He’s the super clean one in the house, and every once in a while my total indifference to hygiene (ok, not total, but the do-the-dishes-twice-a-week kind) causes him to lash out. He’s now washing frantically and sniffing a lot, and I can’t tell if it’s because he’s got a cold or because he’s actually snivelling about it. Probably the former.
I just put a giant strawberry-raspberry slab pie in the oven.
I’d know that smell anywhere.
You should probably go ask the person who originally posted it why they said that. My only purpose is to post and reblog pictures of Tsubasa. In the past I have removed people’s comments from their posts and they’ve gotten mad. So either way someone’s going to get mad.
In this situation I would err on the side of, you know, NOT PROMOTING RACISM. But then you wouldn’t want to risk making a racist mad by removing their racist commentary, would you? Screw this tumblr. I love pretty pictures of Tsubasa, but if you are comfortable with that kind of thing, I am not interested anymore.
Bean Bunny was voiced by Dave Coulier.
- Fozzie Bear
- The Swedish Chef
- Sam the Eagle
- Rizzo the Rat
- Kermit the Frog
5. Sam the Eagle
7. Swedish Chef
9. Statler and Waldorf
One time I saw Chris Matthews in Philadelphia, although I wasn’t sure it was him, so (like the weirdo I am) I walked back and forth staring at him until he gave me a weird look. Then I ran away.
The bf and I also saw Michael Shannon (Van Alden from Boardwalk Empire) in the RDU airport recently. I thought it was very odd because he’s at least 10 years older than me but was dressed like a teenager. Who knows what he was doing there, and I didn’t know his real name at the time so we didn’t think there was any point in bothering him.
Robert Carlyle is in the new series Once Upon a Time as Mr. Gold (aka Rumplestiltskin.) I have no idea if it’s going to be a great show or not, but I’m going to give it a chance in hopes of some Rush-like goodness.
I have never laughed/squeed so hard in my life.
I refused to listen to it and I cannot understand why she would have one of the most repugnant (washed-up) political figures in America on her show to promote his book (which, btw, is called “Suicide of a Superpower” WTFOMGBBQ) when we all know she is not a good tough questioner and ah ma gahhhh I think I am going crazy.
I’m so glad! I really like it too - I thought it might be too bright for me, but when you use a light hand it is really cute and subtle. I’m really happy you liked the lollipop too! It was homemade actually, from a big batch I made on my birthday.
Thanks for helping to make my giveaway a lot of fun <3
Best way to spend the first night of my fall break.
Look at fucking Karnak! And the Parthenon! We cannot even figure that shit out.
In other news, I’ve been watching way too many old episodes of NOVA on Hulu.
Today I found out that I accidentally ordered an extra blush compact in my latest makeup order. Instead of sending it back I thought that maybe someone on tumblr might want it. It’s a very bright pink powder blush made by the Japanese brand, Candy Doll.
Also, the ridiculous text on the package is awesome:
“Candy Doll is a cosmetic that realizes the wish that the girl wants to be cute. Sweet as fluffy, Happy as milky, It begins sparkling as made magic.”
So, if you happen to want it, please just reply to/reblog this post and let me know. I’ll choose someone randomly by the end of the week!
Lancelot died????!! You are trying way too hard to get away from the already distant canonical Arthurian legend.
You guys realize that the Westboro Baptist Church just exists to provoke people and get them to assault its members, right? Ignorezies, Ignorezies, Ignorezies. Unless you’re the IRS. In which case, AUDITZIES.
thank god Fred Phelps and his family weren’t allowed in Canada.
It’s so strange to think that at one time he was a civil rights lawyer and activist.
The nineteenth century teemed with mysterious and horrible events: the Protocols of the Elders of Zion, the notorious forgery that later inspired Hitler; the Dreyfus Case; and numerous intrigues involving the secret services of various nations, Masonic sects, Jesuit conspiracies, as well as other episodes that—were they not documented truths—would be difficult to believe.
The Prague Cemetery is a story in which all the characters except one—the main character—really existed. Even the hero’s grandfather, the author of a mysterious actual letter that triggered modern anti- Semitism, is historical.
And the hero himself, though fictional, is a personage who resembles many people we have all known, past and present. In the book, he serves as the author of diverse fabrications and plots against a backdrop of extraordinary coups de théâtre: sewers filled with corpses, ships that explode in the region of an erupting volcano, abbots stabbed to death, notaries with fake beards, hysterical female Satanists, the celebrants of black Masses, and so on.
I am expecting two kinds of readers. The first has no idea that all these things really happened, knows nothing about nineteenth-century literature, and might even have taken Dan Brown seriously. He or she should gain a certain sadistic satisfaction from what will seem a perverse invention—including the main character, whom I have tried to make the most cynical and disagreeable in all the history of literature.
The second, however, knows or senses that I am recounting things that really happened. The fact that history can be quite so devious may cause this reader’s brow to become lightly beaded with sweat. He will look anxiously behind him, switch on all the lights, and suspect that these things could happen again today. In fact, they may be happening in that very moment. And he will think, as I do: “They are among us…”” —Umberto Eco, “A Note from the Author” on his new book, The Prague Cemetery.
According to that asshole Garrison Keillor, ketchup “contains natural mellowing agents that help you see that life is ok just as it is.” Maybe that’s why?
You know, every once in a while when I muster up the courage to wear false eyelashes, I realize that they are way easier to put on than I always imagine.
Damn, I want a squareness gun.
I am a smug bean-eater.
So, I tried to make dinner tonight with this frozen hot pot mix I got from the Chinese supermarket.
Oh my god. I don’t know what was wrong with it but it smelled HORRIBLE. Which doesn’t seem possible because the only things in it were tofu, dried mushrooms, and chili flakes. I suppose it might have gone bad.
Anyway, it was DISGUSTING and made the whole house smell. So much so that the bf and I evacuated to Target for air fresheners and a new dinner.
I’m afraid it’s going to be like that episode of Seinfeld, and the smell will never go away and we’ll have to abandon the house to squatters.