And then what happened?

Rosie: (in response to an article about how Steve Wilhite wants people to pronounce gif ‘jif’) … I refuse

Caitlin: Viva la revolución

Rosie: Stop trying to make jif happen, Steve Wilhite. It’s not going to happen.

Caitlin: You can’t just ask people why they’re Wilhite.

Rosie: OHHHH SHIIIIIT - 

(Source: tastefullyoffensive)

No but seriously.

What just happened. WHAT DID YOU DO, MOFFAT? Forty five solid minutes of whimpering into my doona later, I just kind of feel like someone kicked a puppy and maybe I’m that puppy and I need to sit down. And maybe get a hug.

Goddamn.

i-am-of-asgard:

come on everyone thought that at least for a moment! 

ambitioncutsusdown:

thesixtysevenchevyimpala:

EXCUSE ME WHAT THE HELL DID I JUST WATCH

probably either eurovision or doctor who

One after the other.

Last night, attempting to describe to Bridie what my friend Tom studied at university - 

Me: No, well he’s teaching English in China at the moment, but he did Chemistry at uni.

Bridie: Chemistry, huh?

Me: Yeah, yeah, he explained it to me once or twice… non-organic complex molecule structures… metals, and um, other elements… he makes them, and then… sees how they do… stuff?

Bridie: Seems like you’ve got a firm grasp of the subject matter.

Me: I am all about the science.

Tea and biscuits and wine

iwillnothangmyselftoday:

Aaaahhhhrrrrt…!

This is awesome. It’s Christof’s response to this prompt I gave him earlier in the week on our minicollab blog.

I didn’t know what he’d do with the song, and to be honest I was trying to give him a really hard prompt in revenge for him springing Pythagoras’ theorum on me. Holy cow. Chris, you nailed it.

Do your eyes a favour and look at these photos full res while playing the prompt music in the background. That’s a frozen dandelion you’re looking at in the second image, with teeny ice-bubbles sitting on its whiskers. I don’t have a clue what some of the other things are, but they’re beautiful.

If you want to know what challenging, inspiring, amazing and dumbfounding collaborative art looks like, follow boomingclouds.tumblr immediately. RIGHT NOW.

itswalky:

Action Hero Grandpa

YES

ABOVE: Alphonse Mucha’s Lefevre Utile

BELOW: Ele posts the original on my wall with the caption “WHOA Caitlin I found your sassy biscuit-selling art nouveau doppelganger! The nose isn’t quite right, but otherwise…”

So, naturally, I pull the image into Photoshop and tweak it, and…

… oh my god.

Well done indeed.

gingerhaze:

Rivers and Roads | The Head and the Heart

A year from now we’ll all be gone

All our friends will move away

They’re going to better places

But our friends will be gone away.

Been talking ‘bout the way things change…

Perfect, just perfect.

Yarn bombing in Warburton.

This was the result of the Melbourne crafternoon - it’s not the best image quality (for some reason I insisted on holding both the drawing and the camera myself - why?) but it’s something. I left it for Ele because she liked it, and maybe sometime I’ll get to colouring it. Or Ele will! 

The thing about memories is that you only really properly keep the ones that you look at a lot, as if they were photographs in an album that starts disintegrating if it isn’t opened regularly. The more often you look at a memory, the more vivid it is and the closer it seems, creating a distortion in our perception of time that makes a forgettable yesterday seem more distant than last year’s momentous events.

Despite all this, even looking at a memory once distorts it - synapses fire slightly differently and alter the shape of a building or the sound of someone’s voice. And so those oft-viewed vivid ideas morph into a collage of then and now, and all that’s come between, and things that are entirely separate and other things that never happened at all. So that when you do return to a person, a place, an object, after a long time, the dimensions and details are out of sync and catch you by surprise.