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The best of all the wines.
I hope the weather’s nice at least, maybe you can party outside a little bit.
What do you think Robert Altman would think of Connie Briton’s beautiful hair.
I sort of like the OpenOffice Draw more than Visio, but that may be just because it’s not Microsofty.
Oh wow, today is not good. I have the kind of job where I have to insist that when a thing is not working anymore someone figures it out in detail and proves to me that they can fix it….except that is I guess boring? I feel like I’ve spent my whole day going, “Yes, I know you’re trying to say just riding it out and doing no work at all would nonsensically fix this thing you were touching that just completely broke, but HOW did you come to that conclusion? Specifically?” And then they huff and they puff and they go cry because I’m making them do their job and it is SO BORING YOU GUYS. I’M THE MEANEST MOM THERE IS.
But enough of that downerpalooza! What kind of wine is everyone drinking this weekend. Are you strictly white wine after April 30, no considerations for weather? Or do you keep it loosey-goosey?
Thta was actually one of the only things I liked about the new Les Mis; they obviously didn’t ugly up the main actors because Hollywood, but they at least gave all the extras and prostitutes crazy pustules on their face and everything.
I guess it’s fitting that “rapidly proliferating” sounds like a more accurate descriptor of a new disease.
I want to believe, I really do.
Not good enough for Peggy, certainly not good enough for badideajeans.
“I’m the cheapest bastard in the world,” the ever-frank DiCaprio has said. “You never know, I may go bankrupt, or lose my career, or have a Hugh Grant situation.” – ew.
Anyone else here old enough to remember when the gossip section of Seventeen reported on the Pussy Posse? Using the phrase Pussy Posse? In a magazine for teen girls?
The 90′s don’t need to come back, young people.
Does this sway your opinion: my friends boyfriend worked at an NPR affiliate that did an event with Michael Ian Black and Michael Showalter, and he said they treated the station employees running the event like complete shit She told me this in the middle of watching Wet Hot American Summer because she has excellent timing
I don’t know what I was expecting, they went to NYU (burn).
Okay, you NEED to track down Night of the Twisters, which as I type this I realize is a poorly timed Devon Sawa discussion.
It was car accident in England the eighties. He payed a fine for “careless driving” but he didn’t do a Sean Penn on anybody or anything like that.
I don’t know, they let Zach Morris get hella pumped during the last alt-universe season of Saved by the Bell, surely the body stereotyping of Hollywood has been shattered.
The porn girls will never wear out to me, because the way they have it set up they get to have completely new one-liners every time and I feel like a lengthy porn career is a goldmine for that. “Your whole hand in.” Classic stuff.
I loved the Stefon send off, and I really hope that when Meyers takes over late night, Stefon occasionally shows up as his husband to complain he works to much and they never go out. That would be fantastic.
You must finish any vodka you open before you finish watching the episode so it doesn’t go bad.
New season must be watched while on tumblr, so you can reblog any and all gifs from new season as they are posted.
I could never doom an unrequited ghost romance. Now I’m off via spirit highway to a former speak easy or Gatsby house to try and hunt down a handsome bootlegger who was only bootlegging to save his sick brother’s life to talk you up. (No worries about me stealing your boyfriend. eternity is a long time and there are a lot of dead musicians, I like to keep it pretty casue.)
I AM A GHOST HAUNTING YOUR CAR!!!! WHY ARE YOU ALWAYS WORKING THIS OUT OUT LOUD TO YOURSELF IN YOUR CAR, FLANNY?
Someone get Zach Baggins on the phone, this could be a sad lady ghost who just needs love.
Oh, you could have a torrid ghost affair! A handsome ghost from the twenties who died with his wife of a loveless marriage in a car accident. You’d be trying to sneak away to attics and her disapproving father would just materialize in the same attic like, “I’m a ghost too dummies! I disapprove of this!”
I am totally just going to haunt a movie theater and watch movies all day. If they even have movie theaters by the time I’m dead.
Fuck them, they don’t deserve you! If you see them just think, “Fuck this dummy, I’m obviously amazing!” (Okay that will be very difficult because you are a human being, but seriously, fuck them whoever they are.)