Something weird
Something odd seems to be happening on my Tumblr dashboard this afternoon…
There are only a handful of posts between 2pm and now… and i’m following a decent number of people… some of whom are very prolific re-bloggers at the very least… There’s at least one every minute or so from 1-2 and then 5 in the almost 2 hours since then… weirds.
Those little robot trooper things from the “prequel” star wars films. You know the ones I mean.
Source: beanfield
Best designed book cover I’ve seen in a damn long time.
Source: juxtapoz.com
Am I the only one who thinks that Justin (I’m a Mac) Long might be a better choice?
Ashton Kutcher? Seriously?
Or… Dmitri Martin. I think he’d kill it.
Or… Jason Schwartzman…
Or… you know… anyone. who. is. NOT. Ashton Kutcher.
Source: Laughing Squid
When life gives you lemons, punch it in the fucking face.
sage advice. and great bi-planes.
Source: ghostco
Sometimes…
…I wish the dashboard put “unfollow” buttons right up there with the “favorite”, “reply”, and “reblog” buttons.
…I feel like I’m better than other people.
…the smugness of people (myself included) disgusts me.
…I feel like I understand things and how they work and how to use that knowledge.
…I can’t even manage to make coffee on the first try.
…I wonder, “how did I get here?”
…I make stupid lists.
So, some time ago, I purchased a pack of A-shirts (beaters, dago-tees, what-have-you) from a Filene’s Basement or Marshall’s or some other weird department-store-goods dumping ground. I happened to be in Denver at the time, for a wedding and had somehow managed to not pack any undershirts to go… under my (white linen) shirt. duh.
So an aimless, rambling afternoon was spent in an eventually successful search for a-shirts. The ones I found and ultimately purchased were Calvin Klein (ooohhhh, schmancy), sized L, and the cheapest option. Cal saved the day, the wedding, reception, and after-parties were all great fun. yay.
Fast forward to today, when the weather suddenly took this unbelievable turn to spring… the first day in some time, I’ve not worn a sweater to work. The first day wearing just a shirt. The first day I’ve needed an undershirt. The first day I realized I didn’t have any.
How? How did I not have any? Simply put, I wore the hell out of them, they developed holes, and I threw out the lot when winter came… knowing I had plenty of time to restock. It’s winter, yo.
So, this morning frantically searching. I found one of those CK shirts… never worn, crammed into the back of the sock/underwear drawer. Once again, old Cal was here to save the day.
Except.
I don’t know if I’m just smaller than I was then (despite evidence to the contrary) or if time has lessened the elasticity of the damn thing (or if the other was like this and I was just too drunk to notice)… but this thing is all loose and won’t stay put. It’s getting all bunched up inside my shirt, making me look oddly lumpy.
All of which is to say:
Is it weird to tuck your unruly a-shirt into your boxers?
Zanussi Rex Office, Porcia, Italy, 1959-61
(Gino Valle)
“…and these blast points… too accurate for sand people…”
Jawa Transport
(via hammerandcode)
Source: fuckyeahbrutalism
I used to have this book, The Little Book of Surrealist Games, or some such thing. And there was a photo much like this one in a section about how Dali essentially “second-guessed” concensual reality using something he called the Paranoiac Critical Method.
So that’s what I’m calling that thing I do: Paranoiac Critical Method.
(You know that thing I do from time to time? Where I label pictures with the weird things I see in them? That thing.)
boom. for real.
(if you happen to be on my tumblr proper and not on your dashboard, you’ll note that i’ve done what I threatened… I’ve added a link so you can see all of them collected in one place. wow.)
