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traddmoore:

ALL-NEW GHOST RIDER

All-New Ghost Rider Vol. 1: Engines of Vengeance is out today! The trade paperback collects issues 1-5 of the series. Here is an assortment of inked pages from those issues.

Written by Felipe Smith ( felipesmithart )
Art by Tradd Moore ( traddmoore )
Colors by Val Staples

Additional colors by Nelson Dániel (Issue 1, pages 1-6, covers 4 and 5) and Laura Martin (Covers 1-3)

Look at this slick inking. Just…holy shit, dude.

(via hbreckel)

More garden adventures in D.C….

Vandachostylis Lou Sneary ‘blue bird’

One of my favorite orchids. I love the delicate violet flowers, but man am I partial to the buds. That neat fishhook form is inherited from the neofinetia parent and I think it lends the flowers a bit of an alien vibe.

isao-takeda:

2014年9月23日 黒川ダリア園 兵庫県川西市

isao-takeda:

2014年9月23日 黒川ダリア園 兵庫県川西市

A weekend trip to Wollam Gardens, pt 1

time-sponges:

You sit at the restaurant with your young son, he says he is hungry.  You agree to get him dinner. You open up to the kids menu, your child is far to young for adult food. Chicken nugger stares at you from the page. You don’t understand. Your palms get sweaty and your son complains. He says he is hungry.  Your mind strains, searching for an answer in a world of sweer potato and french fried. You try to order the chicken nugger, but you cannot. The words cannot escape your lips. Your son is hungry, he complains. The waitress stares at you, her head a spinning chicken nugger, her arms swinging french fried. Your son cries the tears of a chicken nugger-less child. In your mind you scream. It is raining sweer potato now, you have french fried engraved on your left temple and you do not understand. Your son weeps in the corner, he is starving. Starving for the chicken nugger.

time-sponges:

You sit at the restaurant with your young son, he says he is hungry.  You agree to get him dinner. You open up to the kids menu, your child is far to young for adult food. Chicken nugger stares at you from the page. You don’t understand. Your palms get sweaty and your son complains. He says he is hungry.  Your mind strains, searching for an answer in a world of sweer potato and french fried. You try to order the chicken nugger, but you cannot. The words cannot escape your lips. Your son is hungry, he complains. The waitress stares at you, her head a spinning chicken nugger, her arms swinging french fried. Your son cries the tears of a chicken nugger-less child. In your mind you scream. It is raining sweer potato now, you have french fried engraved on your left temple and you do not understand. Your son weeps in the corner, he is starving. Starving for the chicken nugger.

(Source: pponies, via mistahgrundy)

Adventures at the DC Botanic Garden. Lots of orchids and a dahlia.

Also, I took way more calculus than expected?? And French???

How? When?

So I’m looking over my undergrad transcripts in part 345,675 of applying to grad school, and am quite unexpectedly reminded of the fact that I had to literally leave school for a semester to deal with my insane biological father’s epic tantrum. And then graduated in 3 years by taking a kajillion credits per semester and applying for a fellowship for the sweet, sweet credits.

That…sure was a thing that happened.

I guess I turned into a hard bastard in the meantime, because the only thing about the whole incident that bothers me now is that it knocked down my cumulative GPA by 0.05. Fuck that guy, seriously. I’m applying to tier 1s and 2s here. The inconsiderate prick.