February 2009
154 posts
OMG, guys. That bunny I just reblogged was available as a print on Etsy, and I just bought it. I will hang it on my wall and love it with all my heart.
I think the guy running the WNYC pledge drive with Soterios Johnson today is, um, drunk.
“And when you dial, it’s like he’s right there beside you, in some kind of shadowy form, helping you press those keys.” (Referring to Alec Baldwin, who is perhaps the last person I want helping me with my phone calls.)
And a few minutes later:
“Dial with a fury! Dial with...
Why, yes, I did eat cookie dough for dinner. And no, I don’t see a problem with that.
My only regret is that now it’s all gone.
OK. I need to rant.
I was supposed to have an MRI two weeks ago. The doctor’s office called me at the last minute to tell me that we had to reschedule because they hadn’t submitted some paperwork to the insurance company in time. Fine. Rescheduled for this Saturday (because that’s exactly what I want to be doing on a Saturday morning). I just got another call from the...
What I want: meat. What I have: an orange.
Hrrrmph.
Tonight, I had a wonderful moment. My dad passed away years ago. In my lifetime, he’s been dead longer than he’s been alive. Excluding family, none of the people close to me have ever met him. Remembering is a communal process; deprived of that community, I sometimes think I’m imagining this “father” idea that I carry around with me. It’s an uncertain idea at...
Overheard on the A train this morning
Girl 1: …yeah, and then she got the gay herpes. Girl 2: Where? Girl 1: On her face.
This unfollowfriday thing is kind of odd. SMM, if following you is wrong, I don’t want to be right. Also, it’s not Friday.
“Well into the first decade of the 21st century, first coitus still marks the ‘‘loss’’ of virginity rather than the gain of any of the potential benefits of sex. A part of sexuality—various sexual behaviors linked to adverse consequences such as sexually transmitted infections and unintended pregnancy—has replaced the whole of adolescent sexuality. From this point of view, all of...
Has anyone read...
subjecttochange:
The Yiddish Policemen’s Union by Michael Chabon? And what did you think? It keeps calling to me, and I almost bought it last night, but I didn’t. I already have a bunch of unread things here and some on the way, but am wondering if it’s worth pushing to the top of the list.
I read it. It took a while for it to grab me. By the end I was glad I had read it, and there were...
To Aaron: all the good thoughts in the world.
I’ve been unbelievably productive today. I haven’t really been on Tumblr today.
These facts: not unrelated. Sigh.
Gin + root beer = gross
Even the recession can’t make this taste good.
God, I can’t wait until I’m rich enough to travel everywhere by teleporter.
True story, pt II
I’m scrolling through the day’s posts on my iPhone, with its nice, big, bright screen. Someone has posted a photo of a lady. This lady does not have on very much clothing, and she is giving me a look that says she wants to sleep with me.
This is when my phone freezes. No matter how frantically I paw at that big bright HIGHLY VISIBLE touch screen, the sexy lady will not go away.
...
Meg, he kinda creeps me out too. But I used to have a thing for Nic Cage…so, you know, glass houses and all that.
Clarification of "On Why I Should Never Buy...
thoseareturkeys:
siddman:
billda:
My original missive, which sparked so much righteous anger among female Tumblrs:
“Girls are incredibly annoying this way - give you the vibe all night, accept your drinks, flirt, then come last call, she and her friends all bounce together in what seems like 10 seconds. And so, after this happened to me a few times, I too no longer buy girls drinks. Do you...
True story
I just spent 25 minutes sitting on a bus bound for Atlantic City, despite the fact that I’m actually trying to go to Boston. Clever me.
Please, I beg you, watch Moscow Cats Theatre...
(via poisonville)
Sound advice.
I should point out that shorterexcerpts was apparently quoted out of context in that last reblog chain— the original post isn’t nearly as bad.
Billda, however, has no excuse.
On Why I Should Never Buy Drinks
tumblevision:
bowlingalleylawyer:
billda:
shorterexcerpts:
The scene: concert at The Loft
…I was pulled aside by the cute brunette in the red dress who had earlier complimented me on my hat…
Annoying craziness. I barely get a kiss, and I’m out money for jager shots. At least 90% of the one-night hookups I’ve had, I have bought no drinks.
Ah yes, you should never have broken your rule....
Mixed thoughts about this Rihanna photo.
fatmanatee:
I understand the need to show people how serious the issue is, but seeing someone become THE image of domestic violence is alarming. I hope she’s able to pull through this ordeal.
I don’t really have mixed thoughts. I think it’s an unconscionable invasion of her privacy. If she chooses to become an advocate, good for her. But otherwise, this is beyond the realm of the...
An entire pizza.
sistermarymartha:
I can do this too. And then you are all, wtf happened to pizza? Jesus. it was good.
Oh, I knew what happened to it. It was a battle of wills by the end, but I refused to back down.
Regardless: if you ever make it to NYC, I will take you to DiFara’s, and we will split three pizzas between the two of us.
Also, SMM: enough with the Sasquatch. We can all see quite clearly that there is naught of the Sasquatch about you, and majority rules. So go enjoy being hot in your cute new dresses and sexy heels. I promise, you look damn good.
Ok? Ok.
An entire pizza.
That is what I ate tonight, singlehandedly. Half plain, half sausage.
Note to self: when it comes to food and/or booze, do not try to keep up with dudes twice your size. Success is worse than failure.
(Still, that was some good pizza.)
“There is no sound medical justification for encouraging preening self-display and strutting narcissistic exhibitionism among the pinworm community.”
-via Wordsmoker.
These are the ads that Gmail has decided are appropriate for me:
-Six ads for wrinkle cream (WTF?) -One for Ann Coulter (double WTF?) -One trying to convince me that rice cakes have changed (unlikely).
Why? Really, why?
Dude, that color shit is creepy. And not very nice. Hrrmph.
Dear NYT: Stop fucking with me.
I get it. I do. Rich people are Not Like Us. Please stop beating this particular dead horse.
Reached on her cellphone, Barbaralee Diamonstein-Spielvogel, a preservationist and Democratic fund-raiser, spoke lovingly of Mr. Mania, whom she described as “the ambassador from Friuli.” She paused to say goodbye to her driver and explained that she was at the airport in North Carolina and on her way...
Continuing the baseball theme, because I have a...
Baseball is our national pastime for many reasons. It is pastoral and traditional and democratic. It is brutally unfair, complex, intellectual, multi-layered and yet simple at the same time. “You throw the ball, you catch the ball, you hit the ball. Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose, sometimes it rains,” to quote the movie Bull Durham.
Its greatest quality of all might be...
