Precious babies, every one.
IS NO ONE GOING TO DISCUSS THE BLUE PERSIAN?
eeeeeeeee i want a maine coon so badly
This one leaves out my cat’s breed, the Dirty Ass Street Cat
Percent of Americans Living in Urban Areas by State in 2000
Source: TerrMys (reddit)
Apologies for the outdated data - I made this a couple years before the 2010 Census data came out. Props to anyone who feels like updating it.
Note that the Census defintion of “Urban” probably does not map closely on to the average person’s conception of urbanness. It is generally based on population density, but the low threshold includes many areas that most people would call “suburban.” For the specific critera used, see page 5 here.
California and New Jersey are tied for the rank of largest non-rural populations (94.4% urban), while Vermont has the smallest proportion of urban residents (38.2%). Not surprisingly, most of the smaller East Coast states that contain major cities rank fairly high. But even much larger states with very high proportions of agricultural land, like Illinois and Texas, have populations that are remarkably concentrated in cities.
It’s interesting to note that the percentage of urban population is not a great indicator of population density. Nevada - the 43rd most densely populated state in 2000 - had the 3rd most urban population. By contrast, a relatively densely populated state like North Carolina (17th densest in 2000), only ranked 39 in urban population. Obviously, the lack of water and arable land in the Southwest means that most people live in urban clusters by necessity.
Only four states have a rural majority. In 1950, that number was nineteen.
Reblog for the stats on Texas.
Guys who have to shave on the daily to keep from growing a neckbeard are my kind of guys because they understand the struggle.
Fuck shaving in winter.
Fuck shaving in general, but especially in winter.
Christmas, Kwanza, whatever you call it — I fucking hate it.
But winter… that’s different. I love winter. Here’s why.
My grandparents dreaded winter. Back when they were kids, winter always meant bad things. Meant another war. Meant foodlines, and power outages, and people their age dying alone in the cold.
But when I was a kid, I looked forward to it.
And not just because I like to see old people suffering.
Because winter meant a new season’s maker codes, and it meant clean snow that you could eat straight out of the air and…
I mean, Christmas, that wasn’t a big deal. I’d just get something else made out of lizards by Mom.
Winter meant change.
Every new winter, things got a bit better.
You people don’t remember what life used to be like. No one in the city knows what fucking year it is.
Do you remember how people used to line up for bread? Remember when we couldn’t get anything to grow across half this country?
Remember this: “Email burns oil and shits filth into your air”?
‘Course you fucking don’t.
And you don’t care, either, do you? Because odds are you’re drinking Icelandic spring water and eating Cantonese duck with fresh bean sprouts out of your maker.
Boiling and irradiating faucet water to get the shit out of it, choking on thin cheap government-issue myco-protein cakes — means nothing to you.
I remember when they switched Mercury on; remember Mom holding me in front of the TV and saying “Remember this. This is History.”
How many of you even think of the fact that all our energy comes from a planet covered in solar panels?
How many of you know that snow used to burn?
Winter by winter, that changed.
The world got better.
And when the world still wasn’t good enough, when things were still fucked, when I got sick of the taste and texture of lizard food and lizard playthings and lizard underpants –
– there was always next winter to look forward to.
And God knows I’m hoping this winter does the trick.
I keep watching the news to see if half the city’s been accidentally sterilized in the middle of the night. Midnight TV vigils, just in case the President suffers a fatal aircraft toilet accident that chucks his intestines over the city like streamers at a ticker-tape parade…
…that takes me back, you know, we were so poor on the Quayside that on New Year’s Eve they had to put on fireworks shows using intestines.
Luckily there were a lot of people from New Zealand around. But in the end we used them all up. I remember Lefty Ingpen tried for a similar effect by stuffing puppies in a chipping machine.
You’re probably wondering what the point of all this ugly bullshit rambling bullshit is.
The future is inherently a good thing.
And we move into it one winter at a time.
Things get better one winter at a time.
So if you’re going to celebrate something then have a drink on this:
The world is generally and on balance, a better place to live this year than it was last year.
For instance: I didn’t have this gun last year.
Nothing like Transmet to chase the blues away. (via why-are-you-tiger)
This post speaks to me.
Gunn expressed fear and alarm that hatred for Skyler had slipped into a wish to harm her, Anna Gunn. “The already harsh online comments became outright personal attacks,” she wrote. “One such post read: ‘Could somebody tell me where I can find Anna Gunn so I can kill her?’ Besides being frightened (and taking steps to ensure my safety), I was also astonished: how had disliking a character spiraled into homicidal rage at the actress playing her?”
This disturbs me so deeply. I’d read an article Anna Gunn wrote for the NYTimes (Here for the interested), but I hadn’t seen many of these before. Not that I’m surprised- how dare a woman play a character that you don’t like! Or still do her job as an actress when the show takes a turn for the worse with her!
Somewhat spoilery for every show involved, fyi.
That someone would come out and outright threaten Anna Gunn is disturbing. She did an excellent job playing Skyler, a character trying to maintain an sense of familiar normalcy when her husband goes completely off the rails.
If anything, the latter parts of Breaking Bad are a deconstruction of the male escape/power fantasy. Yeah, the formerly demure chemistry teacher is now ”badass,” but he quite literally ruins everything around him.
Sadly, the pathetic manchildren attacking Gunn completely missed that part.
trust the fuckhead, a mix for running around and giving prominent political figures diarrhea [listen]
bit by bit mother mother // downtown tom waits // back in black ac/dc // nightrain guns n roses // wake up rage against the machine // desolation row (bob dylan cover) my chemical romance // thirsty dog nick cave // diamonds & gold tom waits
I’ll give this a shot.
Thin Men: killing your rookies since 2012.
A coffee pot can be a coffee mug if you just don’t fucking care