The Chap Olympiad, London’s Annual Contest of Gentlemanly Prowess
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I have been disqualified under grounds of villainy. I do not protest the ruling, I protest the rules.
Monthly Archives: September 2012
I stumbled upon a National Treasure yesterday.
I was walking down 3rd Avenue when I noticed an old man in a wheelchair. He was being pushed by a caretaker. Despite his physical condition, he had dressed with extreme care. He wore an outlandish yellow outfit. Everything about him was yellow, from his shades to his socks. Intrigued by his appearance, I bent down and asked for a photograph. He silently nodded approval.
After I’d taken his photograph, his caretaker offered a formal introduction: “This is Banana George,” she said, “the world’s oldest barefoot waterskier. He’s 97 now. When he was 92, he set the world record for the oldest person to waterski barefoot.”
Banana George didn’t even begin waterskiing until he was 40. But it soon became his passion. So much so that he began doing shows at Cypress Gardens— hopping jumps and riding with women on his shoulders. In the course of his career, he’s broken his back 4 times. He’s also broken his ankle, knee, and eleven ribs. Banana George waterskied until the last possible moment. I’ve seen footage of a very old George being pulled through the water in a wheelchair-on-skis, smiling like a madman.Here you can see a short video I found of Banana George skiing on his 90th birthday: http://bit.ly/ri0bD3
Banana George is a testament to loving life, and he deserves to be celebrated. I discovered that his family set up a fan page for him. It only has 835 people so far. Let’s show George how much we love his spirit, and join his fan group: http://on.fb.me/P0f087
Oh man… My showers are like 30 minutes, 45 when I shave. But my baths are like 2-3 hours long… I must be so lonely…
I love a good, long bath. When I eventually remodel, I need to find a tub that has a heating thing of some sort.
“The X-Ray Fiend”, 1897
young-raven answered your question: The Gentleman’s pictures, in response to an anon…
O.O you really are handsome and very snazzy.
::grin:: thank you kindly
If you can he hear his voice so clearly you almost thought you were watching the film…
spyderkl replied to your photoset: The Gentleman’s pictures, in response to an anon…
Hello, handsome!
::humble but pleased smile::
::whistles innocently::
Posted this on ESC last night. Meant it to go here too, damnit Tumblr.
…good… good…
Planning out Evil Supply Co: Year One
Idly hoping the first few projects don’t flop terribly. Mild, uncomfortable chuckle.
nakedghosts answered your question: The Gentleman’s pictures, in response to an anon…
oOo how dashing!
I do try!
mamajules1975 replied to your photoset: The Gentleman’s pictures, in response to an anon…
Handsome gent!
Thank y’kindly love!
This is the cemetery. The good bones are in here, the bad bones are out there, beyond the church wall, beyond the pale, unsanctified.
The bad bones behaved badly, perhaps because of bad blood, bad luck, bad childhoods. Anyway, they did not treat their bodies well. Walked them over cliff edges, jumped them off bell-towers. Tried to fly. Broke things.
The good bones lie snug under their tidy monuments. They have been given brooches to wear, signet rings, poems carved on stone, marble urns, citations. Circlets of bright hair. They have been worthy and dutiful, they deserve it. That’s what it says here: the last word.
The bad bones have been bad, so they are better left unsaid. They are better left unsaying. But they were never happy, they always wanted more, they were always hungry. They can smell the words, the words coming out of your mouth all warm and yeasty. They want some words of their own. They’ll be back.
Good Bones, Margaret Atwood (via lambandserpent)
The Gentleman’s pictures, in response to an anon request.
This is off the Bermuda Triangle, where 16+ ships washed up on a sand bar. The mystery is still unsolved
Actually the mystery of the Bermuda Triangle has been given a scientific explanation: methane vents which have been discovered in that region.
Methane reduces the density of water, causing ships that would normally float, to instead sink.
Methane, when in gas form, messes with the electrical components of aircraft, causing them to fail and sometimes fall right out of the sky.
Methane also causes the water to turn a ghostly greenish color, and the “ghost ships” reported to be seen are simply green reflections of the ships that scatter the bottom of the triangle.
Fucking science, man.
Just a quick little something I whipped up!
Hahahaha, this gent has skill for damn sure.
F.Y.I.
O’Fallon’s pumpkin beer is really tasty this year!
Venom Body Paint
Painted by Georgette (Devious Body Art)
Reblogging for Mue and Onica
DEAD.
Amazing.
SCIENCE!
Super cute…but why is the Bride naked?
Because it is a take on a famous painting (the woman was nude)
See what your followers think of you.
See what your followers thinks of you.
BLACK = I would date you.
GREEN = I think you’re cute.
BLUE = You are my tumblr crush.
GREY = I wish you would notice me.
PURPLE = I don’t talk to you but I really love your blog.
TEAL = We have a lot in common.
YELLOW = FUCK ME.
ORANGE = I don’t like your blog.
BROWN = I don’t like you.
PINK = I think you are unattractive.
RED = I hate you with a burning passion.
WHITE = MARRY ME.
new photos from scott chalmers photography.
go ‘ave a peek.
Hello hello hello you gorgeous creature.
Yes I reblogged this earlier. I don’t care.
Suits. They work on women, they work on men. They are the ultimate seduction weapon. WHY AREN’T MORE PEOPLE WEARING THEM CONSTANTLY?!
I dress in jeans and tshirts on the weekends because I’m typically building, painting, baking wildly, or hauling something into or out of Grimwood. But during the week? Or when I go out? Suit up. Always.
This happened.
Guy at the bar: At best you’re only a quarter Irish!
Gentleman: That’s a quarter more than I need to kick your ass!
Both: Laughing and drinking Guinness.
Time to put these up around the park.
are you satan, or
Im going to do this before halloween.
Immediate image in my brain: Kris and I, in the hotel room after the Adam Ant concert, rolling around laughing on the bed. Laughing so hard we can’t breathe, about calling people potatoes as Kelly watches shaking his head and chuckling at us.
Ridiculousness is such a source of giddy joy, and that’s why the people I love so much are the ones I can be so utterly ridiculous with.
Betelgeuse.
Betelgeuse.
Betelgeuse.
::looks around expectantly::
One of these days it’ll work.
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…posted without comment.
Me to my alarm clock in the morning.
…story of my life.
“Alcohol, discovered by Prohibition agents during a raid on an illegal distillery, pours out of upper windows of three-story storefront in Detroit during Prohibition, 1929” (Retronaut)
Rube Ghostbot construction begins mid-2013.
This is beautiful
I was born odd and grew up fascinated with the orators and oracles of cultures past. I was told, and believed, that you couldn’t make a living as a storyteller, so I resigned myself to becoming a banker (I come from a family of bankers). I studied computer science until I got jaded with math, then I studied psychology for a while.
Then I got really frustrated and bored and dropped all my classes. Then stumbled into a graphic design class.
Then stumbled into grad school.
Then through blood (some of it my own), sweat, screaming and yelling I found a way to do whatever the hell it is I do now.
This comic is accurate to the level of pain.
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