February 2009
34 posts
Girls Like Mysterious Guys
Now I don’t know a ton about girls, I’ll be the first to admit it. I don’t know if they like being hit on, if size matters, or where they pee out of. It’s a mystery like the bermuda triangle, but one thing I do know is that girls love a mysterious adventure.
This is why when I’m out on a date and things are getting a little stale, I will pay the waiter $40 to come up to the table and say “Sorry...
Who Is On Twitter →
people who are just back from a really awesome run
people who are involved with “computers”
people who are involved in “social networking” and optimizing the power of re-Tweeting and “computers”
people who really like the news
people who are hungry
people who are back from an OK run
Rachel Maddow
The full list is great.
(via yourmonkeycalled)
P.S. I definitely need to make my own list...
January 2009
23 posts
The Mystery of My Singleness Continues
Him: why am I so cold?
Me: The life of the Eldar is leaving you.
Him: :(
“Always be a first-rate version of yourself, instead of a second-rate version of...”
– Judy Garland (via betterthanfine)
Save the Words →
I just adopted “squiriferous,” which is great because 1) that counts as my good deed for the year and 2) I now have a sweet certificate to hang at the office.
“Time you enjoyed wasting was not wasted.”
– John Lennon (via littlemiss, kari-shma, kwbird)
This Post Will Self-Destruct . . .
… as soon as the issue is resolved. Meanwhile, is anyone else mildly annoyed that the word “vacuums” is misspelled in the previews of all the themes in the new Tumblr Theme Garden?
“Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter.”
– Martin Luther King, Jr. (via affremblequotes)
I was supposed to come up with three “empowering” quotes for speech class today. I was also supposed to write these on 4”x6” index cards and bring a mini-stapler and a two-pocket folder to class, but I no longer own three...
Belt loops only ever get caught on doorknobs if...
(via kayfabe, niki)
Seventeen, Part Deux
Mom: IS SOMEONE RUNNING THE WASHER?
Me, to (apparently) deaf parents: YES. I AM.
Dad: I DON'T KNOW. WANT ME TO CHECK?
Me: HEY! I AM RUNNING THE WASHING MACHINE.
Mom: IT'S EITHER THE WASHER OR THE GARAGE DOOR.
Me: . . . OH MY GOSH. IT'S THE GARAGE DOOR. I'M LEAVING FOREVER.
How to Use Twitter for Marketing and PR →
(via thedayhascome, cleversimon, jimray)
Communicatrix: Enemy of the Good →
This is essentially the entry I have been trying to write all day; just replace “Virgo” with “obsessive-compulsive perfectionist” and enjoy. I’m not sure I’d go so far as to make “letting go / accepting things that are less than perfect / cutting myself and others some slack” a New Year’s resolution, but then again, maybe I should.
“So I don’t do ‘inspiration’ or ‘blocks’. I just do ‘work’ and hope for the best.”
– Anne Enright, on “creative blockage.” (via 43folders)
“Stop talking about love. Every asshole in the world says he loves somebody. It...”
– Tom Wilkinson, The Last Kiss (via pileofnearmisses)
“If I were to speak of process, I would say that writers are observers first. Of...”
– Jane Yolen (via remiel)