If you’d gone to a publisher in 1981 with a proposal for a science-fiction novel that consisted of a really clear and simple description of the world today, they’d have read your proposal and said, Well, it’s impossible. This is ridiculous. This doesn’t even make any sense. … Fossil fuels have been discovered to be destabilizing the planet’s climate, with possibly drastic consequences. There’s an epidemic, highly contagious, lethal sexual disease that destroys the human immune system, raging virtually uncontrolled throughout much of Africa. New York has been attacked by Islamist fundamentalists, who have destroyed the two tallest buildings in the city, and the United States in response has invaded Afghanistan and Iraq. … You haven’t even gotten to the Internet. By the time you were telling about the Internet, they’d be showing you the door. It’s just too much science fiction.

I love the 356, mostly for how it looks, as its performance is…underwhelming, but hell it looks good.

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just for a dose of reality, in any Army in the world, this corporal would reply

"Hey Sir, whats your fucking problem?"

he would still do it, but not like that…

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theblackship:

chongthenomad:

milk-drink:

This is, and forever will be, one of my favourite movie scenes ever.

Motherfucker do you comprehend the intensity of that scene? Do you?

They pictured the feeling of tasting something that takes you way fucking back in time and makes you remember a certain moment of your life, a taste so comforting that makes you remember how happy you were back then.

MOTHER FUCKING PIXAR.

AND THE THING IS

OUT OF ALL OF THE THINGS THAT COULD HAVE IMPRESSED EGO

IT WAS A SIMPLE DISH THAT WAS CONSIDERED A ‘PEASANT’ DISH.

FUCKING PIXAR YO.

Fucking Pixar indeed. Yo.