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unicornology:

i need to watch this movie.

soupsoup:

britticisms:

mathewparkin

What is your damage, Heather?

Oh this movie. One of my favorite quotes in the history of ever:

“Dear Diary, my teen-angst bullshit now has a body count.”

Also:

“Grow up Heather, bulimia’s so ‘87.”

Plus:

“My son’s a homosexual, and I love him. I love my dead gay son.”

And let’s not forget:

“Football season is over, Veronica. Kurt and Ram had nothing left to offer the school except for date rapes and AIDS jokes.”

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Sidenote: For my peer education and theory class, I told my classmates that Heathers was one of my favorite movies and everyone stated that they’d never seen it. Depressing. Then, when I explained the movies premise (“Uh…it’s about this girl named Veronica…and this guy named JD…and teen suicide…but not really. I mean, they make them look like suicides but they really killed her frenemies…”) everyone sat in their seats with blank looks on their faces. Right.

A classic.

La peor tira cómica de la historia

“When I seek out films for my Worst Cartoons Ever! screenings or Cartoon Dump I look for animation so bad it’s unintentionally funny. So when I came across a batch of old issues of My Weekly Reader I had in stashed my archives and found this comic strip - Uncle Funny Bunny and Chumpy - I felt I’d found a comics equivalent to Paddy The Pelican and Bucky and Pepito: the lamest comic strip ever created! Mesmerizingly so. I just had to share. Click on thumbnails below to read some samples.
Admittedly it’s aimed at children, and produced in the more innocent era of the early 50s. But the consistently corny gags, the awful stiff artwork… surely this takes the prize. Unless one considers the Weekly Reader’s back up strip: Loki, Your Fuzzy Forest Friend.”

Jerry Beck, cartoonbrew.com

(Via Boing Boing)

Maravillas de la triple exposición de Holga: árboles en el agua.

  (del estupendo flickr de laurari)