Title sequence to Smiley’s People (1982), directed by Simon Langton. The music is appears to be based on Vaughan Williams’ Fantasia on a Theme of Thomas Tallis.
Socking great part of my childhood, this sequence. I still get shivers.
Making fire with products from IKEA - or indeed just analagous stuff. VERY important not only if there’s a zombie apocalypse, but also in case you are sent back in time and need to survive for a few days before you can persuade some local king to take you on as a powerful wizard, OR if you should find yourself on a desert island. Now you just need to learn to build a Warka Water tower and hunt game and recognise edible plants and you’re all set.
(In the event of a zombie apocalypse, by the way, IKEA should be an early stop. Not only do they sell various things you can use to start fires - including matches - but they have lots of stuff you can kill zombies with. Although stay away from the stacks. LOTS of walking corpses there at any time.)
A Girl Walks Home Alone At Night
"This Iranian vampire Western set in the lawless “Bad City” doesn’t sound like any type of movie we’ve seen before. Part spaghetti Western, graphic novel, horror film, and Iranian New Wave, writer-director Ana Lily Amirpour’s debut feature film follows a lonely vampire who falls in love in a ghost town overrun with prostitutes, junkies, and pimps. Spaghetti Western vampire movie? In Iran? We’ll walk with her!"
You had me at “Iranian vampire western”.
Every day at work I declare people dead. They have no signs of life, no heartbeat, no brain activity. I sign a piece of paper knowing in my heart that they are not actually dead. I could, right then and there, suspend them. But I have to put them in a body bag. It’s frustrating to know there’s a solution.
O HAI, FUTURITY. U R L8, BUT AI LUV U.
(Via New Scientist)
Now excuse me while I call EVERYONE who ever said I was unrealistic in my expectations of technological change.
DON’T EVEN FUCKING GET ME STARTED JACK CHURCHILL. TOO LATE NOW. THE GUY SIGNED UP FOR A COMMANDO AIR DROP BECAUSE” it sounded fun”. HE CONSIDERED CARRYING A SWORD INTO BATTLE MANDATORY, BUT HE DIDNT USE SOME PRISSY LITTLE PARADE SABRE. HE CARRIED FUCKING CLAYMORE. HE SHEATHED IT NEXT TO HIS BAGPIPES & ENORMOUS TANK SIZED BALLS. HE WAS CAPTURED ONCE. FOUND IT A BIT BORING SO HE LEFT. RECAPTURED, LEFT AGAIN. WALKED ALL THE WAY BACK TO BRITISH LINES TO FIND THE WAR HAD ENDED. HIS REACTION?”oh bugger”
He used a longbow too.
when he was captured the Germans found him playing god save the queen on his bagpipes
There’s too much. Have a link!
He was also a surfer.
We must all aspire to be as “Mad” Jack Churchill
Only guy in WWII to have a confirmed longbow kill. Bow down to this guy.
it’s the last recorded longbow kill in military history
Real life is shameless about weirdness. It also clearly works harder than I do.
If you see something like this, DO NOT CALL AN EXTERMINATOR!
Call a beekeeper, they can relocate the hive instead of killing them. Bees are dying at an alarming rate, please do not contribute to that! They are so important for our ecosystem!
yo fuck this i aint gonna call no beekeeper i’m moving before i’m dead
I’m going to call an exterminator so the exterminator can kill them. I’ll be able to sleep at night knowing that there are less bees in the world.
No bees = no food.
No food = no life.
Congratulations on destroying the world.
Because you seem to not understand that bees pollinate flowers and literally bees are the reason we have food.
Did you guys even watch bee movie
you really really must call a bee keeper!
My family’s house had it’s entire attic taken over by bees one year. They slowly started appearing in the house, and then they were everywhere. We called a bee keeper, and he removed what he said was the largest domestic honeycomb/bee nest he’d ever seen. I was so terrified I’d gone to stay with a friend. My folks called me to meet the bee keeper, and he led me on the most magical journey through the house. He explained the bees were harmless if you move calmly through them and don’t swat at or harass them. He was only stung once because he accidentally put his hand down and smooshed one. The bees landed on me, walked a bit, then buzzed away. All honey combs and bees were safely removed and relocated. Call a bee keeper, they are awesome!
Love life? Love the goddam bee. It’s not rocket science.
(Actually, it’s biology, but that saps the rhetorical flourish. Screw it: we need bees.)