oldfishingphotos:

Garcia Fishing Annual, 1977
A key player in the post-war, sport-fishing firmament, the New York-based Garcia Corporation imported and sold Swedish ABU reels and the famous French-built Mitchell 300 spinning reel from 1947-1978. A collection of the company’s Fishing Tackle Annuals—with covers by wildlife artist George L. Schelling—can be seen at the remarkable Mitchell Reel Museum.

oldfishingphotos:

Garcia Fishing Annual, 1977

A key player in the post-war, sport-fishing firmament, the New York-based Garcia Corporation imported and sold Swedish ABU reels and the famous French-built Mitchell 300 spinning reel from 1947-1978. A collection of the company’s Fishing Tackle Annuals—with covers by wildlife artist George L. Schelling—can be seen at the remarkable Mitchell Reel Museum.

A Bad Day by the Water is Better than a Good Day at Work

Woke up early on this Sunday morning to go fishing with a friend. We decided to pass on the local waters and instead took a drive to a lake that was about 45 minutes away. It was a spot Ive been to before and have had luck at before. I figured today would be no different and I could help my friend catch a decently-sized catfish. 

But a few hours in and the water was uncharacteristically silent and docile. I didn’t get a single nibble or bite and unfortunately that didn’t change as the morning gradually became noon. We decided to pack it up after a couple hours and accepted defeat. Getting skunked on the water is never fun, but especially when it was after a bit of a drive. 

But I am not upset. I am a bit disappointed but that is to be expected. If I caught fish every time I went fishing, it might perhaps lose some of its novelty. If every fish I caught was bigger than the last, then fishing would be something that took days to master rather than years. 

I wish either him or I wouldve caught a catfish today, but theres always tomorrow and I most certainly don’t look at my morning as something that was wasted. Ive been skunked many, many times and it always just reminds me that a bad day by the water is better than a good day at work. 

fishing fish

laughingatmynightmare:

I’m too excited for my book to come out on October 14th. I want one of you to read it NOW! 
Reblog this for a chance to win an autographed hardcover copy of Laughing At My Nightmare before anyone else gets it! 
And if you want to support my attempt at world domination, you can preorder yourself a copy right here: shaneburcawbooks.com
I will pick a winner on Monday (9/29) morning! 

laughingatmynightmare:

I’m too excited for my book to come out on October 14th. I want one of you to read it NOW! 

Reblog this for a chance to win an autographed hardcover copy of Laughing At My Nightmare before anyone else gets it! 

And if you want to support my attempt at world domination, you can preorder yourself a copy right here: shaneburcawbooks.com

I will pick a winner on Monday (9/29) morning! 

solarsenpai:

siopold:

miracleyangwenli:

siopold:

the funny thing about dril posts is that they actually do have a structure to them– they hit a kind of conceptual caesura halfway through, a point where there’s no inevitable logical connection between what’s been said and what’s still to come. here, the first sentence didn’t need to result in the second, yet it’s not “lol random” either; the speaker is angry about his boss’ draconian ferret-kissing policy, and reacts in kind, and even the reference to a “screen saver” reminds us that we’re in an office. it’s a narrative progression that, despite having an internal logic, alienates its punchline from its setup. who the hell is this person?

one thing i love about @dril posts is how they all seem to take place in a universe that is somewhat like our own, but with the habitus of white middle america taken to a bizarre, absurd, but strangely logical conclusion. take this one, for instance: 

so we have our setting: a security guard protecting the american flag in the betsy ross museum, something almost archetypically american and middle class. but once again the first part, or setup, for the punchline, “fucking the flag,” careens the joke into an alien punchline that still, given the setting, makes sense. @dril’s security guard character imitates a sort-of cop-talk, the banter of a security guard, “buddy, they wont even let me fuck it”. you can imagine a similar response from a guard at any museum, but we’re talking about Fucking the American Flag, here. i really love @dril. 

it’s astonishing that a human being thinks of those posts. some person, someone out there whose existence we have to infer, because all we know is that those posts occur and they must be coming from somewhere. “the @dril​ tweeter” resonates as “the beowulf poet” does, except beowulf (which i’ve only read in translation, so i’m not an authority) has never made any use of the english language as baffling and sublime and somehow primally interlaced with the stuff of human consciousness as “IF THE ZOO BANS ME FOR HOLLERING AT THE ANIMALS I WILL FACE GOD AND WALK BACKWARDS INTO HELL.”

This is my favorite post, I am so glad I found it again.

solarsenpai:

siopold:

miracleyangwenli:

siopold:

the funny thing about dril posts is that they actually do have a structure to them– they hit a kind of conceptual caesura halfway through, a point where there’s no inevitable logical connection between what’s been said and what’s still to come. here, the first sentence didn’t need to result in the second, yet it’s not “lol random” either; the speaker is angry about his boss’ draconian ferret-kissing policy, and reacts in kind, and even the reference to a “screen saver” reminds us that we’re in an office. it’s a narrative progression that, despite having an internal logic, alienates its punchline from its setup. who the hell is this person?

one thing i love about @dril posts is how they all seem to take place in a universe that is somewhat like our own, but with the habitus of white middle america taken to a bizarre, absurd, but strangely logical conclusion. take this one, for instance: 

so we have our setting: a security guard protecting the american flag in the betsy ross museum, something almost archetypically american and middle class. but once again the first part, or setup, for the punchline, “fucking the flag,” careens the joke into an alien punchline that still, given the setting, makes sense. @dril’s security guard character imitates a sort-of cop-talk, the banter of a security guard, “buddy, they wont even let me fuck it”. you can imagine a similar response from a guard at any museum, but we’re talking about Fucking the American Flag, here. 

i really love @dril. 

it’s astonishing that a human being thinks of those posts. some person, someone out there whose existence we have to infer, because all we know is that those posts occur and they must be coming from somewhere. “the @dril​ tweeter” resonates as “the beowulf poet” does, except beowulf (which i’ve only read in translation, so i’m not an authority) has never made any use of the english language as baffling and sublime and somehow primally interlaced with the stuff of human consciousness as “IF THE ZOO BANS ME FOR HOLLERING AT THE ANIMALS I WILL FACE GOD AND WALK BACKWARDS INTO HELL.”

This is my favorite post, I am so glad I found it again.

(via trained-chimpanzee)

fatcatartru:

Svetlana Petrova & Zarathustra the Cat“Tower of Babel repaired by Cats”Ready meme, 2014Lenticular print, 64 x 52, limited edition 1/8Thanks to Pieter Bruegel the Elder, The Tower of Babel, from Museum Boijmans Van Beuningen, 1563, RotterdamThis is stereo-vario print, you can see 2 versions from different point of views, looks magic!

fatcatartru:

Svetlana Petrova & Zarathustra the Cat
“Tower of Babel repaired by Cats”
Ready meme, 2014
Lenticular print, 64 x 52, limited edition 1/8
Thanks to Pieter Bruegel the Elder, The Tower of Babel, from Museum Boijmans Van Beuningen, 1563, Rotterdam

This is stereo-vario print, you can see 2 versions from different point of views, looks magic!

kingcheddarxvii:

borlax:

now this is what Im talkin about 

So you like sick ducks do you? Does laughing at sick, bloated ducks make you feel like a big man?? If this is the kind of web content you like then you sir are a miserable waif

kingcheddarxvii:

borlax:

now this is what Im talkin about 

So you like sick ducks do you? Does laughing at sick, bloated ducks make you feel like a big man?? If this is the kind of web content you like then you sir are a miserable waif

(Source: zoo.org.au, via squidify)