My name is Kablamo von Strudelthumb and I come here from the year, 1987.
These are some magical head LOLs that I have mashed, cuddled and raepd before mysteriously translating them into eye LOLs for the convenience of Lord Salamander.
This is a no hate blog and I strongly believe that DOCTOR WHO and HARRY POTTER are the nectar of the gods.
I only tag a picture under "photography" if it was actually taken by me.
PLEASE, ONLY FOLLOW IF YOU ACTUALLY (for some reason) FIND MY POSTS ENTERTAINING!
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I'm sorry if I don't follow back. I'm already following more blogs than I can efficiently handle.
I also have a Tumblr which I dedicate to my lame photography:
Silent Melody Photography
And this Billie Piper one:
Billie Piper
And now there's this one where we ask you to submit photos of your bedrooms: Glimpse of Your Soul
If you want to know a little more about me,
click here.
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
My darling Bert.
This photogiraffe was an absolute fluke. She only looked at the camera as I flashed it in her face super quickly I didn’t look through the lens so I could catch her unaware, and the moment it went *click* she bashfully looked away. I have no idea how it worked out, but good golly she’s photogenic little person.
Little fucker.
Beautiful. Utterly beautiful.
The girl with the eyes. I WANT TO GO CLICK WITH MY CAMERA!
Well that nap failed. So I finished off this picture of Gemma. I haven’t seen it on my own computer yet so excuse it if it’s a bit of an over intense edit. I did it this way to make her freckles pop out of the screen.
My wee cousin Daniel who isn’t so wee anymore. I took this last January on the tenth anniversary of our grandpa’s last day of life. Humans are so morbid.
Go away you horrendous creature!
Stephanie LaFarge and Nim Chimpsky as a wee little infant.
A 20 year old Leonard Nimoy with Mona Knox photographed for LA Times on February 18th, 1952.
The reason for the article attached to the picture didn’t actually have anything to do with Mona (who was co-starring in “Kid Monk Baroni” with ol’ Lenny at the time), she’s only there because she has a vagina. The photographer had a cry and said,
“Who wants to look at a picture of a guy?” and then demanded, “Go get a cute tomato and pose with her, and we’ll get your picture in the paper.”
What the article was actually about was the approval of Nimoy’s 10 picture contract with Jack Broder Productions. The contract ensured that he would be paid $200 per week with a $25 pay rise after every second film. The writist man felt the need to note that Mona was wearing “a white sweater and snug skirt,” and that “the photographer approved of Mona.”
How very classy of them.
Well this looks familiar to my insides.
(Source: connieimboden.com)
Betty Rue.
Betty.
Bertie.
Bert.
Banana.
Fuckstick.
Peanut.
My little weasel pony dingo lizard child.
She really loves the taste of saliva and phlegm. Mucus in general. If I spit, Betty is there on the double to lick it all up. She is Mucus Dog. And I love her.
Mah Garry blossom teaching himself to play his favourite instrument. He’s really doing very well. He has such great rhythm. I guess that’s why he’s such a good drummer. And yet he really only drums in bands “to listen to the guitars”. Someday he could be part of the guitar sound in his band. Gosh he’s great. And he hasn’t given up.
Dancing in Golden Gate Park, 1969.
Oh to be able to photogiraffe this glorious woman.
(Source: aestheticadventurer)
Adrien Brody photogiraffed by Andy Gotts.