There’s nothing quite like passive aggressive cupcakes.

This is a fantastic article.

Secret Rag-and-Feather Whore

Aw, how sweet!

Wow. This is some remarkably poor taste.

That makes me sad. And tired.

Neat!

Gah. Whoever thought midseason breaks were a good idea is a jerkface.

“You always have a way of somehow being really helpful but also making me feel like a complete idiot at the same time.”

Interesting. I love that movie.

She always has this look on her face like she thinks someone’s about to give her a really good present. Sort of hopeful, yet terrified.

I’m not that Jennifer.

Hopeless Snow Kisser

“But we met you hеre about a month ago. I dont make no such claims. Thеre were magazines on a table.”

Al Jourgensen used to be hot. Now he’s just kind of … I don’t even know the word I’m looking for.

HA!

Every single time someone says Uri Geller, I get this stuck in my head.

These people are constantly exchanging freshman and freshmen. It drives me crazy.

Is there anything NOT to like about Patrick Stewart??

Wow, I didn’t even know that was a word.

Open-Hearted Mirror Guest

Kevin D. Williamson always makes me chuckle.

I always feel weird using the word chuckle. It seems like such a fat middle aged balding man word.

Who the hell is Columbus Short?

I dunno. Sometimes I type kik instead of lol. It’s probably the universe’s way of saying “Stop using lol.”

I’m stuck on song repeat mode, but I’ve been sharing too much country lately.

I maintain that fashion is the longest running practical joke in the world.

Four-in-the-Morning Tea-and-Orange Killer

I’m a little George Clooney’s weddinged out, thanks. Are we taking bets on how long the marriage will last yet? I mean they haven’t even been dating a year, and he was all I’M NEVER GETTING MARRIED HA HA. I dunno. Call me a cynic, but I don’t put a lot of faith in this one working out.

I’m tired of clickbait. What happened next will BLOW YOU AWAY. THEY DID THE UNTHINKABLE. You won’t believe what HAPPENED NEXT. blah blah blah. It’s cheap and tawdry.

It looks just like NetFlix.

I am not a number!!!!!

ARRRRGghhHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH Stop. Talking. Stop. Talking. Stop. Talking. STOP. TALKING.

Oh my God. You cannot be serious with this.

This is not my job. This is not my job. This is not my job.

I look cute in a Britishish sort of way today.

Oh so now we’re like BFFs or something. Weird.

This is a bonfire, snuggly sweater, hard cider, corduroy skirt kind of day.

Wow. Yes. This is pretty right on.

Drunken Banana Gypsy

Mm Hmmmm

Aaaand that’s what happens when you Google “Velma’s socks.”

your hands are cold

Karma Chameleon came on and it short circuited my brain.

Unknowing Stranger Saint

“I don’t know how to make copies of printed things!”

no i don’t

Not all the songs today are country though. So there.

Everything will

I feel jittery. I don’t know why. I should probably eat a Pop Tart. Probably.

What a metaphor.

Wounded Peacock Sailor

Oh my God. I’m so glad I bought this baby backpack.

Thumbs up to you!

‘I don’t trust people who say “I like to think of myself”.’

echolocation

I have to go check the status of the item in the dryer.

ARRRRgghghhHH I hate this assignment. So much. So. Very. Much.

I need more Eggleston in my life.

How the hell did I end up with all day meetings? I don’t think my brain can take that much cologne.

Because your cologne is like tiny daggers of deep deep denial in my brain.

Little jazz hands dot dot dot

it’s stuck in my head so i’m sharing

I make no apologies.

I’m so sad because it’s going to fail. Which in turn makes me question continuing this post at all. Because I thought for sure that I had at least 25 regulars, and I thought for sure those 25 regulars loved Random enough to want a Random tee. sigh. I’m very sad. And, honestly, really bummed.

What a cool place.

Ohhhhhhh! I love Chagall. And Mirot.

Why do women wear so much eyeliner? Honestly, you might as well just take a Sharpie to outline your eyeballs. Tone it down, ladies.

“I need a tree cutting machine.”

Wait. Information Society is still around? Wow. How’d they manage that, I wonder.

She told me that if I drink warm jello my hair will grow faster.

Some cool stuff.

I’m not really a Malkovitch fan, but from a photographic view these are fantastic.

Why do people on this campus keep thinking I’m the go to person for this program? I have literally nothing to do with it.

I love Robert Downey Jr.

This is one of those “it’s not rape rape” situations, I guess. Disgusting.

GAaaargh. It’s one thing after another with the tech in this building.

One major bonus to wearing mostly black and gray is the absence of stains from things like the mustard I just got on both my skirt and my shirt.

I wish I spoke seven languages.

No one who works in an office should ever wear that much cologne. And they sure as hell shouldn’t go out and refresh it at lunch.

I wonder if I could rig up an iced coffee that doesn’t taste too God awful. It is a full service kitchen.

I love these meetings so much. It’s so much fun to be mocked for not being a great big leftie Dem like the rest of you.

This is fascinating!

I miss Rollinghead.

I think my thumb drive is wonked. I think I need a new one.

Well that was a coffee fail. In that I never even made it to the kitchen.

Most of the emails you mark high priority go straight into my trash. You need to learn to be more discerning.

Do you see this face? This face should tell you how much I care about your inability to connect to the WiFi with all thirty seven of your personal mobile devices.

This is not that kind of college.

Honestly. What self respecting man calls himself a

That’s probably too specific.

I posted in the past about a different Reason article that I’m reasonably certain Gillespie penned and said that while I agreed with it 100%, I probably wasn’t going to let Miss W watch South Park. Then I found out the Mister was already letting her watch it. Then I realized I was actually totally OK with that.

Ah yeah. Here it is.

el oh el

I don’t know what you think I can do about this problem from my dining room.

You’re spinning your wheels.

I don’t wear high heels.

I love you, Cranapple.

I’m loving this yarn. I might have to make myself a sweater with it. Probably in this color too.

I have too many WIPs.

Are we there yet?

I felt it merited its own post. Because, you guys. Come on. It’s a big deal, right? The official Random Wednesday t shirt!

And it has a chicken! Because chickens on the Compound, and nobody here but us chickens, and random.

Plus, look at it. It’s cute and cool all at once. And we have the good girlie tees. Not just that unisex bidness that is so frustrating for the gals. And stuff.

So you should buy one, because you love Random Wednesday. It’s one of your favorite things, if not your all time favorite thing on the internet. Or at least it’s your favorite thing about Wednesdays.

Look, if it’s not, just lie to me. I can’t take the rejection right now. So buy a shirt. Because if we don’t sell 25, then none of us gets one, and we’ll all be really really sad. Like crying sad.

Nobody wants to see that.

“Isn’t it not” … Oh boy.

She keeps saying ecsetera.

Ooph. When you use a 24 hour clock you don’t actually have to enter a.m. and p.m.

Wow. You really just said “She shit her pants in a van” in class. You should really just stop talking now.

That seems like a pretty John Grishamy thing to do.

I don’t think that people really understand that it isn’t actually a “selfie” if someone else is pushing your shutter button.

Ooh, that’s a good new euphemism for us photogs and stuff. Stop pushing my shutter button! Or, alternately, He really pushes my shutter button, if you know what I mean, wink wink.

Huh. I have absolutely no memory at all of putting this Tears For Fears song on the iPhone that isn’t a phone.

“It’s not like a field full of high hipsters is all that different from a kindergarten class.”

snort.

I had no idea Ione Skye was British. Or wait. Maybe I did.

You’re overcomplicating it, dude.

These are wonderful!!

I think they ought to stop using the term “honorable” in senators’ titles. It’s almost never true.

Um. Those aren’t maple leaves. Maybe you meant “maple” leaves.

The problem, you see, is that I find myself to actually be a desperate optimist, despite my outward cynicism. And as a result, I am in a constant state of disappointment by other humans. It’s a wretched thing. I’d so much rather not care.

If the pilgrims didn’t set foot on Plymouth Rock until 1667, there couldn’t have been a Massachusetts Bay Colony School Law of 1642. Try to keep up.

America was also something of a penal colony, people always overlook that.

I think we can safely say I’d be the giggle at a funeral.

Why am I the only one who’s not allowed to email the office any more? I think your “Top 5 EV Friendly Institutions in the US” is pretty spammy, gradass.

I don’t even agree with everything Ayaan Hirsi Ali says, but to deny her as a speaker because a bunch of leftist slaves to political correctness have labeled her message as hate speech is the real outrage. Hate speech is a blanket excuse to stifle the voices of people with whom you disagree and it’s straight up wrong. “Hate Speech” is the shield of the perpetual victim.

I’ve clearly bored you to tears.

Is it really necessary for you to have your conversation right there? What is it with people standing right in front of my doorway to carry on at top volume?

At the other end, I can totally hear you whisper whisper whispering over there.

This place is treacherous.

I thought Constitution Day was the 17th.

Oh today is the 17th.

Stop drumming your fingernails on the table. Seriously.

Did I mention that food at meetings ought to be outlawed? At least for people who can’t seem to keep from talking with their mouths full.

OK, it was a cute phrase the first couple of times, but you’ve beaten it to death. Let it go. Just let it go.

Honestly. I believe they’re actively trying to get me to quit. OK. I can work with that.

“My intentions were good and that’s the main thing.” Oy. Yes, that makes everything OK.

Every. Damn. Day.

Really, I’m in danger of a very foul mood.

Yup.

A donut would help. Or a caramel apple cider. The cider is easier to obtain.

It’s not my fault it’s stuck in my head.

I wonder if they’ll call. They probably won’t even call.

Yeah, I’m not sure I’m really into the whole quilted vest scene.

Ha.

I was not prepared to learn an entirely new Adobe platform today. This is going to take a bit.

Well hello there.

They do that shit on purpose to waste time because school is a horrible place to be.

How do I have three papers for the same class all due next week?

This poor girl. This is why we should be allowed to be armed.

Well it’s not like I never make grammar mistakes.

I think the main thing here is that the only real reason I’m taking classes is because I don’t have to pay for them. I don’t, in actual fact, give a damn about finishing this degree. I just don’t.

What a weird thing.

Holy wow!

“Also don’t google wearable penis. I forgot what the other half of the internet was.”

Dear God, John Travolta. Step away from the hair dye. “He looks like his own wax work statue.”

in actual fact. actually. factually.

Aww, this little guy.

Every time I look at this list of crap to write up I just get stuck.

Well. I guess we can’t all be Constitutional law professors, now can we?

I know you’re proud of your new look, Lipton, but the new packaging sucks.

Maybe I can get caramel cider tomorrow.

surprise!!!!!!

Staaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahp with the check your privilege already. Staaaaaaaaaaaaahp.

It’s presumptuous, bigoted, racist, and predicated on assumption. Bite me.

Whhyyyyyyyyyyy are so many people here so early today? Why you gotta ruin my morning quiet time?

Because women don’t generally have hairy asses?

The weather today! It’s going to be the only thing that salvages my mood, I can tell already.

Why would you send that email out to everybody? Why not just send it to the people who responded to your inquiry? That email is just spammy.

although i know you can’t appreciate it

At what point are you going to be forced to release your desperate grasp on that cloak of victimhood? Take some damn responsibility for yourself.

Adding a winky face to your passive aggressive bitchery does not magically make it not passive aggressive bitchery.

Today’s belly shirt looks like it was made out of shredded tissue paper. Sheesh.

Boxing used to be a sport in high school??

Somebody’s feet really stink. It’s so gross.

When did Coldplay get all 90s dance remix synth arena pop??

Bats are louder than you’d think.

Being here just makes me sad.

I don’t know what kind of fugue state I was in when I thought I could handle two classes and a 5 month old. And a full time job. And a 10 year old. And a husband. And a commute. And sleeping.

Wow, I read that as “racist rainstorm”. Ha.

i got sunshine in a bag

“Ballpoint pens will be the ruin of education in our country. Students use these devices and then throw them away. The American values of thrift and frugality are being discarded. Businesses and banks will never allow such expensive luxuries.” ~Federal Teachers, 1950

I unfriended him because he annoyed me.

And the Hoover Dam was never seen again.

It’s cold in here. Physically and metaphorically.

oooh! I just had a really good idea for a class. But I’m not sharing those ideas any more because they don’t take me seriously. Too bad for them. It was a really good idea.

Oh wow. This video.

I need a good hair day so I can get my new ID photo taken. I need some “I’ve been on a boat” hair.

I don’t like working with a counseling psychology doctoral student. I feel like he’s secretly analyzing me. In fact, my brain is quite sure he only took this job, which is wholly unrelated to his field, to write his dissertation on our weird office dynamics. I’m sure that says something about my ego or narcissistic tendencies or something. Is paranoia narcissistic? Seems like it must be.

Now I feel REALLY good about myself. Sheesh.

I don’t know how anyone can not be appalled by this. This isn’t mercy.

Huh. So Benedict Cumberbatch. Kind of a nutball.

This is pretty awesome.

I can’t be the only one who wants to pronounce anions like onions, but with an a. Anyuns. Right?

She keeps saying ecspecially.

Wow. You are actually the poster boy for being a pompous ass. Stop talking. Just stop.

Why do people put spiral bound notebooks in three ring binders?

Just because I have a goat doesn’t mean I’m particularly fond of goats. It means my people have a weakness for stray animals.

Wow. Wil Wheaton. He just doesn’t get any smarter, does he?

Why are these not in my kitchen?

Why am I not carrying my lunch to work in this?

Wow. Sarah Silverman. She just doesn’t get any smarter, does she?

Stop saying like. Stop. Saying. Like.

Your overdose of cologne is like tiny daggers of trying too hard in my brain.

It’s not FASFA! You work in higher ed, you should be pronouncing this acronym correctly. It’s FAFSA. FAFSA FAFSA FAFSA. What is so difficult about this???

Wow. Bill Nye. He just doesn’t get to be any less of an asshat, does he?

It’s not besides the point. It isn’t. It might be beside the point, but it’s never besides the point.

There’s a university rule about eating in class? Huh.

Freedom of speech does not refer to the language you speak, dude. Although, I suppose it protects your right to speak whatever language you want … But that’s not what it means!

There’s some really cool stuff here, guys. Really.

i’m in love

sigh. Paul is still totally dreamy.

Of course, this IS a good hair day, and it’s pouring buckets, so I can’t walk down and get my new damn hell ID photo anyway. Damn. Hell. Dammit.

Where is my food? (Sing it to the tune of “Where is My Mind?” Do it.)

People would probably be more inclined to adopt your rescue animals if it wasn’t so prohibitively expensive to do so.

Remind me to bring that thank you card and my protein bars to work tomorrow.

A Cyberman kisses you passionately while being eaten by the Vashta Nerada.

petrichor. mmmmmmmmmm

Wow. These peanuts are from my trip to Texas. How are these still in my bag?

Yup.

I think “Constitutional Law Professor” must mean something entirely different in POTUS land than it does in reality.

I can’t believe she thinks it’s too early for Halloween decorations. Pish!

Ketchup and fries.

Curses! I ordered giant knitting needles, not a giant crochet hook! What am I going to do with a giant crochet hook, you fools?

‘”Context” is the mother of prevarication.’

I got a migraine coming on. Oh yay.

I just think there is something kind of awesome about sending someone a surprise book in the mail. It says someone was thinking about you and wanted to share something with you. People should send each other books more often.

Just say NO to white text on your black blog background. nononononononononoooooooooooooooooooo no.

I need a beverage. Yo.

I think people on Facebook should post in the same voice that they speak.

This is fascinating.

Yeah, procreate is not a hyphenated word. Just FYI.

I was thinking this morning that I don’t think I’ve ever actually seen the definition of the word “just”. I don’t mean the “It was a just reward” definition, I mean the “I can’t just throw your arse out on the street, as much as I’d like to, you bastard” definition.  I suppose I’ve never actually seen the definition of most of the words in my vocabulary. It’s fascinating.

Gorgeous work! I like it even more since liberals apparently hate this woman for having 10 children.

I really feel that it is my duty, as a human on this planet, to be the official taste tester.

I’d be happy with Lynda Carter’s hair.

You lose points for the gold chain.

My feet are hot. I hate it when my feet are hot.

Stop pacing. Stop pacing. STOP PACING!!!

Fascinating.

Saying “as well, too” is ridiculous.

Oh wow. There’s a window back there.

That girl is wearing the tiniest outfit. When did those skin tight mock turtleneck crop tops come back? Who dresses like that for class? The fly on her tiny shorts is unzipped. I feel it would be too awkward to say anything.

I don’t understand why anyone would want to write with blue ink. It seems so frivolous to me. I’ll probably still like you if you do though. It’s not a deal breaker.

She has Live Strong tattooed on her wrist. A yellow plastic bracelet was clearly not quite commitment enough.

I’ve actually been listening to the radio in the car lately. I can’t plug my iPod into the stereo in Deep Space Nine. Which is what I’ve named my behemoth. So I skip stations a lot, because that’s how I roll. So I think I like this song.

Also, if you wanna send me a mix cd, I’d really love it. For serious.

I don’t care. I want to see the photos from Angelina Jolie’s wedding. Don’t judge me.

I am thoroughly tired of hearing about “Radical Activist Leni Sinclair, Co-Founder of the White Panther Party.”

I really have got to get Nick Gillespie here.

WordPress is killing me this morning.

You should not be allowed to eat at meetings. Ever. I don’t want to hear you talking with your mouth full of food. Just stop. Just stop.

I don’t understand people who put nuts in brownies. Why would you ruin a perfectly good brownie like that?? It’s just mean!

The smell of your coffee is like tiny daggers of bitter enmity in my brain.

Why are you all so loud? All the time. All. The. Time. You’re so loud.

Oh my GOD I’m trapped in this meeting that I am completely irrelevant to. THERE IS NO ESCAPE. I hate this week.

What!

Though I maintain that the animated version is better. Was better. Whatever whatever.

This has been stuck in my head for days. I had forgotten how much I loved this song.

I took a tiny tiny piece of pie, but it still isn’t tiny enough. Too. Much. Sugar.

And these are all the ways in which this room is not actually a FISH BOWL. gah.

… Really?

It’s not a toy.

I heard this on the radio too. I find it oddly mesmerizing. Oddly. I think it’s the chorus.

I can’t believe you spelled Pete Townshend wrong.

I can’t get anything done. Stop emailing me with your nonsense.

what if what if what if

Look. You can’t ask me the same questions over and over while I’m migranous and not expect me to be a little grumpy with you.

Just stop it with this foolishness already.

I’m so done with this week. I can’t even tell you. Make it stop.

Wait. How is it that “black pride” gets to be “righteous”?

I need something. Something that is not in this office.

No. I’d have to go to the store.

Haaaaaaaah?

WTF is “white girl wasted”?

Huh. Facebook is brokenish. Oh well.

“Smartest dumbfucks in town.”

Ooooh! You can get long sleeved tees in my shop now! Go buy something! Quick! I’ll wait here.

I’m such a good person.

Wow.

what am i supposed to do

scratch scratch scratch

Nope. Those are not the right keys.

ArGH flies!

It is time to read, if you’re reading.

Yarrrrr, matey.

I don’t care what anyone says. I’ll always be true to the Oxford comma.

I like the Washington Crossing the Delaware one.

I kind of love that carnivorous cupcake.

farmy farm farm

I suppose I’m wrong for finding the cover of Spiderwoman #1 kind of hilarious.

Wow, I had no idea this existed. I love it.

Random tweet from the past: I dreamt I gave @adamsbaldwin a hair cut. He looked great, considering I don’t know anything about cutting hair.

Woebegone is all one word, dude.

Oh! I love love love this!

sigh. Words mean things. Just because a word *sounds* like it fits what you’re trying to say, doesn’t make it true.

When I say I want mustard on my sandwich, that does not mean you should squirt half the bottle on it. Mustard has a pretty powerful flavor. You don’t need much. Get me to the napkins.

ITS not it’s. ITS NOT IT’S!!!!!!

“Tim McGraw still has the hots for his wife.” How could he not?

Wow. Weird. And creepy.

I’m liking this site right now.

I’m so glad control z worked there!!!

Ha!

automaton annihilation

How is “naked dating” even a thing???

Lena Dunham. Why. Ugh. Just stop.

These are beautiful.

They’re raising awareness so that they can continue to raise awareness.

Everything is just so damp. bleah

I could go for a donut.

Instagram appears to be broken. Now what will I stare at?

I just ate a really good chicken, bacon, ranch wrap. I think I need to have them for lunch regularly.

Dear God, what is that smell?

So much dumb.

My battery is dying.

Tractor crossing signs signaling some weird, centaur like hybrid of man and machine.

I do not like the new Lipton tea packaging at all.

Any table is a dining table if you dine at it.

Tiffani Thiessen has the best hair ever in White Collar. I wish it was mine.

See? That is why people don’t like spiders. Because when you hook your fingers over the handle of the lint trap and feel something crunchy they jump out at you. THEY JUMP OUT AT YOU.

I think I have encountered at least 5 different types of spider in this house.

I’m making this shawl so I can be a shawl person. It’s going to be so cozy.

The word “impeach” is becoming sort of meaningless.

That was one of those “I’m not really sorry” sorries. Sorry.

This baby is not happy today. Not. Happy.

“Fiddlers bottle dance sticks in my mind.”

I smell like a campfire and cheap cigars.

Those are surprisingly good cookies.

That blue guy is my favorite.

“As if there’s a fucking difference.”

I’m cooooooold.

I feel like I should have been able to read more on this trip.

one two three four five six

There is youe spider friend who lives on the ceiling. Do you see him smiling? He is waving at you.

Bite his face so he knows you love him.

Ha!

What? I do not remember Pogo Ball.

I think I need to just decide that I’m a shawl person. I think it’s just something you claim.

would a little more love make it

Dammit! I cannot tell the Sleeping Bear story without getting choked up. It’s so embarrassing. It’s because I’m a mom. It breaks my heart. I was telling it today to the new doc student and he said “It’s OK, it’s not real!”

I can just imagine how unofficially excited you must be.

Oops. I forgot to walk him through WordPress.

How about just NOT RIOTING? How does breaking the law and hurting people – either physically or economically – fix your problems?

I love post cards.

I made a list of all the shit I have to do. And then I lost the list.

Please. Pierce Brosnan was probably the worst Bond of them all.

There needs to be a word between scent and odor. They both seem too extremely romantic or derogatory.

The geosciences building smells like elementary school and reminds me of my grandpa’s house. I like it over there despite all of the overly liberal signage on faculty doors.

I think it’s a Swiss Miss Miracle. I think I actually found a replacement for my beloved Bert’s Bee’s Nutmeg Lip Shimmer.

Of course you know what this means. Revlon will let me get nice and comfortable with my choice and then discontinue it.

Despite what you might believe, it is not actually necessary to ring the chimes immediately upon entering the office. Give a girl a chance to walk to the desk, whydontcha.

Among the songs I have sung to my children – mlk by U2, Walkin’ After Midnight by Patsy Cline, Lullaby by the Dixie Chicks. I never have sung Rockabye Baby.

We are fun. And funny. And good.

The Hall of Cost.

brilliant

You will never get me to call it the fishbowl. Never.

Ooooh!

Well obviously now he needs another t shirt.

Sigh. No. She isn’t. But, you don’t need to even watch the video to make your assessment, so. Whatever.

ACK! I hate these masks. ACK!!

So apparently the only way you can graduate college debt free is if you’re a privileged white kid. OK. Funny. I thought you could graduate college debt free through a variety of means, not least of which is actually working to pay your tuition instead of taking out loans the whole time.

hee

“The United States Congress should make learning a second language mandatory for high school students.” … whaaaaa?

Facebook suggested I might like to join the “Borderline Personality Disorder and Beyond” group. …

Gah. There is SO MUCH STUFF I want to knit all of a sudden. Stupid job. Stupid school.

Ha. I love Rick Perry’s smugshot.

These cracked me up, it’s true. Also I could see that chicken thing happening on the Compound.

Good grief, how is it this late already??

OK, you only get 28 characters, people. Your title does not have to be that wordy.

Well that was a pain in the ass I wasn’t expecting til Friday.

The grad students are always so loud.

I think I’m going to need to make this too.

Oh, so what?

So. What.

“First of all, we don’t even have dinosaurs any more.”

photo’s fading

Oh FFS.

No. No car trouble again. no no no no no. Not allowed. Dammit. No.

Sheesh. This kid really likes Phineas and Ferb.

Gloomintor

Huh. I didn’t know Meg Ryan was even dating John Melloncougarheadcamp in the first place.

Know your rights, yo.

Why? What?? Why?

I. Want. It.

When your doctor tells you you need to lose weight for your health, it’s not “fat shaming.” Good grief.

Huh. Interesting.

grooooooan. That was the cheesiest line EVAR.

Vaccine day is the suck.

I’m over the ice buckets.

“I don’t want any more funerals, Mike.” “I want this show to be better, sir.” ooph.

what have you seen, my darling young one?

Flicking!

This book description is hilarious. So over the top.

When the place where you live has more than 3,000 miles of coastline and you work in a photo lab for 10 years you print a lot of lighthouse photos. A LOT. I grew to loathe lighthouses over the years. Had I been printing lighthouse photos that looked like these, I might not have hated them so much.

How can you not remember that? It’s like not remembering that the sky is blue or that ice is cold.

Buckshot!

Kind of a nice read.

I don’t think there’s anything cuter than baby hedgehogs. Not even otters. Plus otters are actually evil.

Bitch! You totally snuck that Happy song into my mix.

” … the cost associated with travel and living experiences.”

Well that was weird.

This might just be the most confusing sentence I have ever read: “The Uncertainty series was organized by a group of faculty who participated in a Scholarship of Teaching and Learning faculty learning community with the Office of Faculty Development.”

No, I still don’t want to chat with Ted Cruz.

I’m not going anywhere. Unless J.J. Abrams calls and says he desperately needs me in the next Star Trek film. Then I am so Audi 5000.

Ridiculous. Now I feel compelled to purchase body armor.

Yeah, I’m in.

Sometimes being treated like a nameless, faceless automaton gets a little old.

What a weird statement: “We are fortunate that our nation’s experiment in democratic government prevails, because individuals run for office and we vote.”

I think it’s less about courage and more about strength. And sometimes, you just don’t have any strength left.

What are you talking about? My home doesn’t have any equity. Thanks big government.

I just don’t think it’s necessary for us to know the details of Williams’ suicide.

Stormageddon is getting a Danzig onesie for Christmas. Or his birthday. I don’t know which. But it has to happen.

Dammit! There’s no egg on my McMuffin! Bastards!

I definitely need a Guns N’ Roses t shirt.

Oh Dear Lord. They were serious about bringing Anita Hill here.

Argh. My neck has been so stiff for the last several days.

Google Analytics confirms it. Y’all only come here for Random. Maybe I should change the name of the blog.

Fascinating. I suggest you click through and read the photographer’s statement on the project as well.

Amanda Marcotte is a ridiculous human being.

I don’t see what the big deal is here. She knows how to make money, and good for her. You know people will buy this. That’s the beauty of capitalism.

This is hilarious.

False, Maria.

I always thought he was saying “Twiggy.” It was “Twiki”.

I thought you said you weren’t including androids in that list.

Kinda loving the latest Black Keys album. Also Kalamazoo!

“Yeah, well, I wasn’t sure peanut butter m&ms were my thing, but here I am, shoveling them into my maw.”

I still need that chicken drawing.

Drawr-ing.

Somebody take these damn things away from me!

I so can’t even I don’t even know what I am can’t evening.

Awww!

“Of all tyrannies, a tyranny sincerely exercised for the good of its victims may be the most oppressive. It would be better to live under robber barons than under omnipotent moral busybodies. The robber baron’s cruelty may sometimes sleep, his cupidity may at some point be satiated; but those who torment us for our own good will torment us without end for they do so with the approval of their own conscience.” ~ C.S. Lewis

Fuckit.

No, I do not have a Wikipedia entry.

I have to buy American Constitutional Law for one of my classes this fall. Gosh, maybe I’ll know as much as the POTUS when I’m done!

never wanted to

It’s a pointless argument. Or the wrong argument. Sometimes it’s not so Yay, Internet!

I had my sleep removed!

Yes. This applies to so many many other things in the media.

“Pay attention to science fiction!” should really be my mantra.

I’m tired.

It’s just that I miss all the stuff. Important stuff. Cos I’m stuck here.

I wonder what the correlation is between depression and migraines, if any.

I think there might be more than one foxen. In the woodsen.

I’d probably suck at skeet shooting.

Huh. I thought it was gonna be warmer than that.

It’s a duck. An odd duck.

ARGGghgggGH I hate ants.

Go to sleep, baby.

That coffee cup is empty! That coffee cup is empty!