Kanye West performing “Mercy” on Late Night With Seth Myers.

Kanye West performing “Mercy” on Late Night With Seth Myers.

frakintosh:

fanboywithoutacause:

A hero of the people 

He’s my hero because he’s a dummy who kind of sucks. But he keeps trying…that’s his power. It’s my power too.

myosuexperience:

fuckyourwritinghabits:

beben-eleben:

Origins of Common UI Symbols

This is so cool

The nerd in me has a massive boner right now.

Strange how some of these make sense only after years of associating them with their actions, like pause.

sexpigeon:

You picked the wrong day to not know the standings of regional high school lacrosse teams.

sexpigeon:

You picked the wrong day to not know the standings of regional high school lacrosse teams.

Sam checked the lock on the door again.

"Quit doing that. You’re making me nervous. I can’t focus."

"Sorry, Christine. It’s just that I’ve already done everything I can, this is the only thing I have to keep me calm."

"Well, maybe you can get me another red pen, this one’s almost out."

Sam searched through his bag. “Here you go. Hopefully you can get those graded …”

"Sam!" Christine hissed, "they can hear you outside."

"Graaaaaaades" the zombies chorused outside. They redoubled their efforts in breaking down the door.

"Hopefully you can get those finished so this nightmare will be over.”

"Well, this is the last batch. I just need to enter these and that should cure the outbreak."

"Well, that’s the theory, at least," Sam muttered. Christine glared.

Tense minutes passed. The zombies came in waves, repeating their whining groan of “graaades” as they threw themselves against the door.

"Okay, that’s it. They’re entered." Christine paused with her finger on the mouse button, the pointer hovering over the button labeled "Save gradebook".

"Moment of truth," she said.

"Wait. Before you do it, if it doesn’t work, I just want you to know this: you’re a great teacher and your students learn a lot during your class, but you are terrible at grading."

"I know, Sam, but at least I’m fair."

Christine clicked the button.

Outside, the zombies slowly returned to their normal student form. Their glassy eyes regained their bright, eager shine. They had hope now. The sun felt warm again.

At long last, the students had the relief of their grades finally being posted.

rotl:

Adriano Celentano - “Prisencolinensinainciusol” (Italian TV; 1973)

Per: Roderick on the Line, Ep. 64: “Sunset University”

I’ve had this stuck in my head all afternoon.