$10 and a Cheesesteak

My thoughts, opinions, and reactions to the world we live in.

You just have to keep driving down the road. It’s going to bend and curve and you’ll speed up and slow down, but the road keeps going.

—― Ellen DeGeneres (via projectunbreakable)

How is that for a patriotic tattoo!? Happy Forth of July.

How is that for a patriotic tattoo!? Happy Forth of July.

fraudulentfeminist:

getting-fit-staying-fab:

wheresthespring:

jonesmadeatumblr:

asgardiancherrypudding:

WHERE IS YOUR GOD NOW, GENDER ROLES?

This is actually probably the best way to do things.

I’ve reblogged this before but I can’t not.

ngl I thought this was like a little game to trick people so the one with no urinal didn’t have a toilet in at all.

Oh. My. God. No.

I would NOT be comfortable going into a bathroom without a urinal and have a man follow me in there because he also didn’t need to use a urinal. I don’t care if I am also at risk of being attacked by a female, at least our strength capabilities are more evenly matched, and I could probably take her on.

Having a man who will be much stronger than I, follow me into a room full of easily locked cubicles, where the doors have small gaps that can be looked through, where we are in a confined space, where the only thing separating my naked vulnerability on a toilet seat is a 18mm thick chipboard door, is incredibly dangerous.

I do not believe all men are rapists. People who think that way disgust me. However, I do believe that most men would find it unacceptable to share public restrooms with females, out of respect for their privacy. Therefore, the only men who think that sharing a public restroom (which can often have open changing/dressing areas or enclosed showers) is acceptable are probably very questionable characters. So if we start pushing this bullshit of “with/without urinal” door signs then we are simply making it easier for pedophiles, creeps, and potentially rapists to stalk women into bathrooms where they are more easily subdued, without creating alarm because it is now acceptable for them to enter these restrooms. 

All because some special snowflakes can’t handle the words ‘male’ and ‘female’

- fraudulentfeminst

(Source: ethantate)

Ok, so i hate hipsters. I brew beer at home andi only really like good quality beers. I enjoy traveling and finding that hole in the wall place that has some great small batch beer that is paired with food in a way i never thought of or a classic way that is done to perfection. I love food….all food….ok not ALL food, i don’t see myself eating bugs and shit like that. I like all these things (beer, food, quirky places to eat) because being 31 years old I’ve become bored with the same old ,same old. I want to find new stuff to put in my face. Now, on the scene are “hipsters” and because i like all of the above mentioned, people say “oh look at this guy trying to be cool and trendy by eating and drinking so and so beer at so and so restaurant”. No, I’m just trying to feed my face. To me these trendy, hipster kids are annoying. Now, every where i find that’s unique and good is filled with trucker hat wearing skinny goof balls who look like they are wearing the fucking uniform of assholes. I don’t know why this bugs me so much. I really don’t. They are folks enjoying beer and food like me. It just seems they may not be enjoying it for the same reasons. They seem to be there because it’s “cool” to do this now. The micro-brew pub is the new club. I wonder when the coolness wears off and the trend winds shift if these kids will be there. I hope not. I know i will be, I’m a fat guy. I am lead not by a trend or the cool kids, i go wear my belly leads me.

Ok, so i hate hipsters. I brew beer at home andi only really like good quality beers. I enjoy traveling and finding that hole in the wall place that has some great small batch beer that is paired with food in a way i never thought of or a classic way that is done to perfection. I love food….all food….ok not ALL food, i don’t see myself eating bugs and shit like that. I like all these things (beer, food, quirky places to eat) because being 31 years old I’ve become bored with the same old ,same old. I want to find new stuff to put in my face. Now, on the scene are “hipsters” and because i like all of the above mentioned, people say “oh look at this guy trying to be cool and trendy by eating and drinking so and so beer at so and so restaurant”. No, I’m just trying to feed my face. To me these trendy, hipster kids are annoying. Now, every where i find that’s unique and good is filled with trucker hat wearing skinny goof balls who look like they are wearing the fucking uniform of assholes. I don’t know why this bugs me so much. I really don’t. They are folks enjoying beer and food like me. It just seems they may not be enjoying it for the same reasons. They seem to be there because it’s “cool” to do this now. The micro-brew pub is the new club. I wonder when the coolness wears off and the trend winds shift if these kids will be there. I hope not. I know i will be, I’m a fat guy. I am lead not by a trend or the cool kids, i go wear my belly leads me.

"Look again at that dot. That’s here. That’s home. That’s us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every "superstar," every "supreme leader," every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there-on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.

The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner, how frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that, in glory and triumph, they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot.

Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the Universe, are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity, in all this vastness, there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves.

The Earth is the only world known so far to harbor life. There is nowhere else, at least in the near future, to which our species could migrate. Visit, yes. Settle, not yet. Like it or not, for the moment the Earth is where we make our stand.

It has been said that astronomy is a humbling and character-building experience. There is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly with one another, and to preserve and cherish the pale blue dot, the only home we’ve ever known.

-Carl Sagan

"Look again at that dot. That’s here. That’s home. That’s us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every "superstar," every "supreme leader," every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there-on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.

The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner, how frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that, in glory and triumph, they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot.

Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the Universe, are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity, in all this vastness, there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves.

The Earth is the only world known so far to harbor life. There is nowhere else, at least in the near future, to which our species could migrate. Visit, yes. Settle, not yet. Like it or not, for the moment the Earth is where we make our stand.

It has been said that astronomy is a humbling and character-building experience. There is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly with one another, and to preserve and cherish the pale blue dot, the only home we’ve ever known.

-Carl Sagan

The worst kind of dreams are the ones that are really just flashbacks to painful memories that we are forced to relive with vivid detail. The ones that wake you up in a startled and shaken state. I hope something funny is on TV