bluebears: Just because as a society we’ve decided to cloak our body dysmorphia in buzzwords such as “good abs” and other lingo that suggests athleticism doesn’t mean we are operating under any less unrealistic and unnatural standards of beauty as societies that featured whalebone corsets and foot binding.
On giving yourself a consolation headnod and...
Scene: L and I playing cards, listening to the radio. The Boys of Summer begins. I hate this song. I don’t like anything Eagles or any of the former members’ solo work. L knows this but neither of us gets up to change the station because, come on, the radio’s all the way over there. He doesn’t hate this song. What I hear him say: “It reminds me of...
Hoopy Froods: Twist it 'round ya head. Spin it... →
I’m conflating Petey Pablo and Douglas Adams, but it’s Towel Day. Thinking about how best to catch an intergalactic ride made me sing that song.
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edman: Stop what you are doing and watch Sherlock. It’s on Netflix Instant Watch. And it’s amazing. EDIT: Also, I love the usage of tilt-shift photography in the opening sequence. Seconded. Bonus: Martin Freeman being all Martin Freeman-y.
Made GMa’s stroganoff and getting boozy because, end times or no, rapture is being full of sour cream and wine.
king5news: Don’t make plans for Saturday. Or maybe you should. That’s the day the Rapture is supposedly coming. Judge for yourself.
Sometimes it’s the little things, like when you eat ghost eggs for breakfast. http://t.co/SPrI6FF
In which I discover another way I know very little...
She called yesterday to say she was standing in Ft. Meyers, Florida after just completing some motorcycling challenge (she kept calling it the Iron Butt—it’s a real thing). She drove 1000 miles in 24 hours (that’s called the SaddleSore). Weird. Ok. Cool. Good for you, Mom. We do not share goals, but I can tell you’re excited. Hope you wore your helmet. Oh, sure she...
Live webcast of Neil deGrasse Tyson tonight at... →
ipomoeaandthestarstealers: I shipped out all my “literary” goodies today. I use “literary” loosely, because the stack involved Carrie Prejean and Sarah Palin. But anyway, check your mailboxes, ladies! There’s free books coming to you! Come on, brain damage!
relevant to my interest (in comfy pants) →
” IHM is the new home-delivery service in Ballard and Fremont licensed to sell and deliver beer, wine, snacks, food, desserts, tobacco, ice cream and more. The service is available Thursday through Saturday between 8 p.m. and 3 a.m.”
listening to “Threshold (8 Bit) - Brian LeBarton” ♫ http://blip.fm/~14a3z3