Katie Moest

"I get up every morning determined both to change the world and to have one hell of a good time. Sometimes this makes planning the day difficult." -- E.B. White
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sometimes i think that i am not so stereotypical of an american

and then i remember that i consider the coke freestyle machine one of the greatest modern inventions

i mean look at this thing


it’s beautiful

over 100 choices, computerized mixing, one spout, touch screen, ice dispenser


like wow

have u ever seen anything so wondrous and beautiful??

I am legitimately obsessed with this machine despite mostly only ever wanting Diet Coke or MAYBE Diet Vanilla Coke.  I have been since I first heard that it existed. Someday, I will go someplace and try small shots of every single flavor.  I truly believe that will be one of the best days of my life.

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Okay, I admit to laughing while making this one.

This reminds me theashleyclements.


Okay, I admit to laughing while making this one.

This reminds me theashleyclements.

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This is the single most important invention of 2014. No question about it.

Just in case there’s any chance that orangepenguino didn’t see this…

Seen and loved.


Cats have not and will not be domesticated.

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Benedict Cumberbatch attends the premiere of ‘The Imitation Game’ on the opening night gala of the 58th BFI London Film Festival at Odeon Leicester Square on October 8 in London, England.

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I don’t know if it’s just me, but I felt like my dash did a thing.


Thanks to the hundreds of people who sent me their photos of the lunar eclipse! I used a lot of the photos (though not all — I’ve received a lot more since I put this together) to make this cross-country 20 fps time lapse. (It’s a big GIF so you might have to wait for it to load…)

The title card comes from Max Corneau (aka AstroDad) who camped out in Rockwall, TX and managed to get this terrific shot at totality before the clouds closed in.

Ron Pope in Abilene, TX caught a very spooky shot of the October moon rising from the mist.

I love the “moon bounce" images that Brittney Maehl sent me from Beloit, WI. She told me: “Trying to capture the Blood Moon as an amateur WITHOUT a tripod was like making the ultimate sniper shot!” Luckily she was Navy-trained, so she got some great steady shots as well that I included in the time lapse.

The last shot is from flickr user slworking2. He says, “I used the tracking mount from an old telescope to follow the moon - and this allowed for a sharply-focused exposure.”

It was wonderful to get your photos (there were so many cool ones I couldn’t highlight specifically) and to hear your stories of blood moon hunting. Thanks again!

ICYMI: Why are blood moons red, anyway?

My mom’s photo is part of the time lapse gif!





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i refuse to be held responsible for how many times this appears on my blog


Killer Pumpkin Arrangements at the Great Jack O’Lantern Blaze

Held every year in New York, the Great Jack O’Lantern Blaze is a 25-night-long Halloween event featuring some 5,000 hand-carved, illuminated pumpkins arranged into dinosaurs, sea monsters, zombies,and other spooky sculptural forms.

Great Jack O’Lantern Blaze

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Asker wugsandhugs Asks:
you can use tumblr savior to avoid spoilers without xkit!
orangepenguino orangepenguino Said:

It turns out I still had it enabled from before I was using xkit! WOO! This message even ended up showing up as a spoiler. :)


prayer circle for the xkit guy. we love you and support you and will wait patiently for you to do your thing. relax. have some tea. you’re my hero champ.

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Throwback Thursday - Effects master Phil Tippett works on one of our Spotlight of the Week vehicle, the AT-AT.



also that whole tale of aragorn and arwen thing where he saw her in the woods at twenty and fell instantly in love and it’s very beren and luthien? lies.

aragorn decided he was going to marry arwen when he was like, six.

and everyone thought it was just the cutest thing, baby estel with his little crush on the great immortal evenstar, and everyone would tease him about it relentlessly and he would get so mad, and pout, because how dare they doubt his word.

(arwen spent a lot of time biting back smiles and nodding very seriously when aragorn brings this up with her. no, estel, I do not know why they are laughing perhaps they have remembered a particularly funny joke.)

and then aragorn grows into this gangly teen and oh my god can you imagine being a pimply greasy teenager around fucking elves it’s a wonder he has any self-image left. His voice breaks every other word and the laundresses are beginning to wonder if something is wrong with the sheets because estel keeps washing them himself and aragorn wants to die, god, arwen is never going to marry him if he stays all elbows and skinny knees and he can’t even look her in the eye anymore without blushing, eye contact is probably something to look for in a husband—

(arwen, who never had to go through puberty because elves don’t do anything so undignified, tries to comfort him by saying she likes his blemishes. aragorn gives her a look of such utter, miserable despair that she starts laughing.)

(this is a mistake. he spends the next three weeks nursing his wounded ego and refusing to see her.)

estel is twenty when he asks for her hand. he is lean, slender and fair as a new tree, and so arwen does not feel guilt in kissing his cheek and gently refusing. he is still green, he will weather greater storms than this—and he takes it as he should, clasping her hand and swearing to ever be her loyal friend.

they write to each other—when she is in lorien, when he wanders with the rangers of the north, fights alongside gondor, travels to distant lands. it is an inconstant tie—he is rarely afforded time enough to put pen to paper; she is reserved so as not to encourage what may not be. (she signs her letters always, your friend. She likes him too well to be cruel in this.)

the years pass. his weariness and strife creeps onto the page, and she sends him tokens to fend off the darkness—leaves from lothlorien, the ribbon from her hair, snippets of poems. it is not enough it is never enough I am sorry, she writes.

his reply is gentle: you are enough. do not stop writing.

(she carries that letter tucked inside her sleeve for a long while, like a talisman—though against what evil, she does not know.)

she is in the house of her grandmother when a familiar voice calls out to her: my lady luthien!

this is when arwen looks up, sees aragorn—broad of chest and rugged, still wearing his battered mail, with one hand balanced lazily on the pommel of his sword. All the trees of caras galadhon are gold but he is shadow and silver, kingliness resting lightly on his shoulders—

and arwen thinks, oh fuck

To this I add Bilbo Baggins, who upon first coming through Rivendell found a young boy languishing with affection in the gardens and tried to give him advice on what flowers she might like best and was in return told certain of the stories that Elrond would tell. They became great friends, both the outsiders no matter how well-meaning their company, and years later Bilbo teased Aragorn - why were you not at the feast? The Lady Arwen was there - and Aragorn shook his head and helped the Hobbit with his poems and stories, and listened when he told him again all the things he’d forgotten he’d told him before.

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