Mostly I’m compelled by the respective questions this poses on the nature of communal grief and addiction. The commentary about empathy for fictional characters versus empathy for real people is worth a read, too. Pretty heavy for a Cracked article.

“Could you tell me where you got that bold, boss, bladed sweater from?”

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Este es el verano.
Unknown kid from cookout.
(No, that is not a translation. This is America, learn to speak Spanish for God’s sake!)

So I was talking to my friend Lauren and she offered me some practical advice concerning nuclear explosions. Evidently, if you hold your mouth open when a bomb drops near you, it will prevent the pressure from popping your eardrums and thus leave you with your hearing, which is certainly an invaluable advantage assuming you survive to hear in a postapocalyptic Tartarus. That conversation subsequently reminded me of this classic cinematic gem, which I invite you all to enjoy.

tumblr evidently cannot afford to buy another vowel.