An old acquaintance of mine said in a recent facebook post something about her son “graduating from Pre-K” next week.
Who was the last person to fail pre-kindergarten? Is “graduating” in this case anything more than “not choking to death on paste and/or raw macaroni”?
Soon we will refer to being born as “graduating from the womb” or something equally useless. I should become a trophy manufacturer.
So this local bed and breakfast has the quotation on their page “To Sleep, Perchance to Dream”…
I… I admit confusion. Are they going to kill their guests? Or simply encourage them toward suicide? Are they trying to ask some deep philosophical point about the afterlife, while providing lodging and a gourmet breakfast?
The internal monologue that goes on whenever I cave to junk food. T_T
Louis Armstrong animatronic singing doll with low battery is a vision of Hell that just makes me cackle with laughter.
Here’s what I hate about Anita Sarkeesian:
Nothing. Not a thing. Rock on, lady.
This installment is a little more gruesome and a little more broadly approached. I’m not sure if she’s trying to anticipate anti-fem responses with some of her bet-hedging, or if I’m just still recovering from a recent foray into the mire of mra youtubers, and thus projecting.
Either way, I’m still loving this series. Just wish they came out a bit more expediently.
The danger with Yahoo! acquiring Tumblr isn’t that they’ll change too much but that they will change too little.
Exhibit A: Flickr.
Aforementioned ridiculous necktie.
I wore a purposefully awful looking tie this morning, and kind of I love it.
It’s pink. With a tiny honeycomb pattern. And it has periwinkle and lavender bees on it. I feel like the alter-ego for a really really lame superhero.
Awesome.
