beatonna:

Here is a sketch comic I made called Ducks, in five parts.
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four
Part Five
Ducks is about part of my time working at a mining site in Fort McMurray, the events are from 2008.  It is a complicated place, it is not the same for all, and these are only my own experiences there.  It is a sketch because I want to test how I would tell these stories, and how I feel about sharing them.  A larger work gets talked about from time to time.  It is not a place I could describe in one or two stories.  Ducks is about a lot of things, and among these, it is about environmental destruction in an environment that includes humans.  Thank you for taking the time to read it.
-Kate

Kate Beaton is one of those really exceptional storytellers who can communicate a lot of different things in a lot of different ways. This is one of the more complex and fascinating stories she’s told, and I love it.

beatonna:

Here is a sketch comic I made called Ducks, in five parts.

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Ducks is about part of my time working at a mining site in Fort McMurray, the events are from 2008.  It is a complicated place, it is not the same for all, and these are only my own experiences there.  It is a sketch because I want to test how I would tell these stories, and how I feel about sharing them.  A larger work gets talked about from time to time.  It is not a place I could describe in one or two stories.  Ducks is about a lot of things, and among these, it is about environmental destruction in an environment that includes humans.  Thank you for taking the time to read it.

-Kate

Kate Beaton is one of those really exceptional storytellers who can communicate a lot of different things in a lot of different ways. This is one of the more complex and fascinating stories she’s told, and I love it.

What a very strange day it’s been. I met Simon at Uni for lunch - he’d just arrived back from Berlin, and I overslept my usual lunchtime with the Erasmus peeps thanks to a substantial dose of anaesthetic from my dentist this morning. No sooner had we taken out coffees outside to sit on the platz than it started to… rain? I couldn’t figure out what was wrong with the rain until I realised it was actually snow, or something halfway between snow and hail. Which was bizarre considering that it had been mild and sunny only moments before. 

On our way back into the city - having taken shelter from the snow/hail (snail?) in the office for a while - we happened upon a black and white cat sitting in front of the Aula looking rather confused, possibly also as a result of the weather. We could relate at that point, being somewhat dazed ourselves. The cat seemed very affectionate and stayed with us while we tried to figure out what to do with him, and passersby watched us curiously. An old man on a bicycle wordlessly handed us a packet of cat treats to feed him. In an amazing stroke of luck, a girl walked past who worked at a cat shelter in a nearby village. She went to fetch her car, and Simon asked in the nearby shops for a cardboard box big enough to comfortably carry the cat. Unfortunately we managed to find the one cat without a fascination with cardboard boxes, and by the time Simon carried him to the car the box was shredded. So the girl, Laura, drove while Simon and I did our best to keep the cat calm and still and generally out of the windscreen in a very tiny car. I received a couple of nice scratches for my efforts but eventually he calmed down enough to sit still in my arms for the remainder of the journey. 

At the cat shelter they confirmed that he had no chip and in fact hadn’t been castrated, and so was probably a street cat. They seemed very taken with him though, so I hope he finds a good home. I couldn’t help but think how happy Phoebe would have been with the whole adventure, even if it was conducted almost entirely in German.

What a very strange day it’s been. I met Simon at Uni for lunch - he’d just arrived back from Berlin, and I overslept my usual lunchtime with the Erasmus peeps thanks to a substantial dose of anaesthetic from my dentist this morning. No sooner had we taken out coffees outside to sit on the platz than it started to… rain? I couldn’t figure out what was wrong with the rain until I realised it was actually snow, or something halfway between snow and hail. Which was bizarre considering that it had been mild and sunny only moments before.

On our way back into the city - having taken shelter from the snow/hail (snail?) in the office for a while - we happened upon a black and white cat sitting in front of the Aula looking rather confused, possibly also as a result of the weather. We could relate at that point, being somewhat dazed ourselves. The cat seemed very affectionate and stayed with us while we tried to figure out what to do with him, and passersby watched us curiously. An old man on a bicycle wordlessly handed us a packet of cat treats to feed him. In an amazing stroke of luck, a girl walked past who worked at a cat shelter in a nearby village. She went to fetch her car, and Simon asked in the nearby shops for a cardboard box big enough to comfortably carry the cat. Unfortunately we managed to find the one cat without a fascination with cardboard boxes, and by the time Simon carried him to the car the box was shredded. So the girl, Laura, drove while Simon and I did our best to keep the cat calm and still and generally out of the windscreen in a very tiny car. I received a couple of nice scratches for my efforts but eventually he calmed down enough to sit still in my arms for the remainder of the journey.

At the cat shelter they confirmed that he had no chip and in fact hadn’t been castrated, and so was probably a street cat. They seemed very taken with him though, so I hope he finds a good home. I couldn’t help but think how happy Phoebe would have been with the whole adventure, even if it was conducted almost entirely in German.

eevee2sylveon:

oscarpetergomez:

splashmama:

catbountry:

racebentdisney:

coelasquid:

snoozlebee:

leidis:

penciltests:

“Lilo and Stitch” 2002

Deleted Scene

Lilo plays a trick on the tourists.

IF YOU LIVED HERE YOU’D UNDERSTAND

I desperately need to understand

WHY

WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY

Was this scene cut from the movie??!!

Fucking christ, do you know what this would have done? What this would have meant to SO MANY people??  The truth of this is devastating. And to think it almost found it’s way into a DISNEY film??

The inclusion of this scene alone would have made it the greatest animated feature the company ever produced. Easily. And if you think that’s hyperbolic clearly you don’t understand.

No, really, if anyone knows why this was cut PLEASE let me know. 

oh man WHY WOULD they cut this, this is so great, holy MOLY

It was clearly something the crew was very reluctant to get rid of if it made it all the way to rough-clean (and in a few scenes clean!), fully inbetweened animation. That is like, thousands and thousands of dollars and weeks (months?!) of labour. Maybe a reluctant producer decided they would alienate their white middle-class American audiences by making them feel “too guilty” and pressed them to drop it? It’s unfortunate, it’s one of the most honest accounts of racism in a Disney movie (which is why it’s believable that someone got uncomfortable and made a case to get it chopped)

Designing entertainment by committee for maximum marketability is probably the most heartbreaking process in Hollywood.

I’ve been seeing this around my dash and think it deserves some more recognition!

This shit is hilarious, too.

NO WAIT SHIT

I GET IT NOW

I GET WHY SHE WAS PHOTOGRAPHING TOURISTS AS A HOBBY

SHE WAS BEING FUCKING SATIRICAL AND OBJECTIFYING

IT’S NOT BECAUSE SHE’S A DUMB KID WITH A WEIRD HOBBY IT’S BECAUSE THEY DO THAT TO HER AND HER FRIENDS AND FAMILY LIKE SHE’S SOME KIND OF FUCKING THEME PARK CHARACTER AND SHE WANTS THEM TO KNOW HOW IT FEELS

HOLY FUCKING DICKS DISNEY WHY WOULD YOU CUT THIS

This scene would have made it so much better.

seriously why did they cut this!?!?!

Disney makes a brush with greatness… so close and yet so far.

I love springtime in Germany. The Uni only looks like this for a week or two before the fragile blossoms are blown off by rain or wind, but during that time it’s just such a happy place to be.

I’ve been woefully unproductive since I got back to Göttingen, though admittedly there have been a few obstacles to my getting anything done (I’m looking at you, computer and lack of student account), but I feel like I’m probably ready to sink my teeth into some work again. It’s all just a matter of adjusting back to better habits.

The other day I got a message from the youngest bru and it made me really really miss him, and I’ve been thinking a lot about how proud I am of what an awesome and resilient person he is and how lucky I am to have such cool siblings. It’s hard because although I’ve been lucky enough to have both Deks and Beth visit me over here (and now Bethany is living close by) I know that to see Jem I’m really going to have to get back to Australia, and I get sad sometimes about not being around enough for a long time now. I trust in him though, and his ability to tackle the things life throws at him with fortitude and self-assurance. So shout out to my sibs if you guys ever read this thing (probably not?), you guys are super cool and I love you.

clocks-divorcing-ticks:

Tony Abbott approaches a group of Year 9 Newtown High School students on an excursion to Parliament House for an impromptu Q&A session — and likely regrets it.

YEP WHERE MY BLOKES AT, WOMEN ARE SO DIFFICULT AREN’T THEY TONY. GOOD THING YOU’RE NOT MINISTER FOR WOMEN OR ANYTHING… OH WAIT.

Significant props to these kids, I will never not be proud of them for they way they handled this opportunity. Beautiful. 

Today:
- People were very cool about letting me join a class trip even though I wasn’t in the class (thanks to Allison, who lent me her identity for the day while she was studying)
- We saw bears and wolves and raccoons and peacocks and a snail-hunting-task-force trio of ducks, and Lauren gave her substandard apple to the cockatiels
- Jim started a game that involved a bunch of us standing in a circle and falling over like seven year olds (and I accidentally unleashed my deadly combat skillz on Matteo)
- I remembered how to play that cowboys game we used to play in Berlin, which is still just as much fun today
- Francesca, Morgane, Eva and I broke out in spontaneous song more than once (zigga-zig ahh)
- I learned a bunch of new stuff at the Grenzlandmuseum at Eichsfeld (what is the environmental legacy of Germany’s former East-West border? What are stringently-enforced borders like around the world, and how do they affect those who live near them?)
- I met a girl who did her Erasmus in Uppsala and we enthused about Sweden for a while
- It was cold and we were all exhausted by the end of the day and I wish I’d taken a few more photos but it was still just super great

Today:

- People were very cool about letting me join a class trip even though I wasn’t in the class (thanks to Allison, who lent me her identity for the day while she was studying)

- We saw bears and wolves and raccoons and peacocks and a snail-hunting-task-force trio of ducks, and Lauren gave her substandard apple to the cockatiels

- Jim started a game that involved a bunch of us standing in a circle and falling over like seven year olds (and I accidentally unleashed my deadly combat skillz on Matteo)

- I remembered how to play that cowboys game we used to play in Berlin, which is still just as much fun today

- Francesca, Morgane, Eva and I broke out in spontaneous song more than once (zigga-zig ahh)

- I learned a bunch of new stuff at the Grenzlandmuseum at Eichsfeld (what is the environmental legacy of Germany’s former East-West border? What are stringently-enforced borders like around the world, and how do they affect those who live near them?)

- I met a girl who did her Erasmus in Uppsala and we enthused about Sweden for a while

- It was cold and we were all exhausted by the end of the day and I wish I’d taken a few more photos but it was still just super great

Look I drew marker- sketches of cool places in my home town (Uppsala).

Yesterday I missed Uppsala quite a bit, which sounds fine and normal except that I’ve never really missed anywhere while living in Göttingen before. People, sure, all the time - but never a place, not quite like this. It’s pretty nice to be able to tell people here that I’m studying my Masters in Sweden, not Sydney, and every time I do I feel a little more attached to it. I’ve always felt like I belonged in Gö, right from Day 1, but now Uppsala feels a bit like a home too.

Fortunately I’m getting some Humbariffic visitors in a few weeks and all will be well. Also these drawings are completely awesome, I recognise pretty much every location!

So, my friend is stage managing Macbeth and made this status today…

nottoooldfordisney:

fuckingmultiverse:

letsgivethesekidsashow:

honeychildplease:

image

I’m quite pleased with this.

Rapping this out loud in my empty classroom like swag.

WALK INTO THE CLUB LIKE WADDUP I AM A BIG SCOT

I’M SO PUMPED ABOUT SOME VISION THAT THE WITCHES GOT

I WILL BE THANE, SO SAYS THE PROPHECY

THAT PEOPLE LIKE “DAMN, MACBETH DESERVES GLORY”

macklebeth

"In these strangely solipsistic times, it is falsely presumed a writer’s own feeling is everything in art. It is not. Art has to have form, or it is nothing. A novel without form is a jellyfish pretending to be a white pointer. Love though, is anything but form – it is a chaotic, bewildering sense of abandonment; real, dirty, mad; a lost mind, a rapturously empty stomach; a gasp of unknowing knowing all, a confusion of events.

"Love stories, on the other hand, are galley slaves that must row to the unforgiving beat of structure and action. They must have the force of parable and the incantatory spell of fable. A love story, more than most stories, needs the most careful shaping, a strange combination of high inspiration and low cunning. If love is a cracked compass with no north, a love story must be a lodestone that leads inevitably to its own conclusion."

- Richard Flanagan, “On Love Stories and Reza Berati”
http://www.theguardian.com/world/2014/feb/27/on-love-stories-and-reza-barati

This piece of writing is full of amazing and profound statements, I highly recommend the whole thing.

It seems very unfair that a week should pass so quickly when two years has taken so long. Nonetheless it’s been a truly wonderful week in Groningen, involving more improv theatre than you can swing a cat at, many wandering strolls around the town, a not insignificant quantity of beer and tequila, and catch ups of all varieties. If I didn’t have such an extremely long to-do list I’d be tempted to linger in the town; however, time marches on and there are houses to be moved into and new friends to make and yes, perhaps, even an IP paper to be written (assuming I can ever revive my poor abused computer, which seems to have given up the ghost last night).

It seems very unfair that a week should pass so quickly when two years has taken so long. Nonetheless it’s been a truly wonderful week in Groningen, involving more improv theatre than you can swing a cat at, many wandering strolls around the town, a not insignificant quantity of beer and tequila, and catch ups of all varieties. If I didn’t have such an extremely long to-do list I’d be tempted to linger in the town; however, time marches on and there are houses to be moved into and new friends to make and yes, perhaps, even an IP paper to be written (assuming I can ever revive my poor abused computer, which seems to have given up the ghost last night).