Remember a few weeks ago when I told you to go check out Mose, my cousin’s cartoon? Do you remember how I told you that I grew up wanting to be idolizing him the way a younger sibling wants to be idolizes an older sibling. Well, any of you who are younger siblings (which, strictly speaking, I am not, but I had a lot of older cousins) know that most of the time, in most people’s childhoods, your older sibling wishes to do you harm ignores you, and then some. And you may also know, if you are a younger,…
I know I’d like to see this: Thanks to Sweetney for this one.
No time to read The New Yorker each week? How about now! In new, time-sensitive Haiku format! Found this at S/FJ. Thanks!
Chookoloonks and Momster have started a tradition called Love Thursday in which I’ve decided to participate when I can remember to do so. A couple of weeks ago, I included my post about Bob’s and my anniversary (here). Today, I’m pleased to present to you Zoe and Lucy in love. With each other. Best friends doesn’t even begin to scratch the outer coating of the surface. Consider for a moment this fact: for over 4 years they have spent almost every hour, minute and second together. Then consider this: In the <airquote> rules </airquote> of parenting, they tell you to…
So, although I don’t intend for this blog to be a political box of soap, I still feel compelled to share basic funny stuff with you, political or not. I found this over at Blurbomat. Enjoy.
The Folk Yous, from Athens, GA, sing cover songs. But not just cover songs, they sing covers of power ballads from the likes of Journey, REO Speedwagon and Asia. Did you grow up in the 80s? Don’t be shy — I know you did. If so (and even if you’re older/younger than that) do yourself a favor and check out The Folk Yous. PS. I apologize, in advance, for sending you to the MySpace netherworld. I promise the music section isn’t as bad as all that.
The summer after my sophomore year in college, I went up to NY to spend some time on Long Island with my friend Swooze (yes the same Swooze you read about here). One day we went into the city to stay with her sister who lived in the West Village (was it on 12th St?). That trip I experienced my first (but definitely not my last) unfathomably small Manhattan apt. In my memory, all I can see is a kitchen, and I don’t remember where we slept, but I know we didn’t spend much time there. The next morning, since…
So this guy “paints” Dust art on the back of his Mini Cooper. Then it rains. Then his car gets dusty again and he creates a new one. It’s Buddhism for the 21st Century. (Thanks Adam.)
Why don’t they make frozen orange juice with pulp? They can make fresh oj that tastes like chalk for cripe’s sake, but they can’t freeze any that has actual fruit in it? When I type words that end in “tion” like education or information, I usually type “tino” instead, like educatino or informatino. So Italian! This is amazingly fascinating and beautiful. This guy Noah took a picture of himself every day for 6 years, then made a video out of all the pictures. I couldn’t take my eyes off it. Have you seen the Citibank identity theft commercical with Thelma…