I did the sketch for this a few days ago and was going to make a more finished version for today, but my week was a little interesting.
So have the quick-colored and cleaned-up sketch.
Happy 50th Sea World. I’m bringing out the reality of that celebration. 50 years of piling up dead Shamus for human amusement.
Such an occasion, right?
Robin Thicke is unapologetic about how rapey ‘Blurred Lines’ is, meanwhile the dude who parodied it issues a public apology for one word.
And that is just one reason why I love Weird Al.It’s great that he’s addressed this but are we really supposed to believe that NO ONE during the extremely lengthy processes of writing a song, recording it, mastering it and animating the music video wouldn’t have brought it up?
Excuse me but how the hell is spastic even remotely insulting?
So I just recently learned that in the UK calling someone spastic means the same thing as calling someone retarded, only much worse.
If it makes people in the UK feel any better, people in the US literally do not know this (like literally no one I have ever met and/or know). Here being spastic is usually meant to mean something along the lines of acting like a hyper-active child (like running around in circles yelling just because they feel like it please be quiet for just 2 minutes type of child). NOBODY here uses it as a slur.
Since Weird Al is a US musician and the US music industry is pretty non-international, yeah actually I think its entirely possible that none of the people who worked on this song actually knew that spastic was considered an awful slur in some parts of the world.
And I’m like 99.9999% sure that Weird Al is genuinely very sorry that he was accidentally offensive.
jfc put your pitchfork down you “are we really supposed to believe” shitlord not everyone is trying to offend you every moment of the day oh my god just accept that sometimes some people are genuinely good people and when they make mistakes, they issue genuine apologies for said mistakes.
weird al is one of the nicest, most genuinely good people in the entertainment industry, don’t try to shit on the guy because you literally had no idea who he was until a week ago despite his incredible body of (CLEAN, INOFFENSIVE) work reaching back decades
(Source: thepeoplesrecord, via kiango)
upset-mini-fridge said: Saw your rbn post. I usually just tag stuff "npathy." Nice to see some posters on tumblr!
i’m still a little wary of putting personal info in a public space where i’m not 1000% anonymous (i post to rbn using a throwaway account and very specifically do not mention any personal details/locations and even tried to remain gender neutral in my first dozen or so posts because i still can’t shake that lingering paranoia that i have to hide every single shred of independence for fear of being found out.
but the more i come to terms with the abuse and how hard it is for other people to recognize or admit that they went through it, too, i realize being open about it is therapeutic for me while helping other people realize YOU ARE NOT ALONE!!!
i used to be so ashamed of my life and was extremely secretive about my family and would regularly have anxiety attacks over basic social things like the thought of a friend meeting my parents or coming to our house. i was terrified that if i went to sleepovers at my friends’ houses, they’d want to come to my house one day.
i remember for my senior prom in high school all of my friends met up at the clubhouse in a rich neighborhood for pictures before going to dinner/the dance and i refused to tell my mom where we were going or who all i was meeting there because i was so afraid of being embarrassed in front of everyone. i regretted it, because it was even more uncomfortable having to explain why i was the only one out of 30 or 40 people who didn’t have a parent there taking pictures. she found out where i was and showed up, so i was able to save face with my friends by lying and saying she was late, but holy fuck i was so scared the whole time that she was going to flip the fuck out about something in front of everyone. it’s really sad because looking at my prom pictures, i look weird, like i’m sad and scared but trying to smile anyway… rather than actually looking happy. if you compare pictures of me from before my mom showed up and after, i look like two completely different people.
i don’t think people believe i’m serious. this is very important to me and i would like to see pictures of dogs wearing pickle costumes. why does no one believe me. :(
honestly my favorite thing ive ever made in photoshop is catloaf
my graphic arts teacher hung it on the wall in the ga computer lab