wearenothingbutneonslime:

Me - I don’t know if i want to see World War Z because I feel like the CGI might be too excessive when it’s not necessary. 

My mom -   What’s a CGI?

~ A Brief Conversation With Someone More Knowledgeable About Automatic Weapons And Walking-Dead Pandemics Than Us: Bestselling Zombie Author Max Brooks

brianne-sharpe:

“GQ: What I love about [The Walking Dead] is that it’s barely about the zombies at all. The zombies are like the weather. It’s all about the people, these communities of survivors, and how they support each other and let each other down.
Max Brooks: Which is how it’s supposed to be. Zombie stories should be about us. They’re a catalyst for us to be able to explore ourselves. It’s kind of like when someone finds out that they have a life-threatening disease, and what that brings out in them. That’s sort of what zombies are. They’re the mirror from which we look at ourselves and say, “Okay—how well do we deal with crisis?” It’s like 9/11. Look at how New York responded. That was a test of the soul of a city. It’s the same thing with Katrina, with New Orleans. That was a test for the country and the Bush administration. The disasters themselves aren’t as interesting as how we respond to them.”

townshend-testicles:

Today is the passing of a man I have gained so much respect for while I’ve studied him. A man with an aptitude in music. A man who was there for everybody. A man Jim could count on. A tall standing man who had enough charm to make anybody like him. These slender fingers will no longer touch the keyboard in a graceful manner. The glasses that complete the look will no longer be worn. The deep voice. The organist. Gone.

We mourn but we should not sulk. 

He may be gone, but every little detail lives on.

Ray brought joy and art to musical culture. All good must end, as cheesy as it sounds. Why think about the bad? There is nothing that can or could’ve been done. We should come together in the name of the classic rock fandom, and celebrate the fucking awesome life Ray had. Because the music still lives on. 

It will always live on.


R.I.P.

Ray Manzarek

1939 - forever

 

sext: how much black are you wearing right now

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