Speak not to me of memes, child. I remember a time before the coming of Astley. I was there when the hamster first began to dance; I saw the frog spin and the hat fly with my own eyes; when the stick-tribes marched to war and slaughter, I marched with them. I endured the dark times when the terrible hunger of Mr. T cast its shadow across the land, and I saw the Mochrie rise from the ashes to challenge the Son of God. You know nothing of memes.
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Nothing against Chester, I love Chester, but can you imagine this moment if it was Cisco?
this poor fucking bird:
And you may tell yourself, “this is not my beautiful nest”
And you may tell yourself, “this is not my beautiful mate”
yeah sorry i just don't think i can make it out tonight. i have to pick up my wife from her murder trial.
yes of course she did it. why do you think i married her.
Anonymous asked:
How big is the ball pit area going to be?
dashcon answered:
I don’t know the exact dimensions right now, okay
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What’s not apparent from the Dashcon photographs is that the ball pit was more than eight hundred feet deep.
Storytime!
Back in high school, I was already a big Stephen King fan. My parents enrolled me in the Stephen King Library, which got me all his hardcovers as they came out, and an older book in HC once every two months or whatever. I miss it…but I digress.
For most of my HS years, I got the yearly Stephen King calendar to hang on my bedroom door. One year, there was a picture of Tim Curry’s Pennywise. IIRC, it was of him standing near the entrace to the sewers, holding balloons.
Except there was a…problem. Hanging on my door, and the way I slept at the time, I basically was staring RIGHT at this image of a horror movie clown *all night long*. With the dim, murky light from a nightlight in the bathroom skulking down the hallway and very dimly lighting it up. It was JUST enough to make it clear what the image was.
For that *entire month* I had to switch to the previous or next month, because this was all JUST unsettling enough that there was no way to get to sleep staring at that image as it was literally staring back at me, no matter how much I intellectually knew it was Tim Curry, in a movie, of a completely fictional entity. I don’t even find Pennywise that scary! But talk about all the right elements.