I am never bored. I am always creating, or putting off what I'm supposed to be doing.
You gotta admit this one looks pretty cool
I should give up any pretense, and just animate silhouettes all the time.
abandoned aerial tramway : A station and gondola are abandoned for 14 years in the mountain, without being removed.
廃ロープウェイ : 駅とゴンドラは、廃線後14年経った今も撤去されずに山中に放置されています。
The Hot Water
George goes to take a shower, but discovers that the hot water is broken in his building. He shrugs it off and figures one of his neighbors will call the super. Later, he finds that there is also no hot water in his office’s bathroom, but writes it off as a strange coincidence, and is sure that someone else is already taking care of it. He stops at the coffee maker on his way to his desk and pours himself a cup. When he goes to take a sip, he finds it’s almost ice cold, despite the fact that he watched the pot finish brewing as he approached. Worried there might be something wrong with his sense of touch, he wanders around groping objects of varying temperatures, but they all seem to feel as he expects. The metal hood of a car is hot under his hand; an ice cube is cold. But every liquid he tries seems frigid.
Kramer pokes and prods at an ingrown hair in his belly, but has trouble pulling it out. When he finally manages to wrestle it from under his skin, the resulting strand is seemingly endless. He pulls it out for hundreds of feet before finally giving up.
Jerry suspects that his apartment has somehow expanded by an inch in every direction overnight. The others don’t notice any difference and dismiss his claim as crazy, but he sets up an elaborate system of measuring tools for verification. The next day, he checks the devices and finds that his apartment has grown four inches from the previous night. He shows his results to George, who is too concerned with his own problems to care. Another night passes, and Jerry wakes up in an enormous bedroom over twice as big as the one he remembered falling asleep in. He tries to get in touch with the others, but nobody answers his calls or returns his messages. At a loss, he decides to stay awake the following night to try to catch whatever is happening. At 2:47 AM, a soft rushing sound begins, and the walls and ceiling suddenly stretch away from him at an alarming rate. He’s left in a cavernous, dark room of indiscernible size, the doors and windows of which are so far away that he can’t make them out with the light of his flashlight. Terrified and alone, he begins the long trek in what he hopes is the direction of the front door.
A man in overalls taps George on the shoulder on his way home from work and tells him that he’s heard his hot water is broken. George nods and leads him to his apartment, bringing him into the bathroom once inside. As George bends over to turn on the tub faucet, the man yanks up the back of his shirt and feels around on his lower back. George remains still, too stunned and confused to react. After a few minutes of strange noises and sensations, the man tucks his shirt back in, taps him on the back, and tells him, “try it now.” George pokes his hand into the running water. It’s piping hot.
Kramer bursts into Jerry’s apartment to show him the hair, but is surprised to find an impossibly enormous, dark room. He grabs a flashlight from his own apartment and rushes back to hunt for his friend. Tying the end of his hair to the doorknob as a tether, he begins his expedition. After hours of searching, he finally spots Jerry in the distance.
Elaine dates a guitar virtuoso, thrilled by the potential of his “magic fingers”, but is disappointed when the man refuses to interact with her using his hands out of fear of a career-wrecking injury.
Jerry is thrilled to see Kramer approaching, his first sign of human contact in almost three hours. He hollers excitedly, waving his flashlight around and jumping up and down. Kramer jogs toward him, a relieved smile on his face, suddenly collapsing into a bloody pile of chunks.
I’m sorry, but this is absolutely unnecessary.
In absolutely no way does this demographic have any less fortunes or special consideration than some one who does not identify as “LGBT”.
Here’s me, a New Zealander who has been living in Australia for over 5 years who has to pay all of her fees upfront as the things I would have to do to become a citizen are virtually impossible. Which has subsequently given me a large amount of debt.
how does one even ‘identify’ as LGBT? Anyone could basically create this identity. I thought that we were rallying for these people to be treated with equality anyway. so why the special scholarship?!
And we have a winner.
the CEO of abercrombie didn’t really do a good job at marketing to cool kids because i don’t really like their stuff
this should have more notes.
OMG A WITNESS
Only there was a guy on a ladder taking the photos.