People losing body parts makes me sad. I don’t like it when women lose their breasts. I don’t like it when men lose a ball or two. I don’t like people losing limbs and eyes and fingers in explosions and other scenarios where people lose parts of their body. Accidents. Medicine. whatever. There are many reasons why people lose body parts. And the fact that we come into this world with a set of stuff, and a lot if not most people leave this world missing parts is, well, ‘normal,’ but still tragic in that sacrifices are made, and our fragile shells have been chipped away at in one form or another, and the medical side of things is so weird because you are faced with the decision of allowing people the permission to remove your things from you. And I don’t like that all this is apparently normal. Jump into life. Let’s lose ourselves.

“Phantom limb” is a bad-ass phrase tho.

I was so sad about Ros last week. I have not read the books. I did not know she was not in them. But I enjoyed her climb up the social ladder, and Esmé Bianco is a real… what is a term for someone who wears clothes well (when she was wearing them, of course)?

Whoever it was in hair & makeup and wardrobe did a really good job on Ros. I loved looking at her.

I DID.

In fact, if I see a picture of Giamatti or even hear his name I always hear Adomian-as-Giamatti in my head say, “YEAH, WELL”

I found about the Ohio stuff this morning on twitter when Gabe asked if anything good has ever happened in a basement and I replied with ‘Wayne’s World.’

Then I figured out something with a basement had happened in the news, and I watched the Charles Ramsey interview, which I thought was very good just as an interview with a hero recounting the ordeal in his own words.

The article with the video that I was on briefly laid out the facts, then went on to talk about Ramsey’s rising internet star and LOOK! He ALREADY has autotune videos! I played one for about :20 before I thought two things, 1) This sounds rushed and shitty and compromises the integrity of Ramsey’s story, and 2) This is fucking stupid and I hate it.

Then I moved on faster than the internet.

Good job this week, guys! I didn’t get to look at Videogum once on account of my mom visiting from Hawaii to force me to go to a bunch of art museums BLECH “Let’s go to LACMA, let’s go to the Getty Villa” COME ON, MOM what’s with the fifth degree?! MOMS, amirite?

THEN she took me to Target because she saw the list of things I need on my fridge that I am slowly purchasing over long stretches of time when I am not buying them, and then she bought all of them. GAWD. ‘*THANKS* FOR THE CARPET, MOM. It REALLY ties the ROOM together.”

THE WORST.

And she wasn’t wearing her Elektra costume.

How come there’s no word of whether or not Tobey spotted Jennifer?

Maybe he was too wrapped up in guiding his son along that plant and skatestopper-riddled wall to notice her.

I seriously doubt you’d have to scrounge up that much cash, because you’d be buying a print of a digital painting, not a physical original.

I guess I really wanted to point that out, that digital artists, by working digital, miss out on having originals to sell for outrageous prices. But who am I kidding, somehow they’ll still find a way to do that. “The THUMB DRIVE with the only known print file copy is now going for $36,000!”

I saw The Big Hit twice in theater because Mark Wahlberg is hilarious.

One half of this statement is true.

That’s super bad-ass.

Holy moly, guys, #1?!

After a long, long period of having achieved my True EGOT, and with the upvote software newly back in commission, I have now finally achieved my Full EGOT.

Time to hang up my chainsaws.

Absolutely, Steph. If anything she needed to finish up any and all of her #ConcernForBoston tweets for the day before waiting a beat and continuing with business-as-usual.

And now I am done discussing how a famous teenager should manage her twitter feed.

It’s called the Lingerie Football League, now called the Legends Football League apparently. Indoor arena football.

I actually caught a couple games on a local tv station back when I was living in Huntington Beach. It’s pretty brutal-looking, and I say that in all seriousness.

Their tackling methods horrified me every time, because for whatever reason the way they violently jerked each other down to the ground just looks ultra-violent and neck-snapping (like when wolves snap a small rodent’s neck). Then there is the added cringe-worthiness because the ladies are in little shorts and tops, so it’s bare skin hitting asphalt.

I remember Plaza was on a podcast about a year ago talking about To Do List. Apparently it’s about ‘DOING’ it.