I may have screamed a little at my desk at this. (also, it turns out that I still know every single word of this song)
@Urwelt my dad has solved this problem by wearing a fishing vest at all times with many millions of pockets that he fills with his business-y things plus gum, pens, etc. it's embarrassing and adorable at the same time. DADS.
@Super Nintendo Chalmers LAURA BOW!!! I remember sitting in my parents' basement, eating famous amos cookies and playing the shit out of "the dagger of amon ra."
On Which Name Is Weirder, Saxby Chambliss or Barkevious Mingo? The Answer May Tell You Whether or Not You're Racist
my mother in law INSISTS that (back when she did medical billing) she filed paperwork for a new baby named Female (feh-mah-lay). my claim that it's just a racist urban legend didn't go over well...
bonnie prince billy has been my sexytimes soundtrack on many an occasion.
On This Moving Animated Short Features a Fiona Apple Cover of "Pure Imagination," Is an Ad for Chipotle
oh my god, those sad cows with their big eyes!
I don't even like pigeons (they seem to constantly poop on me) but I just got a little emotional about mary the pigeon. thanks for your service, mary!
I work in advertising (a field that is, in my experience, still extremely sexist). my creative partner is also a woman and as a female team, we get a LOT of shit. just the other day, we were taken aside for what could only be described as a "talking to" for not being nicer and more accommodating about a bullshit situation. I sincerely doubt that any man in my office has ever been told to be nicer and to smile more when being asked to do something that is totally out of the scope of his expertise, as we were. it's because we are girls and we are not supposed to be firm or to stand up for ourselves. we're supposed to smile and say "yes sir, may I have another." (obviously, I'm still really mad about this. yeesh)
nothing evokes those gorgeous, gauzy Michigan summers-by-a-lake for me more than Bruce Coville's Nina Tanleven series. The Ghost Wore Gray and The Ghost in the Third Row were some of my favorite childhood books and traveled up north with me each summer until they absolutely fell apart.
I refer to this stupid game as my husband's mistress. I think he loves "Candy" more than me.