I am increasingly amazed and enthused by the realization that to create an experience that you really want to have requires mostly the will to ask around and make it happen. Possibly the best thing about the internet is the way in which it allows us access to resources. I am growing ever less sympathetic to those that limit themselves by not even trying.
Always make sure the TV remote is nearby before you sit down with the baby.
ARGH Tumblr why are buttons that used to be in the upper right corner for ALWAYS now in the bottom right corner.
I blame Yahoo.
I actually like it better. When you get to the end of a long post that you enjoyed you don’t have to scroll back up to interact with it. Maybe this whole Yahoo thing will work out after all.
Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit I’ve gotten old enough that famous men in their 40s who I have crushes on are now dating women younger than me.
One of the extraordinary things about life is the sort of places it’s prepared to put up with living. Anywhere it can get some kind of a grip, whether it’s the intoxicating seas of Santraginous V, where the fish never seem to care whatever the heck kind of direction they’re swimming, the firestorms of Frastra, where, they say, life begins at 40,000 degrees, or just burrowing around in the lower intestine of a rat for the sheer unadulterated hell of it, life will always find a way of hanging on in somewhere.
It will even live in New York, though it’s hard to know why. In the wintertime the temperature falls well below the legal minimum, or rather it would do if anybody had the common sense to set a legal minimum. The last time anybody made a list of the top hundred character attributes of New Yorkers, “common sense” snuck in at number 79.
In the summer it’s too darn hot. It’s one thing to be the sort of life form that thrives on heat and finds, as the Frastrans do, that the temperature range between 40,000 and 40,004 is very equable, but it’s quite another to be the sort of animal that has to wrap itself up in other animals at one point in your planet’s orbit, and then find, half an orbit later, that your skin’s bubbling.
Spring is overrated. A lot of the inhabitants of New York will honk on mightily about the pleasures of spring, but if they actually knew the first thing about the pleasures of spring they would know at least 5,983 better places to spend it than New York, and that’s just on the same latitude.
Fall, though, is the worst. Few things are worse than fall in New York. Some of the things that live in the lower intestines of rats would disagree, but most of the things that live in the lower intestines of rats are highly disagreeable anyway, so their opinion can and should be discounted. When it’s fall in New York, the air smells as if someone’s been frying goats in it, and if you’re keen to breathe, the best plan is to open a window and stick your head in a building.
"from Mostly Harmless, by Douglas Adams
Yes, that’s White House press secretary Jay Carney on Guided by Voices, his most favorite band ever (via nprmusic)
On the one hand, this seems like weird timing for a story about Jay Carney’s love of Guided by Voices. On the other hand, “Doughnut for a Snowman” is a great song.
(via motherjones)
This article is amazing and contains the unimpeachable band name Cash Bar Wedding.
(via motherjones)
The Octopuss! Half Cat/Half Octopus! This is amazing and I wish I could knit well enough to make it :((( Jill Watt creates such fun patterns!
I scrolled past this on my dash at least 6 times thinking “tentacle cat…weird”
And then the other shoe dropped
And here we are back at not approving.
(via maddiebird)
