archeolatry

(n.) the worship of archaic customs, expressions, etc.
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A healthy dose of Monkees, a smattering of curious images, and the occasional rusty clank of fandoms colliding.

George R.R. Martin has achieved something really incredible. (1) He is a writer who is famous during his own lifetime, and (2) he has made procrastinating a brand. This is every writer’s dream.

And, you know what? He deserves it. He is 65 years old. Otherwise normal people love telling him that he’s going to die in the vain hope that this will make him work faster. He’s been writing professionally — to varying degrees of notoriety — for basically his entire life. And now, in, statistically speaking, the later range of years that make up a human life, he’s improbably become famous for writing a dense, richly detailed, multivolume nerd tale about incest, child elves, and dragons, which has become the dominant pop culture phenomenon of this generation. The guy can’t even walk down the street in Edinburgh anymore. You know, nobody was ever like, “Oh, shit, I think that’s Tom Clancy.” These last few years have been Martin’s victory lap; let the man enjoy it.

http://grantland.com/hollywood-prospectus/the-emmys-after-party-vapes-staches-and-a-breaking-bad-love-fest/

i-am-bold-as-love:

lol


(actually, it’s joe perry. but still…)

i-am-bold-as-love:

lol

(actually, it’s joe perry. but still…)

(Source: blues-heartedlady, via psychojello)

dokibots:

haha! have fun at highschool today NERDS. i’m gonna be doing cool ADULT stuff like sleeping WHENEVER i want and CRYING 

(via bethisinthevicinity)

lustforleffe:

The Sisters of Mercy - “Lucretia My Reflection”

Falling into a YouTube wormhole into my babybat days

1 week ago - 764 -

A shoutout to my homies who’d heard of Blue Swede before “Guardians of the Galaxy”.

One more reason to hate Don Kirschner

Last night I went to a screening of “Boyce & Hart: The Guys Who Wrote ‘Em”, a documentary about the singers/songwriters who wrote a lot of the Monkees’ hits (“Last Train to Clarksville”, “I’m Not Your Stepping Stone”).

Without giving away too much of the film: Apparently Tommy Boyce had a long-term relationship with a woman while he was a struggling Brill Building songwriter. During this time, she met a rich record executive and they had an (implied) affair. So the exec calls his buddy Don Kirschner and asks him to give Tommy Boyce a writing contract just to send him to Los Angeles—2,000 miles away from the woman he’s having an affair with. That’s some cold shit, Donny.

The doc is incredibly interesting, BTW, and you may be surprised at just how popular they were in their own right. (And I’m now compelled to buy some Boyce & Hart solo albums.) You can help the film get proper distribution by contributing the the IndieGoGo campaign here. Plus it’s co-directed by Andrew Sandoval, so you know it’s legit.

I’m not sure if taping my one-sided conversations with the cat would make me an internet superstar or make excellent evidence for a conservatorship.

me: halloween is coming soon
mom: it's july
me:
me: halloween is coming soon

(Source: apocalypsedudes)

m-e-ghan:

Visited the house where Psycho was filmed when I was younger. Found this today in one of our photo albums.


If by “house” you mean “facade at Universal Studios”, then yes. Otherwise, this is a your basic Queen Anne house on a hill.

m-e-ghan:

Visited the house where Psycho was filmed when I was younger. Found this today in one of our photo albums.

If by “house” you mean “facade at Universal Studios”, then yes. Otherwise, this is a your basic Queen Anne house on a hill.

(via circlesky66)