Geek moment of the week: One of my favorite authors added me as a friend on Ravelry! eeeee!
I need a new pair of Docs.
I need a new paradox.
So we’re one of the top 12 colleges where you get the “most bang for your buck.” Which is apparently good, because we’re also the university that you’ll graduate with more than the average debt from.
Oh great, yeah. I was really worried about that. Uh huh.
How is it Wednesday again already?
Don’t breathe my air.
“Introverts never have awkward silences. We only have awkward conversations.”
YOU ARE NOT SPECIAL.
Sometimes I ask myself how people who are this spectacularly stupid are still alive. And then I remember that breathing is an involuntary reflex.
I don’t really understand the bears. What were the bears all about?
Hmmmm Also I think that the price of that book is straight up ridiculous.
You are a wonder person.
Kinda over that word twerking.
I kind of love this guy. I might have to check out his book.
But I can’t even remember the last movie I watched.
I wonder why they called it Blackfish. Do they not know that whales are not fish?
Nooo, Daniel! There’s a reason Roger Moore is everyone’s least favorite Bond.
Reformatory Girls kills me.
This is crazy!
Mrs. Hudson took my skull.
I just don’t understand why people think it’s OK to take food that doesn’t belong to them.
Slut is a derogatory term for a reason. All these ridiculous women go on and on about “slut-shaming” and how it has to end. I’m sorry, but sending the message to my daughter that going onstage in front of millions of people and behaving the way not only Miley Cyrus did, but Robin Thicke’s behavior as well, is never going to happen. That is not acceptable behavior. That’s troubling. It’s not even troubling ART. It should be troubling to self proclaimed feminists, but it isn’t. Instead they’re telling you to cease with the SLUT SHAMING. “Yes, young ladies everywhere! Lay claim to your sexuality by dancing badly, singing as if you’ve just run a marathon, and grinding your latex underpants clad booty against the fully clothed groin of a married man nearly twice your age. That’s really giving it to the patriarchy (if you know what I mean).” Pathetic. I hate modern feminism.
See? I get going on these tangents.
Meanwhile, in Syria …
WTF?!? No. Hell no.
I wish I had the extra cash for a manicure. And a pedicure. Which I refuse to call mani/pedi because that’s just obnoxious. But I could use one.
I am not having a good day.
The pilot of Hell on Wheels was … choppy. I hope it gets better.
ok, don’t say hi then
Fight the power.
Oh God, the fruit punch scene. I get choked up just thinking about it.
‘â€œCheck your privilegeâ€ is an arrogant phrase that really means â€œI know more than you. So shut up.â€’
I am predictable in my anti-fishery-ness.
That was a damn good salad.
“Amanda Palmer’s family.”
63 days 17 hours 3 minutes 21 seconds to Halloween!!!
Honestly, it’s not a law that you have to comment on a post just because it’s there. If you don’t have anything to contribute to the conversation move along.
“Reeducation camps for people that weren’t educated in the first place.”
Food! And the store! And food! And whee!
I don’t care what anyone thinks. I love Crowded House.
Oh my GOD. Stop exaggerating!
I saw the Banana Car!
One hundred eleventy seven percent.
Filling the gaps.
It isn’t even remotely as hard to vote as it is to buy an “assault weapon,” you half-witted has been.
My skull is surely going to split open just above my right temple at any moment now. Surely.
I so very much loathe it when it’s humid.
There are notes in both English and Japanese in my text book. It’s very interesting.
I never make notes or highlight things in my textbooks.
Look at all this SLR equipment! I’m going to be needing an adapter so I can use these lenses with Ripper.
I think it’s time for sleep. Most definitely.