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Except for the inaccuracies surrounding the pronunciation of ‘tulaberries’ and what series they were in, and where that series took place, this animated version of Badger’s speech on last night’s ‘Breaking Bad’ is pretty great.

I don’t care about the Harlem Shake, but I FREAKING LOVE ‘Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs’.

by Tom Haugomat & Bruno Mangyoku
music: Glass Candy – Digital Versicolor
sound design: Alexandre Poirier

At last! ‘Marcel the Shell with Shoes On, Two! First part here. Other possible titles for this post: “We actually slept eight to the muffin.” “[background] zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz” “I’m sorry, could I have a drip of water?”

The most delightful thing I’ve seen in a long time. io9 calls it “a delightfully weird cartoon about a trigonometry-loving T-Rex” and that about sums it up.

NSFW, spoilers, awesomeness.

via College Humor via Jeff

by David Wolter

via Renee

via Eric

via tiffany

Did I ever tell you guys about my wisdom teeth debacle? I got them removed when I was a freshman in high school. The procedure itself wasn’t painful—I was under full anesthesia—but when I started to come out of the drug-induced fog, I had the uncontrollable urge to cry. I wasn’t sad, or upset, just physically needed to cry. My mom told me she experienced something similar when she’d had general anesthesia for her tonsils, so I didn’t panic too much. Actually, I was still way too drugged up to experience any strong emotions.

Recovery sucked. I couldn’t eat solid foods and quickly got tired of herbed mashed potatoes. I was in a lot of pain, and the painkillers I was prescribed made me extremely nauseated and I had to resort to Advil or something, which did NOT cut it. Eventually I healed up a bit, my face wasn’t swollen anymore, and no one else could tell that I had big stitched up wounds inside my mouth. I went back to school; things seemed to be going well. Then, at least a week after the surgery, when I felt great and pretty much healed and everything…

I was on stage rehearsing our fall play, “Charlotte’s Web”. I hadn’t done anything unusual—hadn’t gargled acid or gotten punched in the face—I was just standing there on my marks. And then. My mouth FILLED WITH BLOOD. A gushing stream of warm blood was coming out of one of the upper wounds (which I had thought was healed). I had to run off-stage to the bathroom to spit out my mouthful of blood and shove some toilet paper up in the oozing hole and wait it out.

I don’t really remember the immediate fallout of the mouth o’ blood incident, but I do remember that for months afterwards, when I sneezed or inhaled with my mouth just so, I could feel cold air going in my mouth, up through the hole in my gums and jaw, through my sinuses and out my nose.

Everything is fine now (well, mostly – have I mentioned the possible problem with one of the nerves in my face?), but when Ellen sent me this animation, I couldn’t help but experience some very strong sense memories. Maybe next time I’ll tell you about the other time I ended up with a mouth (and throat) full of blood. Fun times!

via Movieline via Ellen

via terry

gorgeous and delightful stop-motion animation by pahnl using photographs of oxford and light stencils. I want that dog!

you can purchase stills on pahnl’s website

via dooce

I’d never seen this before! thanks cameron :)