My tumblr is quickly becoming a Lano and Woodley tumblr. This is not a bad thing.
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[maybe he should have been called “Scott who went to the Antarctic…but probably shouldn’t have”]
My tumblr is quickly becoming a Lano and Woodley tumblr. This is not a bad thing.
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[maybe he should have been called “Scott who went to the Antarctic…but probably shouldn’t have”]
Bluish - Animal Collective
My mood tonight. Calm and blissful, but with an undercurrent of…what’s that thing called that Animal Collective put under all their music…anxiousness?
He was in this terrible fire, burnt horrifically. All his limbs and face were burnt off. Cut out the dairy products, and miraculously his arms and legs grew back and now he’s a highly paid model…
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IN PARIS.
Frank: If you have a cold, Col, you really should cut down on the dairy products. This guy I know, Russell, was on his deathbed with pneumonia, and his naturopath recommended he cut out the dairy products. He did so, and the next day he ran a fourty-two kilometre marathon.

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That’s the most amazing answer I’ve ever recieved. You may have solved the Pokejoyce paradox.
The only problem is, by the time I’m actually halfway through Ulysses, I think the new Ice Age would have come and gone.
lol and goodness knows we need that, right fellas?
attentione-il-est-shaun-micallef:
If you want something done right, do it yourself.
Hamish & Andy help Shaun solve his NEWStopia advertising woes by placing an ad in The Age’s classifieds.
Rose. Rose. Shamrock. Rose.
Tony Martin’s “Joke Gone Wrong”
When he called up the Iranian embassy in the 90s and pretended to be Salman Rushdie…
Finally, has any great series been more rudely interrupted than David Milch’s Deadwood? The only thing that prevents this masterpiece from taking its place in the HBO pantheon, along with The Sopranos and The Wire and Larry Sanders, is its lack of a proper ending. Crueller still is the fact that at least series one and two had those great final scenes with Al Swearengen at his most expansive, astride his balcony toasting the shambles around him, whereas series three – the last of a proposed five – ends with the comparatively claustrophobic image of Al scrubbing the latest of several massive bloodstains off the floor of the Gem saloon. The reasons for this depressing truncation remain as murky as the show’s photography, and the knowledge that Milch left the show to make the justly forgotten John From Cincinnati – best described as ‘David Lynch’s The Coolangatta Gold’ – only adds insult to sudden knife and pig-inflicted injury.
Who knows where the remaining two series of Deadwood might have taken us (in real life, Al Swearengen had an identical twin brother!). I guess we’ll never know.
” —Tony Martin eloquently expresses what I like to call post-Deadwood-itis.
Sounds like a plan! How early are you thinking?


Well, you’ll all know where to find me at that exact time.
Get This: Tony, Ed, and Richard discuss the styles they went for growing up.
King of the nerds :)