Intense Excitement.

merlin:

The Sound of Music (film) - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Just noted in passing:

1. “The Sound of Music Theme”
2. “Maria”
3. “I Have Confidence”
4. “Sixteen Going on Seventeen”
5. “My Favorite Things”
6. “Do-Re-Mi”

All six songs were introduced in the first sixty minutes of The Sound of Music.

If, like me, you’re not a skilled mathematician, let me share some casual cipherin’ that this averages out to one classic standard of popular music per ten filmed minutes.

That’s…insane.

knolting:

tastefullyoffensive:

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HA!

eschergirls:

euniko submitted:

sexual superhero

LOL XD

Originally from Mundsen’s Bar (the comic has since been removed from the site for a reason I don’t know), and written by Martha Thomases and Valerie (D’Orazio) Gallagher, and drawn by Norm Breyfogle.

I’d buy a Black Canary blues album.

(Source: incognitomoustache)

weirdvintage:

George Burns and Gracie Allen for Spam, 1940 (via Vintage Ad Browser)

paulftompkins:

All I wanted to do was just hang out here on weekends, just to unwind and chill out— watch a dog get neutered, a kitten take a pill. Maybe see a hamster get thrown in the trash. Then one day this guy said, Hey, wanna try something wild? Well, he took me to a different animal hospital, a much more intense one, and it. Was. A RUSH. Have you ever seen a rhino get a tonsillectomy? Ever seen a giraffe hooked up to a dialysis machine? Man, it’s like nothing else. Now I need more and more and I’m out of control. I’m watching crocodiles get skin tags removed like 5, 6 times a day. Oops! Somehow I died from this? Now I’m in heaven with all the trash-can hamsters! LEARN FROM MY MISTAKES, KIDS!

Paul F. Tompkins, one our finest humans.

Bruce Lee had me up to three miles a day, really at a good pace. We’d run the three miles in twenty-one or twenty-two minutes. Just under eight minutes a mile [Note: when running on his own in 1968, Lee would get his time down to six-and-a half minutes per mile]. So this morning he said to me “We’re going to go five.” I said, “Bruce, I can’t go five. I’m a helluva lot older than you are, and I can’t do five.” He said, “When we get to three, we’ll shift gears and it’s only two more and you’ll do it.” I said “Okay, hell, I’ll go for it.” So we get to three, we go into the fourth mile and I’m okay for three or four minutes, and then I really begin to give out. I’m tired, my heart’s pounding, I can’t go any more and so I say to him, “Bruce if I run any more,” –and we’re still running-”if I run any more I’m liable to have a heart attack and die.” He said, “Then die.” It made me so mad that I went the full five miles. Afterward I went to the shower and then I wanted to talk to him about it. I said, you know, “Why did you say that?” He said, “Because you might as well be dead. Seriously, if you always put limits on what you can do, physical or anything else, it’ll spread over into the rest of your life. It’ll spread into your work, into your morality, into your entire being. There are no limits. There are plateaus, but you must not stay there, you must go beyond them. If it kills you, it kills you. A man must constantly exceed his level.”

(Source: insearchforknowledge)

historical-nonfiction:

Gregory Scarpa, Sr. was an enforcer for the Colombo crime family, specifically for the boss Carmine Persico. He was responsible for at least three murders in 1991. In addition to being a murderer, Scarpa was also racist. He despised African Americans. In fact, in 1986, he underwent emergency ulcer surgery at Victory Memorial Hospital in Brooklyn. He refused blood donations from the local blood bank because he feared that the blood may have been donated by African Americans.

Instead, he took blood donations from several family members and associates. One associate was mobster Paul Mele, who was a body builder and steroid user. Mele had contracted HIV from a dirty needle and ended up passing it on to Scarpa. It eventually progressed into AIDS which caused the death of the mobster. So Scarpa died from being a racist.

(Source: joala)