A part,” if you will.
(Source: unclefather, via lysnk2)
So a couple weeks ago, a pitcher on the New York Yankees, Michael Pineda, had pine tar on his hand as he pitched against the Boston Red Sox (pine tar gives the pitcher a better grip, meaning more control over the pitches — it is against MLB rules for a pitcher to in any way tamper with the ball).
The cameras caught it, but the Red Sox never brought it to the attention of the umpires because by the time they were told, it had been wiped off so there was nothing for umpires to find, so he got away with it. He later said that it was dirt.
So fast forward to tonight. Michael Pineda is pitching against the Red Sox again. Naturally, after the kerfuffle over the pine tar that was on his hand (as nobody bought the “dirt” story, including the league — but since, again, the Red Sox didn’t call attention to it, he was not punished), Pineda would have to be an absolute fool to pitch with pine tar coating his hand again.
That’s why this time, he put it on his neck.
This time, the Red Sox noticed. For one thing, Pineda struggled in the first inning. Then, suddenly, in the second inning he was pitching exceedingly well. Not something that’s impossible, of course, but then there’s that new dark smudge on his neck that wasn’t there in the first inning.
So the Red Sox notified the umpires, who first inspected the baseball, then inspected Pineda’s neck. The home plate umpire rubbed the spot with his finger, after which he looked at the finger, said the words, “That’s pine tar,” and promptly ejected Pineda from the game. (gifs of this part are here — they’re too big for tumblr)
You’d think, after barely getting away with the pine tar on April 10th, Pineda would have been smart enough to lay low. Instead, he’s now looking at a mandatory suspension for cheating.
Sleep is apparently not happening. I laid there awake for three hours. I’m not desperate enough for sleep to take pills yet, so I guess I’ll just stay up.
I think it’s naptime.
The question is whether people will even give the franchise another chance after the way the original series ended. How many people are going to invest time in this only to find out after however long the series runs that the dad died and she married the kids’ uncle?
The loneliest moment in someones life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly. — F. Scott Fitzgerald (via recklinq)
(Source: itsmicca, via butchrosser)
A number one dad, ten out of ten, Dad of the year, gettin laid all year this year, best dad ever, you did it.
Dude’s fast, I’ll give him that.
(Source: 4GIFs.com, via thedizzler)
How to fuck with anime fans:
Step 1) put a wig on your dog
I KNEW THIS WAS JUST A PICTURE OF A DOG WITH A WIG. I KNEW.
BUT WHEN I SAW IT. MY STOMACH FUCKING DROPPED OUT OF MY BODY, OKAY.
I’m so sad