Nov
23rd
Mon
23rd
Wanted
Nice restaurant in the Olympic Peninsula, romantic ambience, must cater to little babies who only want to eat:
- Tater tots
- Little apples cut up into little pieces
- Green seedless grapes
- Berries
- Baby carrots
- Plain pasta
- Crackers with little slices of cheese on them
- Onion bagels with cheese
- Cheese
- Cranberry juice
Meals must be served in those little baby dishes that ensure none of the foods touch. No salt, spices, foods with names that aren’t in English, foods that require more than seven minutes of prep time or more than two ingredients, or any fun ever =/.
This calendar is pretty cool!
Hammerpress.net.
Dr Strangelove
Group Capt. Lionel Mandrake: Colonel… that Coca-Cola machine. I want you to shoot the lock off it. There may be some change in there.
Colonel “Bat” Guano: That’s private property.
Group Capt. Lionel Mandrake: Colonel! Can you possibly imagine what is going to happen to you, your frame, outlook, way of life, and everything, when they learn that you have obstructed a telephone call to the President of the United States? Can you imagine? Shoot it off! Shoot! With a gun! That’s what the bullets are for, you twit!
Colonel “Bat” Guano: Okay. I’m gonna get your money for ya. But if you don’t get the President of the United States on that phone, you know what’s gonna happen to you?
Group Capt. Lionel Mandrake: What?
Colonel “Bat” Guano: You’re gonna have to answer to the Coca-Cola company.
(via parachuteshark)
Nov
22nd
Sun
22nd
Is he dead because you…did a murder?
—
Pierce, A Film With Me In It.
(Thanks Sixstepsback for the recommendation; it’s great thus far!)
And the thing to do when a roomful of people laugh at such an atrocity is not to speak up, but to laugh along too. Haha. Ha. ha.
The polite response when someone tells you that they were raped when they were 12 years old is to laugh, obviously. OBVIOUSLY!
AFP courtesty of Rockscope.com
Thinking of the girls who sat cross-legged with her in this basement, of Zora in front of her, of the angry girls who shouted their poetry from the stage - no, she could see no serious change. Still starving themselves, still reading women’s magazines that explicitly hate women, still cutting themselves with little knives in places they think can’t be seen, still faking their orgasms with men they dislike, still lying to everybody about everything.
— Zadie Smith, On Beauty
