December 2008
65 posts
Continued
Grandma: what kind of virgin did you want?
Silence
Grandma: they have different kinds.
for the third time in a week
someone has referred to p and myself in the collective feminine, as in “ladies” or, just now, “young girls.” given that p is a man in his late thirties, i really have no idea.
karion:
Am reblogging this for the second time...
scout:
amandoline:artisterin:
Tchaikovsky -...
“I mean, I’ve had some crappy kiffiyahs in my time.”
– p
evelyn waugh's last blog entry
ragbag:
dated easter 1965 (aged 62)
On Maundy Thursday appeared a notice in the paper under the heading ‘Death of former unionist MP’. I did not recognize this as Phil Dunne until Christopher Sykes told me on Saturday. He was my age. I last saw him just before Christmas, elegant, gay, and I thought how little he had aged compared with myself. He was completely selfish without an element of...
karion:
Coldplay, 2000 Miles (cover of the...
“Everyone, at some point in their lives, wakes up in the middle of the night with...”
– Lemony Snicket, Horseradish: Bitter Truths You Can’t Avoid (via thoughtsdetained: sunlit-skies: ataaa:havent-got-a-prayer) (via luxuriousvulgarity) (via dilaudid) (via lavenderlines) (via coldhearted) (via scout)
last night was one of those, but the thing about waking someone else up is, it...
Watchtmblg:
Aunts And Stepdads Line Up For This Year’s Hottest Gift: The Electric Tea Kettle
incidentally, i fully intended to give my parents an electric kettle this christmas. my mom’s been wanting one for some time now.
OH NO.
it has been brought to my attention (by p, who was looking at this page) that the image and song from the previous post/reblog do not go together. the song is from season one’s christmas episode, “mr. hankey the christmas poo” (which i have never seen because i don’t like mr. hankey), whereas the image is from season eight’s “woodland critter christmas.”...
i keep sneaking away from the spurs game
to check tumblr and play solitaire. does this make me a bad sports fan?
i kind of wanted to have more original material...
but it just didn’t pan out. i’ll try not to beat myself up over it.
“In my NBA career, I did it every time and it worked…”
– Coach Popovich, a constant source of wisdom.
the first 5 paperbacks
ragbag:
the mysterious affair at styles by agatha christie
the unpleasantness at the bellona club by dorothy l. sayers
gone to earth by mary webb
ariel by andré maurois
a farewell to arms by ernest hemingway
british publisher allen lane pioneered the paperback in 1935. his technique of printing “penguins” on wood-pulp paper and binding with paper boards cut costs dramatically. american...
Nerd Lesson of the Day: e.g. versus i.e.
alla1:
peterwknox:saramcpherson:
E.g. means “exempli gratia” or “for example,” and should be used to indicate examples. E.g. should never be followed by a straight definition. Incorrect: “… tempeh bacon (e.g., fake breakfast meat)” Correct: “… awesome things (e.g., unicorns, Thor, free WiFi, etc.)” I.e. means “id est” or “that is,” and should be used to define something. I.e. should never kick...
yay!
all better. glad things are back to normal. we can now return to our regular…
“It is what you read when you don’t have to that determines what you will be when...”
– Oscar Wilde (via thoughtsdetained)
yep.
something appears to be wrong here
and i’m not sure when that happened, or why. do i wait until morning and see if it sorts itself? what to do, what to do?
my dog tammy
is lying on her back, fast asleep, with her legs up in the air, and her tail wagging. too wonderful.
boo hiss, internet.
for being so impossibly slow tonight that it is not even worth it. thanks for forcing me to study gre math. thanks, a lot.
'France' and 'Survivors'
mills:
Kyle Bingman posted these two poems from Siegfried Sassoon:
France (1914) She triumphs in the vivid green Where sun and quivering foliage meet; And each soldier’s heart serene; When death stood near them they have seen The radiant forests where her feet Move on a breeze of silver sheen.
And they are fortunate, who fight For gleaming landscapes swept and shafted And crowned by...
it is a truly lovely thing
to have a person who appreciates one’s cooking.
“I have always imagined that Paradise will be a kind of library.”
– Jorge Luis Borges (via thoughtsdetained)