BELLS OF NOTRE DAME (Female Cover)
heeeee :D it’s on YouTube now! so I figured I’d share it here as well c:
To be honest, I can’t quite believe how popular this has gotten - it’s sorta surreal to see the overwhelming response on YouTube. People seem to be quite fond of the final note…
I’m just casually reblogging this again. Because… well, I can.
The moment I heard her first notes I just
This one’s for the fangirls and boys:
(Inspired by this post)
YOUR TUMBLR REST AND STRETCH IS HERE!
NOW STRETCH YOUR NECK ACCORDINGLY!
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the hobbit press conference
featuring martin freeman as tumblr
Somewhere, Benedict Cumberbatch is seething in anger and he doesn’t understand why.
if there’s one thing i know about russia and book covers it’s that they never fail to disappoint
i honestly don’t even know what to ask about first so here’s a list
THE FRONT:
- is that martin freeman to the left?
- no wait who the fuck is that in the front? kili? did his head slip into a woodchipper? lose a fight with a sword? lose a bet with nori?
- either way it looks like kili’s and ori’s clothes had a lovechild
- we’ve got what looks like fili and no-hawk nori just chillin in the background
- but wAIT WHO’S BEHIND THEM I LEGIT DON’T EVEN KNOW
- i think i’ve seen him before was he in vikings
- i think he was in vikings
- holy shit is his hAND OKAY?????
THE BACK:
- why do dwalin and thorin have matching daggers is this a marriage thing
- just some large men having a candlelit dinner no biggie
- thorin’s giant cigar looks like a finger sometimes and i imagine he’s saying “waITER”
- is that…merry and pippin in the background??? what the fuck are they laughing at
- no seriously what is so funny guys is this like that time when dom and billy were comparing dicks in the trailer
- and if you look to your right you’ll see a tall-ass gimli and….is that boromir or thranduil with a beard the world may never know
I believe the guy next to tall Gimli is Nori with his hood up. Oh and it looks like Dwalin decided he liked dangling earrings more. Also, why is Thorin wearing Kili’s clothes?
What the hell? Laughing for an eternity.
Day 5: Karen Leaves The House
The Continuing Saga: Yesterday (aka Day 4: The Day I Forgot To Blog About) was another Jillian Michaels yoga day, with much sweating and grunting, but decidedly less pain than previously. Plus I made el boyfriendo attempt it, which was just hilarious.
Today’s Punishment: Couch to 5K, Week One, Day One
The Workout: Back in my Y membership days, I actually did attempt to do Couch to 5K. There were two main problems with my approach: 1) Running on a treadmill is not the same as running outside, and I became so reliant on watching the clock that it felt like I was running forever, and 2) I’m really bad at keeping track of things when I feel like my lungs are going to explode, so I kept screwing up my timing.
In the present, however, I have a giant smartphone with the C25K app downloaded. This wonderful beauty not only allows me to play my jams while I’m running, but does all the counting for me, AND encourages me when I’m halfway there. You rock random app voice girl. So, prepped for a day of trying to kill myself, I pack a bag with some post run snackies, a book, and a big ass bottle of water. At the very least I am prepped to sit on my ass in Lansdowne Park and contemplate my existence.
I walk the 1.5km to the park, do some stretches and start the workout. For those who haven’t done C25K before, it starts and ends with a 5 minute walk, and in between you spent 20 minutes alternating between a minute of running and 90 seconds of walking. The start up walk goes well, and I am prepped for my first 60 seconds of running. Which I manage to do, except for the part where I get a stitch in my side and begin regretting my decision. I spend my first walk period with my arms behind my head, breathing deeply and contemplating my existence. So it goes for the first half of the workout, at which point I have the worst cotton mouth ever and desperately need to stop for a drink before I die.
I pause my walk to swig some water for about 20 seconds, then continue on. The next run actually feels pretty good, and I have Jay Z reliably informing me that ladies can be pimps too, and I should go on and brush my shoulders off. Please, picture if you will the whitest girl ever, running slowly around a track, mumbling Jay Z lyrics under her breath while trying not to die. You’re welcome for that mental picture.
I keep going, and realize quickly that I’m on my last run minute. I’ve survived, somehow. I push myself through to get to the end, and then have the most triumphant dawdling walk around the track to celebrate my victory. I am fucking awesome.
The Aftermath: Having been a clever girl and stretched it out before and after, my body doesn’t hurt overly much. I relax in the shade, munching on my granola bars and reading some Toni Morrison, safe in the knowledge that I have survived my first day of C25K. Then I remember that I still have to walk home. FML.
(Although, the little grocery store that sells fresh squeezed juice is on my way home. And their watermelon juice is ballin’.)
Another AGENTS OF SHIELD Trailer!!!
This is everything I’ve ever wanted in my life. Everything. EVERYTHING.
If that is Luke Cage, if they’re using this to build up some lesser known heroes, if they’re doing this to give them a chance to build a fanbase, I will weep nerdy tears of joy.
I will be an incoherent pile of sobbing hysteria and I don’t even give a damn.
It seems to be the direction they’re going with the team’s remit, and using various “street-level” heroes like Cage, Daredevil (Marvel’s got him back!), Misty Knight, etc. as people SHIELD is surveilling would be a great way to incorporate them into the MCU.
Day 3: REVENGE OF THE WEEKEND
The Continuing Saga: While my abs remain in pain, I’ve decided to buck up and exercise again. Also I spent all weekend eating horrible food, so I should probably do something about that.
Today’s Punishment: Jillian Michaels’ Yoga Meltdown
The Workout: Well, I’m back to the grind again. And today I’ve decided to actually give it my all. Surprisingly, it works…sort of. I’m still not really able to do the Churro push-ups that Jillian wants me to do, but I am able to actually support my weight in that bizarre position! And, I even manage to do Dolphin pose…well, about three times, then I sort of have to give up.
I spend a good portion of the workout with sweat threatening to get in my eyes, and periodically making the same noises that power lifters make when lifting 800 pounds…except I’m only supporting my own body weight on a yoga mat. Shit’s hard, yo.
El Boyfriendo has actually left for work early today as well, which means I’m doing this right after waking up. Which is, you know, nice because I haven’t had time to talk myself out of the work out yet, like I did yesterday. Frankly, when it hits 1PM, you haven’t had breakfast yet, and your tummy has a case of the rumblys, you’d better just give up.
I’m still working on the beginner’s half of the DVD (obviously), and I still have to take the odd break where I just sit on my ass and contemplate my existence, but I’m getting there!
The Aftermath: My abs still hurt, but having stretched them out for 30 minutes they now hurt in a different manner than they did before. My quads also hurt, which I assume means I was doing poses correctly. Or somethings. Regardless, I now have to haul 25 pounds of laundry up and down stairs, and walk 15 minutes to the library. So, bonus exercises?
With deference to the genius of David Bowie, here’s Space Oddity, recorded on Station. A last glimpse of the World.
Huge thanks in the making of the video to the talented trio of Emm Gryner, Joe Corcoran and Andrew Tidby, plus Evan Hadfield and all at the CSA.YO DUDES
THIS GUY IS SINGING SPACE ODDITY
IN SPACE
WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT
Colonel Hadfield is one of the greatest Canadians. And he’s A BADASS.
AGENTS OF SHIELD FULL TRAILER.
DON’T TOUCH LOLA.
*flails wildly*
YEEEESSSSSS! MY BABY IS REAL!
Some people have asked to read the commencement address I delivered this morning to the 2013 graduates of Butler University. So here it is.
My own commencement speaker, who shall remain nameless, began with a lame joke about how these speeches only come in two varieties: Short and bad. This…
in case you ever forget how to spell curdled milk’s name i made a handy dandy chart
you can mix and match! (◠ ◡ ◠✿)
its funny because we all know who this is no matter what the combination is
this…….is so helpful when I need some quick combinations
Day 2.5: WHY GOD WHY
After wandering around Kensington Market for a few hours, I decided it was a good idea to get stoned, make home made Pad Thai, and buy two dozen Krispy Kreme doughnuts…oh God…my life choices
Day Two: Karen Remains A Shape…
The Continuing Saga: My abs feel like someone is trying to remove them with their bare hands (or bear hands, depending on what I’m doing). Jillian Michaels has been vetoed for today solely because I’m afraid of what will happen if I try and do any of those poses again.
Today’s Punishment: Elena Brower’s AM & PM Yoga for Beginners
The Workout; As you can see, there is a continuing trend of me doing yoga, mostly because of the lack of hand weights. Brower’s DVD is decidedly more traditional, in that there’s a lot of discussion of “soft eyes” and “channeling positive energy for the day”. It’s not really what I’m looking for in a workout, but I will admit her PM yoga routine is very relaxing before bed.
The AM yoga is meant to be invigorating and exciting. Unfortunately, I’ve already been awake for an hour trying to kick the boyfriend out to go to work so I can embarrass myself in peace. As a result I’m a little surly and not really in the mood for the hippie vibes that Brower is throwing my way. Still, I’m once again appropriately attired for yoga and ready to rock.
There is a problem evident quite early on: I only have a short time to do this workout, and it’s 36 minutes long. Well, it’s probably worth it, right? I’m expecting the sort of pumped up energy that Jillian normally provides, but instead I am greeted by a woman who thinks that energy means orange yoga pants and extended down dog poses.
That’s not to say the workout isn’t good. My energy is flowing, and I am definitely more awake than I was 20 minutes earlier. The problem is that I’m too concerned about time to get in to the relaxing but invigorating workout Brower is trying to provide. Plus, any time she mentions that I should have a “soft forehead” and “give my internal organs room to breathe” I get a little mentally sarcastic. I contemplate my options while face-planted in Child’s Pose, and realize that I’m going to have to cut this puppy short.
The Aftermath: In the end, I give up after 20 minutes. I have too much to do, a street car to catch, and frankly there are blueberry bagels that are calling to me from the kitchen. My body does feel great, and I’m less concerned about passing out while walking around Kensington Market. I’ll just have to power walk to make up for my failure to be zen this morning. I’ll return to Brower at some point, maybe when I need a break from the ass kicking that Jillian is sending my way. After all, I did just get three more of her workouts…oh God, kill me now.
