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teamcoco:

Conan and Andy are dead ringers for Newt and Calista Gingrich. [more photos]

teamcoco:

Conan and Andy are dead ringers for Newt and Calista Gingrich. [more photos]

thedailywhat:

Fun Fact of the Day: And by “fun” I mean STOP SOPA.
[@skulled / pleatedjeans.]

thedailywhat:

Fun Fact of the Day: And by “fun” I mean STOP SOPA.

[@skulledpleatedjeans.]

thedailywhat:

Lights Out: What I would imagine it might look like if David Lynch directed a Keyboard Cat video.

[robertpopper.]

davidseger:

RE-RUN: Happy Holidays From My Face, December 2009

thedailywhat:

Sweded Short Film of the Day: Be Kind Rewind director Michel Gondry plays Travis Bickle in a short, low-budget remake of Martin Scorsese’s Taxi Driver that he sweded himself.

[joblo / vulture.]

thedailywhat:

It’s Sundog!
[reddit.]

thedailywhat:

It’s Sundog!

[reddit.]

thedailywhat:

Letter Of Note of the Day: After her husband passed away in 1989, mother-of-three Marianne — then 36 years old — wrote a letter to Kurt Vonnegut to thank him “for his books and his compassion.”
She didn’t expect a reply — but got one anyway.
“I have always wanted to share his kind words,” she says. “It meant, and still means, so much to me.”
Transcript below: 

It can’t be said often enough, “It is the woman who pays.” The miracle is that so many can and do somehow. I was in love (still am) with a widow with four kids (two not her own). She somehow raised them all on a teeny weeny salary. I told her one time, “I worry about women.” She said, “Don’t.”

[letters.]

thedailywhat:

Letter Of Note of the Day: After her husband passed away in 1989, mother-of-three Marianne — then 36 years old — wrote a letter to Kurt Vonnegut to thank him “for his books and his compassion.”

She didn’t expect a reply — but got one anyway.

“I have always wanted to share his kind words,” she says. “It meant, and still means, so much to me.”

Transcript below: 

It can’t be said often enough, “It is the woman who pays.” The miracle is that so many can and do somehow. I was in love (still am) with a widow with four kids (two not her own). She somehow raised them all on a teeny weeny salary. I told her one time, “I worry about women.” She said, “Don’t.”

[letters.]