October 2009
Super Cuts & Wonder Nails →
I just posted my first sketch in many weeks and let me tell you, my sketch-writing muscles have atrophied considerably. Not bringing much funny here. But there are a few chuckles and it guest stars two Tumblrs.
Vagina-flash or flesh-coloured underpants?
indefensible:
Hell if I care. I’m just chuffed to be living in a world where so few women have pubic hair that this debate can even exist. A mere decade ago if you saw a woman’s crotch, you KNEW if you saw flange or not because hey pubic hair.
We are truly living in the future, ladies and gentlemen. Keep your jetpacks, this is fine.
Count me in the old-fashioned camp. I’m tired of...
Yeah, my inadvertent typo is fixed. I know too...
I would miss you ... if you gave me a chance too...
(via xntrek)
Are you telling reverse-Christa to get lost?
;)
Ah...Chenoweth!
Really would be a better scene without the intercuts. But I’ll take what they’re giving me.
I started a book review blog.
brienis:
Which is really fucking laughable because I am in no way a writer. Or a literary anything.
I picked a boring blog subject didn’t I? Oh god…
Er uh…linkage?
The Taiga Shifted Strange: Reflections On Round 1 →
Oledoc has his say…
I was in a writing group when I was in high school, and it wasn’t a good experience. First of all we were really too young and too raw to be able to write well and to critique what we were writing. We had an adult supervisor there, and she gave us some good instruction and insight but by and large we just got together once or twice a month, read each other’s...
“Nationwide Shortage of Canned Pumpkin Threatens Thanksgiving Pies
If you see...”
– Um, I love pumpkin pie…and after making some from scratch last year (like from an actual whole pumpkin) I’ve learned that canned pumpkin is better and easier to bake with! Guess I better stock up!
(source)
(via thebarmaiden)
Try subbing butternut squash for the pumpkin. Sweeter, needs less...
Coyotesqrl, I am totally not sharing my beer with...
frageelaytwit:
Thpbbbb!
Fine. Be that way. I’ll still let you have some of my beer. Pbbbbbt!
James Lipton's 10 questions
tams77:
Who wants to play:
1. What is your favorite word?
2. What is your least favorite word?
3. What turns you on?
4. What turns you off?
5. What is your favorite curse word?
6. What sound or noise do you love?
7. What sound or noise do you hate?
8. What profession other than your own would you like to attempt?
9. What profession would you not like to attempt?
10. If Heaven exists,...
i like it when you touch me there
inthefade:
I love you guys. I really, truly do. At the end of a shitty day you have made me smile and laugh when the last things I felt like doing were smiling and laughing. But here I am doing those things, thanks to you. That rules. Your friendship and humor touch me in my special place. No, no that other special place. Oh god no, not there. The other one.
Todd is on his way home and we’re...
Every time I stand up I have to tug my shirt down...
yowhatsthehaps:
IT IS DRIVING ME MENTAL.
This shirt is stupid. It is choking me AND threatening to expose my lower back to the world. FUCK YOU, SHIRT.
The unfortunate thing is that I’m going to completely forget about this later and I’ll totally end up wearing it again sometime next month.
Who are you? Jean-Luc Picard?
September 2009
Well that's strange. I just opened my spam folder...
My curse is "fuck." Sometimes it's "cocksucker."
The only winning move is not to play.
piscesinpurple:
My new mantra.
How about a nice game of chess?
I totally called it.
saidme:
yowhatsthehaps:
Me: “I don’t like travelling by myself.”
Grandma: “Well, then. You’ll just have to get married.”
Me: eyeroll
Grandma: “Be a dear and take another dork off the market.”
Me: “BWAHAHAHA! But what if I don’t want to marry a dork.”
Grandma: “Well good luck finding anything else. They’re all dorks, dear.”
I told you this would happen.
Um, yo, your Grandma knows that...
I am woman.
ladawn:
Kids off to their dad’s with completed homework.
Mushrooms, grape tomatoes, olives, onions, and garlic simmering on the stove.
Calzone dough proofed and ready for action.
Showered, smelling pretty, looking passably attractive.
Now to hide the laundry pile in the kids’ room, light some incense, and smoke a fucking cigarette.
Does this nervous tic make me look hot?
Calzone? You...
Oh look, it went to "669."
gatsbylives:
No comment.
Bow chicka wow-wow.
I've simply got WAY too much junk in this trunk.
(via marleymarley)
I used to carry around a lot of junk in my trunk. But then I did something about it.
I mean, the heat’s no good for my tennis racket, I’m not going to spontaneously play softball, someone else always brings a basketball or volleyball, and my collection of early ’80s porn videos is safer at home.
Now it’s just a tire iron, a jack, a machete, a...
WatchLots and lots and lots of pictures of my boy from our week at Dog Beach.
320 pictures if you’re so inclined. For those who have lives, here’s a direct link to the Picasa album.
Getting worried I may need to call on Mayor...
Tumblr Book Club, Final Ballot →
Voting closes tomorrow. Tomorrow night, I’ll tally the votes, stuff the box, and give you a completely transparent accounting of the results. If you have a book preference, speak now (or, you know, before tomorrow night) or forever hold your peas.
(For the people who follow me as well as the book club…sorry for spamming your dashboards. Again.)
One of you just got a really nice compliment in an...
Regarding Colin Firth, imaginary boyfriends, that...
piscesinpurple:
Whatever happened to lusting after real-life, flesh and blood people?
I’m sorry but I just cannot all hot and bothered about some guy I’ve never met and never will meet.
I also kind of like my men slightly dirty, slightly sweaty, unmanicured and unfacialed. In other words, if you look like you’ve been airbrushed, I’m going to assume that when we hang out we’ll go shopping and...
(finest in the shop)
Oh hell, yeah! There's about to be a cat fight...
I’m kidding. They’re fops.
;)
i don't necessarily have to LIVE on the moors. ...
(via ninjacentric)
Lay thy finger thus and let thy soul be instructed. Mark me with what violence she first loved the Moor, but for bragging and telling her fantastical lies; and will she love him still for prating? Let not thy discreet heart think it.
I hear, once you go Moor, you never…um…want more?
(I know, I know. She meant the other kind of moor.)
It's very difficult not to cheat and post a...
But that’s cheating, damn it.
What's that? The confession wasn't directed at me?...
Confession: I think you're hot
(via eoporto)
That is just incredibly sweet of you, E. I think you’re hot, too.
Late-afternoon Fall light slanting through trees...
gatsbylives:
There. I said it.
I like the sun of which you speak, but have you measured it against the other contenders?
Gaslight on a smoky/foggy/smoggy Victorian London ev’n
Dappled summer sun through a grove of olive trees in Greece
A guttering candle late at night in your lover’s parlor
For @piscesinpurple
Man, I’m happy the...
One link I wish I didn't follow and five reasons... →
In a healthy relationship, one does not wonder what they’re missing, they don’t want to break up the “monotony” of their relationship, they don’t think one night in Bangkok is worth the hurt it will cause their partner and certainly, no man with any amount of maturity who is worth being in a relationship with would ever excuse cheating with the phrase “My DNA is...
My thoughts on Round 1 of Too Many Cooks →
My thoughts on the five stories we wrote for the first cycle on Too Many Cooks.
