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Mel Brooks tells David Bianculli about turning down the Kennedy Center Honor the first time he was offered it:

I shouldn’t say this … but I’ll say it anyway. I was offered this — the Kennedy Center Honors — maybe a year or two before and I said, ‘Well, I’m going to wait for another president if I’m still alive if you don’t mind.’ I just didn’t feel comfortable when Bush was president to accept the honors. … Had I not gotten 110 awards, you know, I’m an EGOT so I don’t need any more. … The Kennedy Center Honors at the moment, I didn’t need them. … The only award I haven’t received, I think, is Woman of the Year and I don’t know if that’s not in the works just as an honorary Woman of the Year. I may get that too, but I’m not looking for it.

Guys, Mel Brooks is someone I basically look up to.

I remember one time it was like 6:00 or 7:00 a.m., I was a little drunk, high on opium, and Rob was feeding me bags on bags of vaporized weed and History of the World, Part I came on. I had never seen it.

I don’t think I’ve ever constantly laughed so hard.

I think you may have been there, Paige!

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Last Game of Thrones episode: A+

Hey I am just posting thing because my favorite topic lately is death, and in the case of terminal cancer, the fact that you’re given an imminent timeline makes it much easier and more exciting to examine.

Many if not most elements of this video are corny, but it is worth watching to see how this kid gets “it”, and also to know that this is what I mean when I say “enlightened”. This is why death is so relevant.

He has the correct composure knowing he’s going to die (and soon), and also realizes that the only way that he can live forever is through art.

Hit art may be lame, but he still gets the idea.

SERIOUSLY, IF PEOPLE LIKE THESE EVER, IN ANY WAY, ENDANGER THE CONTINUED EXISTENCE OF TWERKING…

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Fools!

I need a projector.

You know that feeling when you wake up, maybe a little bit too early, and right from one of those dreams that involved some absurd situation (for me it’s never an action-movie, but in this dream for instance, a huge scene was created at a strange party by non-other than one of my Orlando drug dealers ordering pizza on a bad gift card and not being able to pay an $80 bill - the extremely mad immigrant delivery man stormed out saying this incident would make its way into the paper - and everyone left)?

Maybe the most random person was in your dream too, someone you never knew but just realized you wish you did? There’s a distinct feeling for this.

Generally, I think dreams are a completely unorganized and meaningless surrealist collage of all our inner-fears and desires, but sometimes fall in line in such a way to create their own world - one that sort of makes sense - one that you’d maybe like to at least test out.

I’ve been trying to think of the perfect word for what I feel now, leaving the dream I’ve just left and have vaguely described for you, and I believe it’s melancholy.

It’s one of the oddest, and therefore one of the best feelings of all time. It’s also deeply confusing, yet familiar.

Well here you go, apparently Victor Hugo said, “Melancholy is the happiness of being sad,” and I’d agree that yeah, it’s something like that.

hiphopfightsback:

Face it, Michael Jordan has more OG swag than anyone.

I’m gonna start collecting beer cans now, cause in 30 years that shit’ll look crazy as fuck!

vicemag:

Stoya on Gender Roles & the Future of Monogamy

Just like anybody else I have a few things that get to me (we all probably should have our off days), but I’m a really happy person. 

Scoff at me all you want, but I consider myself “self-actualized” or enlightened; whatever you want to call it. Like I said, everything still isn’t perfect, so maybe “self-actualization” isn’t the right term, technically. I don’t know, I didn’t I cheated my way through AP Psych. Enlightened, though, yes. Once you feel this way, two things hit you:

1. You are capable of doing anything (to continue your happiness).
2. Not that many people are enlightened.

This is not to say that most others aren’t “on my level,” it’s to say they haven’t opened their eyes wide enough.

If you aren’t living in poverty, starving, horribly diseased, part of an oppressed people, or mentally/physically disabled, then you have no excuse. Stop whining. If you think things are going to get better and you’ll finally be happy once you have your dream job, are with that right person, you get “there”….you’re thinking of it all wrong, will be heavily disappointed, and are wasting your one and only life. “There” does not exist down a long path of accomplishments, but is really here within your reach. I’m too young and unexperienced to know this as fact, but my belief is that unless you are truly happy with yourself here and now - unless you’re already enlightened - you will in the least not be able to fully appreciate your dreams once they come to fruition, and at worst, you’ll realize they weren’t even damn near what you actually looking for.

I know I say all of this without mentioning an important part: “How do I become enlightened, then? Asshole.”

Well, I’m trying to think about how I got to here from how I used to be. Some of it has to do with your environment, your friends, your conversations with people. But nah, I don’t think that even comes close to touching it. Some of it is philosophy, but just reading a train of thought doesn’t necessarily tend to change your whole outlook on and appreciation of life. You have to live it. It has to involve action or reaction. I do know that a big part of it for me was just that - reaction - reaction to the worst time in my life. Going about as low as you can get does something great and important for you: It gives your consciousness a MASSIVE shock. Everything is different, and better, from that point on.

Enlightenment is truly the scope of your experience, I think. Hitting rock bottom does a great job at that. I would also imagine falling from the top to be very humbling as well. It’s the same thing as meeting new people, reading books, seeing a movie, or travelling (though there’s a difference between visiting Paris and staying in a 4-star hotel and completely immersing yourself in an Eastern or Southeastern Asian country). I don’t exactly know the science behind it. It seems and feels magical, but I am sure it is not. Regardless, it’s the best thing you can do for yourself, and maybe the only thing worth doing before you even think about starting something else. Every moment not utilized to its fullest is a waste. You do not get to make those minutes up.

Now, not everyone has this opportunity. Travelling is expensive. Not everyone has the right friends or ability to meet the right people. And I wouldn’t wish for anyone’s life to get so bad so that they could reach this point either; that’s dumb. 

This is where I don’t really have any good answers and can’t offer up much help, yet. 

I really do think it’s possible to help enlighten others, and I really want to. It’s just going to take a lot of thinking and research and probably trial & error too. There’s plenty of things out there that already do that for many e.g. art, sex, love, drugs/pharmacy, food, family. But not for enough people! The ones who fully benefit from these kinds of things are few. Religion has got to be the most successful one out there, but that’s a total sham and destructive thing I’d like to see and help make disappear. Unfortunately, the way that our society is structured is maybe the reason itself that it’s so hard for people to fully realize themselves, let alone know they should even be looking.

This is something I’ve had in my head, and there are ideas floating around on how to proceed with it, but it’s going to take some time to figure out how to do it in the most proper way possible. Hopefully one day I can be successful with this goal.

There’s a saying I hate: “Ignorance is Bliss”. Probably my favorite go-to dumb thing to tattoo to yourself. It’s true, though.

There’s also a classic paradox of the stupid man vs. the smart man i.e. The smart man thinks too much, eventually realizes futility of his life thus all his actions, and is haunted by that fact to never find comfort or happiness again; the stupid man has “ignorance is bliss” along his rib-cage and, though an idiot with a dumb tattoo has a very carefree and happy life. Who lived their life better?

Well, I really do think it’s possible to be the smart man (or womyn) and also live the happiest and fullest of lives. That’s the goal here.

*btw, I know nobody reads this anyway, but when I vaguely talk about rough times I’ve been through, just know that I have never ever even come close to suicide. I’m sure everyone’s had suicidal thoughts at one point in another, but not with true intention (I mean, I hope not). Suicide may be selfish, but most of all, it is for total pussies. If you are in enough physical pain or perpetual mental anguish that you cannot bear it, and you’d really rather just not go through it anymore, that’s completely understandable. Otherwise, stop it. Don’t be a bitch. Many have it way worse than you and choose to still enjoy at least one part of their lives. If the ones who love you aren’t enough to keep you going, you’re a fuck. Even if nobody loves you, even worse, you’re still a bitch, and personally, I wouldn’t care a bit. In that case, do it. I do not know the difference between someone who chooses not to live and someone who is actually dead.

I’ll tell you what, though: Tell your kids to do that and you’ll see the next generations become a lot more productive, innovative, and happy.