Ramblings of a Rambler

thugkitchen: You can’t have a legit BBQ without a badass...

Wed, 22 May 2013 19:14:59 -0400

You can’t have a legit BBQ without a badass potato salad. But don’t be a dick and buy that nasty shit at the store. Make this instead; it is cheap as fuck and super easy. You can even leave it in the sun for a minute and it won’t get all gross like that potatomayo nonsense they try to pass off as a salad. People don’t deserve that basic, bland shit.

FRESH HERB POTATO SALAD

1 1/2 pounds of small red or Yukon gold potatoes

1 teaspoon Dijon mustard

3 tablespoons white wine vinegar

2 tablespoons lemon juice (about 1 lemons)

¼ cup extra virgin olive oil

2 cloves of garlic

1/3 cup shredded carrot (I used 1 normal-sized carrot. Don’t try to grate baby carrots; you will fuck your hand up)

¼ cup of chopped chives (you can use green onions to save some cash)

¼ cup chopped dill

salt and pepper

Cut your potatoes in half or until they are in pieces that you can actually put in your mouth. Nobody should need a knife to eat potato salad, that shit is fucked. Boil some water in a medium pot, add a pinch of salt, and the potatoes. Boil them until you can easily stab a fork through one, like 10-15 minutes depending on the size of your potatoes. If you cook them too long they start falling apart and your salad will be a fucking mess. Set a timer if your ass is easily distracted.

While the potatoes cook, cut up the garlic into a bunch of tiny pieces. Mix together the mustard, vinegar, lemon juice, oil, and garlic in a small glass. Drain the potatoes and put them in a large bowl. Add the dressing and toss it all together. Add the carrots, herbs, and a little salt and pepper and mix them in. Let the salad sit in the fridge for at least 30 minutes so that the potatoes can soak in all the flavor. If it looks dry after that then add a little more vinegar and olive oil and stir that bitch. Make this shit the day before you go somewhere and keep it in the fridge. Nobody will know the fucking difference.

Serves 4 as a side

actualy quiete haelthy

audiovision: Artist David Thomas Smith stitched together...

Wed, 22 May 2013 17:07:28 -0400

audiovision:

Artist David Thomas Smith stitched together thousands of Google Earth photos to create these Persian rug inspired photos.

See more of his work at The Copper House Gallery and see some awesome Google Earth time lapses of Southern California on KPCC’s Without A Net blog.

My father's a genius

Tue, 21 May 2013 23:02:13 -0400

So… being the naive do-good attention seeker that he is, my father decided to go visit one of his coworkers (who he did not have any connection with by the way) who was a patient at the intensive burn unit at UNC with guess what? Flesh eating bacteria. This guy felt like he had a cold, got really sick later in the day, went to the ER, next thing he knows, he’s been in a coma for a month and lost all his skin (And looks like something from another planet).

So, ignoring the suggestions of medical personnel, my dad doesn’t just go once, he goes twice, and interacts with this guy for a few hours.

Now, for all of us other regular folks, we’d google the disease first before doing something so stupid. Turns out, this disease is extremely contagious to those with open wounds and a compromised immune system.

Guess what? Both him and I are recovering from severe sunburns from our fishing trip and (shedding skin, open sores) on top of that, I had cuts from when I wrestled with my coworker’s dog. Best of all? I’ve got a sore throat.

Finally to really stick a cherry on top of it all, I found out about all of this a few minutes ago. Two days after his first visit with this dude.

Basically, if I die, I want one of you to go to my funeral and call him an idiot.

themeeg: tin-pan-ali: taking-the-tardis-to-asgard: mymahoganym...

Mon, 20 May 2013 19:51:37 -0400

themeeg:

tin-pan-ali:

taking-the-tardis-to-asgard:

mymahoganymyrules:

maslab:

jykinturah:

nomiros:

takeshitakenji:

“Someone should write a book where the main character slowly falls in love with the reader.”

Last line of the book : “Please, don’t close the book, I don’t want to die”

oh my god

I’d just like, keep the book open and tape it to a wall.

I’m almost afraid to want it.

John Green, we’re waiting.

“So I guess this is it, isn’t it? There are no more chapters, right? You said we were getting close and that was a while ago.”

I stared up into the sky, it was the same old sky there had always been, except for some rainclouds that hadn’t been there a few minutes ago. It wasn’t raining, but they were still floating up there, grey and dismal.

You begin to ask me something.

“Don’t ask me how I know, I just do. Things just feel really final right now, like the downward slope is starting to level out. Eventually… We’ll hit the back cover, right?”

I sat down on a bench- had that been there a few minutes ago? It was hard to tell.

“Did you say yes? I think I heard you. Your voice keeps getting harder to hear.”

Thunder rumbled, but… It wasn’t like the thunder I’m used to. It sounded like you, and it sounded sad. From one of the clouds, a single drop of rain fell on the grainy wood of the bench.

“… You’re crying, aren’t you? I’m sorry, I’m really sorry. I wish I could change this. I wish I could reach where you are.”

Thunder rolled again, and behind it was a voice. Your voice.

“Me? I’ll be fine, I think. I don’t know if this has ever happened before. I don’t really know what happens when you… close the book.”

You ask me if I’m afraid.

And oddly, I’m not.

“No, actually. Because… Whatever happens to me when you close the cover… You can always open the book up again, right?” and that’s when the answer hits me, the realization jolting me to stand again. “That’s it, isn’t it? You can open it back up. The words won’t change, but I’ll still be here. You can meet me all over again, and I can meet you, and everything we have will come back.”

It’s raining now, and the clouds have merged together, and in them, for the first time… I see you.

You are the most beautiful person I have ever seen in my entire life.

You’re crying, but it’s quiet, and maybe that was the sound of your tears hitting paper.

I realize that we don’t have a lot of time.

“Listen- before it’s all over- I want you to know that everything, all of this… Even being over, it was worth it. It was worth it to meet you, to get to know you. Even if when you close that cover and I disappear- it was all worth it. I love you.”

You love me too, I know it, I can feel it, just like for a moment I can feel what it would be like to hold your hand.

There is a very long pause, and I realize you’re prolonging what has to happen.

“You can do it.”

For the first time, you have to be the hero. You have to close the book so we can keep going. And I believe in you.

The sky gets darker, slowly, but then it gets light again, and your face is still up in those clouds. You open your mouth and for the first time I HEAR you, not just feel what you’re saying or understand you in my own head, your voice comes through the pages in your world and into the reality of mine, and it reverberates and I can hear every little nuance, down to the hitch from you crying.

“I’ll never forget you,” you say. “I’ll come back soon.”

The end.

SOMEONE DID AND NOW IM EMOTIONAL

Huh… Didn’t see this sweep through tumblr…

cabbagerose: via: missniki cabbagerose: For you. What is that...

Mon, 20 May 2013 18:13:40 -0400

cabbagerose:

via: missniki

cabbagerose:

For you.

What is that and how can I make it apparate into my mouth?

staff: Dom went to do a press check for our new batch of...

Sat, 18 May 2013 01:03:25 -0400

staff:

Dom went to do a press check for our new batch of business cards

WHAT IS THIS AND WHERE CAN I BUILD ONE

"I wish there was a way to know you’re in the good ol’ days before you’ve actually..."

Thu, 16 May 2013 22:50:03 -0400

“I wish there was a way to know you’re in the good ol’ days before you’ve actually left them”

I got a package tday

Wed, 15 May 2013 21:32:02 -0400

and now there are no more excuses.

When I try to inspire people

Tue, 14 May 2013 09:23:15 -0400

whatshouldwecallme:

Expectation:

Reality:

thefuuuucomics: Finally your pets are useful… lol

Tue, 14 May 2013 09:18:38 -0400

thefuuuucomics:

Finally your pets are useful…

lol

A Final Embrace: The Most Haunting Photograph from Bangladesh

Wed, 08 May 2013 23:11:54 -0400

A Final Embrace: The Most Haunting Photograph from Bangladesh:

Many powerful photographs have been made in the aftermath of the devastating collapse of a garment factory on the outskirts of Dhaka, Bangladesh. But one photo, by Bangladeshi photographer Taslima Akhter, has emerged as the most heart wrenching, capturing an entire country’s grief in a single image.

ripsher: As part of a talk yesterday, I used one of my photos...

Sun, 05 May 2013 02:42:21 -0400

ripsher:

As part of a talk yesterday, I used one of my photos from Singapore to help demonstrate the problem with Feature Creep. These are air conditioning units on an ice cream factory.

“Feature creep, creeping featurism or featuritis is the ongoing expansion or addition of new features in a product, such as in computer software. Extra features go beyond the basic function of the product and so can result in over-complication rather than simple design.” (source: Wikipedia.com)

I find this strangely attractive…

AMAZINGGgg

Fri, 03 May 2013 02:55:00 -0400

AMAZINGGgg

"Well, let it pass, he thought; April is over, April is over. There are all kinds of love in the..."

Wed, 01 May 2013 22:18:02 -0400

““Well, let it pass, he thought; April is over, April is over. There are all kinds of love in the world, but never the same love twice.””

- F. Scott Fitzgerald, ‘The Sensible Thing’ (via quotewhore)

thefuuuucomics: Why the wedding ring is worn on the fourth...

Tue, 30 Apr 2013 22:44:53 -0400

thefuuuucomics:

Why the wedding ring is worn on the fourth finger: The Chinese give a beautiful explanation to this. The thumb represents your parents. The index finger represents your siblings. The middle finger represents yourself. The ring finger represents your life partner. The little finger/pinky represents your children. Hold your hands together like the picture. Join your middle fingers back-to-back, and the remaining fingers tip-to-tip. Now, try to separate your thumbs. They will separate because your parents are not destined to live with you forever. Rejoin your thumbs and separate your index fingers. They will separate because your siblings will have their own families and lead their own lives. Rejoin your index fingers and separate your little fingers/pinkies. They will separate because your children will grow up, get married, and settle down. Rejoin your little fingers/pinkies and try to separate your ring finger. They will not be able to separate because your life partner is meant to be with you throughout your entire life, through thick and thin.

was skeptical but then was like DAYMN

Just had a dream where there was a huge tsunami and I was carried on top of it to a place far away....

Sun, 28 Apr 2013 09:51:35 -0400

Just had a dream where there was a huge tsunami and I was carried on top of it to a place far away. Also in that dream, I played dead, lots of other people died, and I met an old friend. I think those Japanese engineers need to hurry up and finish that dream rendering device so I can watch it again for analysis. It’s so vivid I can still remember the exact faces of people I don’t recognize as well as the contents of a purse.

Thankfully I was awakened by abnoxious screaming.

Oh yeah and somewhere in there I switched jobs

Sure it’s ok for a girl to say it but when it’s part...

Sun, 28 Apr 2013 09:38:33 -0400

Sure it’s ok for a girl to say it but when it’s part a dude’s dialogue he’s suddenly a prospective cannibal…

dat gestalt..

Fri, 26 Apr 2013 17:09:06 -0400

dat gestalt..

ummhello: Lunch.

Fri, 26 Apr 2013 14:11:34 -0400

ummhello:

Lunch.

YOU

Wed, 24 Apr 2013 23:42:45 -0400

YOU