Always good to repost a reminder every now and again.
Saul Bass: Film Title Sequences— It’s a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World, Anatomy of a Murder, Something Wild, North by Northwest, Edge of the City, Psycho, The Man With the Golden Arm, Goodfellas, Cowboy, Spartacus, Bunny Lake Is Missing, Vertigo
Too cool.
(via gritsinmisery)
bm13:
That day, Vader was amazed to discover that when Boba was saying “As you wish”, what he meant was, “I love you.”
#have been laughing for approximately 5000 years at this joke #oh my god #that is hilarious #i am trying so hard not to laugh out loud in the office
This just made me seriously choke on my breakfast due to laughter
Ha.
(via thesockmonkeyrenegade)
The Lord of the Rings: Loyal Steeds of Middle Earth
EXCUSE ME EVERYONE. YOU MISSED ONE.
BILL THE MOTHER FUCKING PONY IS THE MOST BAD ASS PONY TO EVER PONY.
SIT THE FUCK DOWN AND LEMME TELL YOU SOMETHING.
BILL WAS AN OLD FUCKING PONY, AND WHEN THEY BOUGHT HIM IN BREE, EVERYONE SCOFFED. “YOU’VE PAYED TOO MUCH FOR THAT PONY.” THEY SAID.
BUT THEY WERE WRONG.
BILL FUCKING MADE IT WITH THE FELLOWSHIP ALL THE WAY TO THE MINES OF MORIA. AND THEN THE WATCHER IN THE WATER ATTACKS, AND SAM THINKS BILL IS DEAD. BUT IS HE? NO THIS BADASS MOTHERFUCKING PONY HOOFS HIS BUTT ALL THE WAY BACK TO BREE ON HIS LONESOME, WHERE HE FUCKING WAITS FOR SAM, AND THEN HELPS THEM AT THE BATTLE OF BYWATER BY GIVING HIS FORMER ABUSIVE MASTER A SWIFT KICK IN THE BEHIND.
BILL THE PONY FOR PRESIDENT OF MIDDLE EARTH.
Oh hell yes.
I have one of my grandmother’s old phone books. It is old enough, and our town was small enough at the time, that only the last five digits were listed for each phone. The book was sorted into sections by the names given to the exchanges represented by the first two digits. I don’t remember all of them, but our section of town was TUxedo; all the exchanges started with “8-8”. You would occasionally hear an “old person” — including my great-aunt, who had been a switchboard operator for the phone company — give out their number with the named exchange, like “Tuxedo-3, 0-5-5-7” and everyone knew to dial “883-0557.”
When we bought this house, it came with a rotary phone wired directly into the wall. I haven’t been able to bring myself to get rid of it, though, because it’s the same type of phone I used growing up.
Ours was “Oilfield 8”. Actually I think this was true everywhere, even big cities, for a long time. Then it became a 2-letter abbreviation - so OL8 - then after that they finally went to numbers.
This one seems to be making the rounds again, and it still one of the top posts from this tumblr, so here you go again.
I gotta reblog Lucius and his hair.
