The Lonely Skeptic

all alone on my high horse


so i feel like i should tell you guys that i’ve found the formula for a perfect and incontrovertible insult:



you perfectly rectangular shitbowl!
you obscenely lamentable assbasket!
you fantastically nauseating dicksoiree!

go forth and blaspheme

(via dayquipper)

I’m tired of hearing about the minimum wage. I really am. …I don’t think there’s a mother or a father sitting around the kitchen table tonight in America saying, ‘You know, honey, if our son or daughter could just make a higher minimum wage, my God, all of our dreams would be realized.

New Jersey governor and compassionate Republican CHRIS CHRISTIE, who by the way pulls down $699,000 a year along with his wife.

The New York Daily News calls him out and dares him to try living on $17,000 a year — or what a person making New Jersey’s minimum wage brings home annually.


(via inothernews)

They aren’t trying to make all of their dreams come true. They are trying to put food on the table and keep a roof over their heads.

Jesus Fucking Christie.

(via cutewithoutthe)



trans rights are more important than doctor who, supernatural, and sherlock combined.




holy shit holy shit holy shit holy shit holy shit holy shit holy shit holy shit.

(via frafeeccino)


Coulson comes up with a contingency plan that includes May shooting him in the head. Do you think she could actually do it?

Ming-Na Wen: She certainly did everything she could in her power to avoid that as a choice for her to make. I think those scenes with May and Coulson at the end [of 2x04] really showcase her heart and her love for Coulson as a friend or as something else—that’s always been a bit ambiguous. I don’t think she is able to do it until Coulson gave her the final ultimatum. As a soldier, she has to follow those rules. It would devastate her more than [whatever happened in] Bahrain, more than any experience that she’s gone through. This might destroy not just Coulson, but her. Hopefully we’ll never have to come to that. (x)

(via i-believe-in-melinda-may)

Have you seen the ghost of Tom?
Long white bones with the rest all gone.
Po-oo-or Old Tom!
Wouldn’t it be chilly with no skin on?

—The Ghost Of Tom ‘Children’s Rhymes’ (via porphyrogenite)

(via graveyardrabbit)


Steve Rogers’ Logic > Everything

(Also, I always love to think how the other Avengers would have done this scene. Tony would build a contraption to get it. Hawkeye would shoot an rope-arrow through it and tug. Black Widow would scamper up like Mulan. Thor would just fly and Hulk would have just ripped the flag pole up from the earth and used it as a toothpick.)

(via tired-of-dreams)






What the fuck is the “super” in superwholock supposed to represent

Sigh. Look at this plebian. Lets get this cleared up once and for all:


"Super" = Superbad


"Who" = The Hoobs


"Lock" = John Locke from Lost

Now can we please never have a misunderstanding about this again


Well im glad that’s cleared up

Not to be confused with Superwholock which is Superman+The Who+Real life John Locke for DC/Rock Music/Englightment Philosophy fans.

Also not to be confused with fans of the documentary Supersize Me, the TV show Whose Line Is It Anyway, and Alexander Pope’s classic satirical poem “The Rape of the Lock”

Also not to be confused by fans of the Super Mario Bros Movie, Whoopi Goldberg, and Lock In, John Scalzi’s new sci-fi novel.

Simmons: What kind of hellcow gives carmine milk?

Turgeon: I don’t know, file just said Bessie.

Swan Brothers




It happened one summer that a curse fell on my family. The details aren’t important. We could be here all night with who married whom and who cursed what. There was a curse, that’s all you need to know.

All seven of my brothers were turned into swans. From loud, hard-handed boys, they became mute birds, with wings as white as cloud and eyes as dark as heaven.

There was a great deal of chaos. There usually is, when someone turns into a bird. They went mad indoors and had to be ushered out into the gardens, to flap and sulk and arch their necks in beautiful reproach.

The wise woman of the woods came to me, with her hair wrapped up in leaf and copper wire. She told me that I was given the task of weaving seven shirts in silence, and only then would they be restored to human form.

A single word spoken, a single stitch unsewn, and they would be swans forever.

As soon as the wisewoman left the room, I pitched my spindle into the fire and sang aloud the raunchiest song I knew.

I never liked my brothers. They made much better swans.

The End


I thought it was perfect before.

What’s the word for when you think something is perfect, and then someone adds a thing that just makes you happy?

(via nickjbarlow)