DFW.
Good writing is the Skin Horse talking about how by the time you become Real, your fur has been “loved off.”
Lazy Sunday | Andy Samberg & Chris Parnell ft. The Roots
live on Late Night With Jimmy Fallon
(via merdeetmerde; fuckyeahandysamberg)This was, in a word, rad.
Sara Schaefer wins.
Curses that I can’t stay up late to watch Jimmy Fallon anymore.
Stop What You’re Doing And Watch The Hell Out Of This of the Day: Glorious shot-for-shot live-action adaptation of the opening scene from Disney’s A Goofy Movie.
I’ve watched this video at least half a dozen times today, as well as clips of the movie’s other songs “Stand Out” and “Eye to Eye”, and am now positive that somewhere in the deep recesses of my childhood mind is every line in this movie.
Stand Out and Eye to Eye: 100% in my iTunes.
ha, sam lipsyte. (via meaghano)
I met this guy when I went to an interest meeting for the creative writing department at columbia. I spend a couple of minutes every day wishing I’d taken a class with him.
This is my mom outside of the coolest thing I have ever stumbled upon: Bettie’s Double Decker Cupcake Stand in Albany. They sell cupcakes (amazing, delicious, perfect frosting) on the first deck, and on the second deck there are little booths to eat in. Your argument is invalid, for there is a TRAVELING CUPCAKE RESTAURANT out there!!
In light of the results of the Super Bowl, I forgot to remind you all how important it is to smile in your pictures. Super Bowl winners smile, and Super Bowl losers maybe still smile but feel a growing ocean of emptiness on the inside.
It snowed a lot here yesterday, and since then I’ve had a lot of trouble finding someone who will play in the snow with me. So I’m going to go play in the snow by myself now, and throw snowballs at trees or something. What I liked about living in New York is you will get very little scrutiny for doing weird stuff by yourself, since there will always, always be weirder people around doing weirder things alone, even one or two that don’t think they are alone and talk to everyone within earshot. If I’m making a snow fort, there’s a schizophrenic in his underwear down the way, shoveling a sidewalk.
In Albany, I have no such luxury— if I’m doing something weird by myself, I’m going to be the only one. So cars will be driving by, watching me make a lonely snowman (I know this because I watch those people too when I’m driving a car), saying to whoever is in their passenger seat, what is that girl doing in the middle of that field all by herself? And I will yell to them I AM FROLICKING IN THE SNOW, WHAT DOES IT LOOK LIKE. MIND YOUR BUSINESS. SHOW’S OVER.
Lunch Links:
- What’s In A Name: Teddy McHuggin hugs 7,777 people over the course of 24 hours in world record breaking attempt.
At first I thought this guy must have been ultra speed hugging, but math suggests this is about 5 hugs per minute. Even after alloting time to finding the next person to hug, assuming a sufficiently populated place, those are still 5 to 7 second hugs. That’s a pretty quality hug.
