January 2009
186 posts
Retweet @rachelsklar: Sheila’s last Gawker post. http://tinyurl.com/7k8dvh
The empowering, uplifting message of Enigma’s “The Return to Innocence” has given me the courage to admit it: I like that song. (Be nice!)
December 2008
124 posts
Lincoln Logs!
amegnifiedlife:
mintygreen:
I just learned that Lincoln Logs were invented by Frank Lloyd Wright’s son. Who knew?
I’ve learned two new things today!
Wow! This is the first thing I’ve learned today, but I think it more than counts for two.
I intend to salute the New Year by exhibiting my two favorite football penalties: excessive celebration and unnecessary roughness.
Just filed my weekly unemployment claim via iPhone, wearing a robe, in bed. Life in the fast lane, people.
The comedown from the Christmas high is a totally harsh toke, dude.
I totes went to church tonight. So that means we’re good for the next 365, right J.C.? Cool. Peace.
Clarification: White Christmas on Broadway. I’m usually much more judgmental of things I can’t shut off by pushing a button.
I’ve totally drunk the holiday kool-aid: just saw White Christmas and loved the shit outta that show. (Thanks, E and K!)
Overheard in New York. Girl #1: “what’s the problem??” Girl #2: “People are the problem.” Well said, Girl #2.
I'm Comin' Out...
tylercoates:
I can’t stop thinking about how disappointing Slumdog Millionaire was, I swear to God. Today it came to mind because my mother asked her to grab her a Caffeine-Free Diet Coke (her Coke of choice), which is how Katie described it (compared to City of God’s Coke - clever, no?).
Then I thought more about it, and, to me, Slumdog Millionaire is the Indian Forrest Gump, only the main...
I’m losing my voice. I guess this will prevent me against yelling at family after too much booze. So much for holiday tradition!
MySpace just conned me into paying a visit for the first time in months. Enticement: a “friend” is having a bday soon. Log on & nada. Jesus?
An inconvenient truth for my next electric bill: I intend to keep my Christmas lights on for at least the next 84 hours.
Bless broadcast year-in-review news: how did I miss that Sarah Palin’s fave store is an Alaska consignment shop called “Out of the Closet”??
Very interesting...
isitstillrainingihadntnoticed:
something
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something is ha ppening soo n.
Awesome: Weather.com sez it’s going to “feel like” 1° Fahrenheit at 7 a.m. “today,” when I’ll be meeting mom at the airport. Rejoice! (Not.)
Six Medical Myths Debunked For The Holiday Season →
inothernews:
According to the Times, these myths are as follows:
1. Sugar makes kids hyperactive.
2. Suicide increases over the holidays.
3. Poinsettias are toxic.
4. You lose most of your body heat through your head.
5. Night eating makes you fat.
6. Hangovers can be cured.
I love me a good debunking, but regarding number six: bacon, egg & cheese would beg to differ.
My Vote: Fecalized Rectal Sperm Spewage →
SFW, believe it or not. It’s not what you think.
(Not that anyone’s really working this week, anyway, but yeah.)
Attention! Attention!
amegnifiedlife: thedelegate:
A gawker book club is brewing, and it’ll likely start over the holidays, so if you’re interested, shoot me an email at ts.delegate@gmail.com. I’m trying to pull together a final list of people who are interested! Hope to see you there!
P.S. please re-blog this to get the word out :)
…I don’t know if I’m ready to hate you all, yet. But…I’m getting the word out...
NYT book review piece on psychotherapy inspired me to do the math: tis likely my shrink’s intere$t lies in keeping me crazy after all…
Am I unAmerican if I can’t run on Dunkin? This shit is nasty.
Is this really me, listening to Christmas music and wrapping gifts on a Saturday night? Did someone slip a Rudolphy in my wine?
I just MADE two Christmas tree ornaments (okay, I repurposed them, but still). This is unfuckingprecendented.
Bah humbug no more: S, J & A got me a Christmas tree *and* they decorated it, too. Not to brag, but I got tremendous friends. Love you guys!
JK! Just S and J got the tree for me, but A was an integral part of Operation Reimer Holiday Spirit. My heart goes pa rum pum pum pum.
P.S. Is Elf a truly awesome movie, or am I just drunk on Christmas glee? Because I am overcome with love for this film.
isitstillrainingihadntnoticed:
something
something
something is ha ppening soo n.
I have wiped the piss of one too many hover-peeing bitches tonight. Cut that sh** out, ladies. Not cool. At all.
The NYT and @brianstelter tell me Mark Felt has died. RIP, Deep Throat! (Somewhere, a dead-pool bettor is counting his money.)
Oh iPhone, I didn’t mean what I said. You’re not so bad: you’ve learned my fave word, funemployed. All is forgiven. xoxo
Dear iPhone: why no cut & paste? You can figure out what song is playing and find me a decent restaurant, but not that? Lame. Sincerely, CR