leilacohan:

I would recommend reading every. single. word. of this story, but:

A few nights later after reading the book, Marianne was intending to buy a t-shirt to wear to the opening release of Breaking Dawn in August and she had the Twilight Teez website open on her computer. I promised I would buy her the shirt and that’s when I came across Bella’s engagement ring.

It finally arrived three months later (give or take) and my plan was simple. I had bought a new bed frame despite there being nothing wrong with the old one. I even went so far as to get one with rose panels. She was confused when I showed her the new frame, but then I intentionally proposed to her the same way Edward did,

“I promise to love you forever - every single day of forever. Will you marry me?”

But it was her face that was most priceless, when she recognized the words I was saying and the ring that she was staring at in its black velvet box. Her reaction was dissimilar to Bella’s — she screamed and nodded and said “Oh my Cullen!” a lot — and I kissed each of her fingertips and the ring that was now hers.

Also. That ring is UGLY.

Not that I have a desktop folder of engagement ring pictures.

I don’t.

I actually don’t.

It’s all in my head.

leilacohan:

I would recommend reading every. single. word. of this story, but:

A few nights later after reading the book, Marianne was intending to buy a t-shirt to wear to the opening release of Breaking Dawn in August and she had the Twilight Teez website open on her computer. I promised I would buy her the shirt and that’s when I came across Bella’s engagement ring.

It finally arrived three months later (give or take) and my plan was simple. I had bought a new bed frame despite there being nothing wrong with the old one. I even went so far as to get one with rose panels. She was confused when I showed her the new frame, but then I intentionally proposed to her the same way Edward did,

“I promise to love you forever - every single day of forever. Will you marry me?”

But it was her face that was most priceless, when she recognized the words I was saying and the ring that she was staring at in its black velvet box. Her reaction was dissimilar to Bella’s — she screamed and nodded and said “Oh my Cullen!” a lot — and I kissed each of her fingertips and the ring that was now hers.

Now is as good a time as any to say that I came very, very, very close to buying a t-shirt today that said “My Boyfriend is a Vampire.”

I haven’t even read Twilight. It’s a Buffy thing.

fyeahpixarmovies:

The 3 upcoming Pixar movies.

I am so excited about The Bear and the Bow. So excited. So.

benzado:

patbaer:

benjaminapple:

If you missed Dreadnought’s “Improv With Elvis” show at Daioh Sushi last night, this two-minute clip will give you a pretty good idea of how it went down.

This event would have pissed me off. If I had been a customer at Daioh Sushi, my waiter/waitress wouldn’t have gotten a tip. And I wouldn’t be a customer again.

Because I would have gone to that place to have dinner with friends… or a date (!)… oh man, I would be so mad. Even if I went alone, I would have hated the distraction. That’s what that improv set would have been to me: a huge distraction to my meal and the conversation I was attempting to have.

I’ll back up Pat on this one. If you’re saying that’s how it went down, then it doesn’t sound like people were there to watch you, which is why you had to spend two minutes demanding their attention.

…

Likewise, if you’re doing a show like this, it is presumptuous to demand that anybody pay attention to you before you’ve done anything to prove you’re worth their time. Especially because, unlike a high school classroom, you’re not even supposed to be there.

I believe management hired them. There’s nothing presumptuous about performing where you were asked to perform.

Additionally, they’re not interupting anybody’s dinner. They were invited by the owner of the restaurant to accompany the dinner performance. If the owner didn’t properly advertise that to patrons, it’s on him.

signsandwonders:

A friend from high school brought to my attention that there’s this BLOG out there on the internetz that is a REPLICA of my high school livejournal. Like all the entries, copied and pasted. Some of the creepiest shit I’ve ever experienced! The livejournal was deleted years ago.

How did this happen? This is terrifying. They shouldn’t let teenagers use the internet. You should need a license, for serious.

justin:

Oh my gosh. Everyone needs this.

rubysneakers:

nicolemarietherese:

signsandwonders:

rubysneakers:

My parents met and were married in one year (and one day, exactly).  I am pretty sure my dad proposed around the 9 month mark.  I think it’s TOTALLY INSANE AND I CAN’T EVEN BEGIN TO UNDERSTAND WHY THAT MADE SENSE TO THEM.

You need to know someone for AT LEAST a whole year before you decide to spend all the rest of the whole years with them, right?  Come on.

I’m just waiting for arranged marriages to come back.

I said this for like a long, long time.

In all seriousness, I would completely trust my parents to pick a good match.

My parents were great, but I wouldn’t for a second.  My mom would pick someone who made her laugh but was probably gay, and my dad would be really impressed by any salesman.

This is halfway between fact and hyperbole, but suffice it to say that this is not a scenario I am remotely interested in.

Good call. Both of my parents would get me a gay husband. One of them would be doing it deliberately.

signsandwonders:

rubysneakers:

My parents met and were married in one year (and one day, exactly).  I am pretty sure my dad proposed around the 9 month mark.  I think it’s TOTALLY INSANE AND I CAN’T EVEN BEGIN TO UNDERSTAND WHY THAT MADE SENSE TO THEM.

You need to know someone for AT LEAST a whole year before you decide to spend all the rest of the whole years with them, right?  Come on.

I’m just waiting for arranged marriages to come back.

I said this for like a long, long time.

In all seriousness, I would completely trust my parents to pick a good match.

hatethefuture:

smarterplanet:

emergentfutures:

Report: Countries prepping for cyberwar

Major countries and nation-states are engaged in a “Cyber Cold War,” amassing cyberweapons, conducting espionage, and testing networks in preparation for using the Internet to conduct war, according to a new report to be released on Tuesday by McAfee.

MILES WHEN IS IT REAL AND WHEN IS IT A JOKE???

rubysneakers:

ginahavingthoughts:

nicolemarietherese:

leilacohan:

In the “ideal” Rules timeline, he proposes after nine months.  Certainly by a year you should know whether he plans to marry you or not.

But if he was the pursuer, and you’ve done him the honor of letting him retain that role throughout the courtship, then your odds of engagement are vastly better than if you picked him up, called him, asked him out, etc.

Emphasis all mine. If Anthony had proposed nine months (or even a year) in, I would have run away screaming.

Nine months?

NINE MONTHS?

I’m having a heart attack thinking about that. And all I want is to get married.

Also, according to that last paragraph, I do everything wrong.

I’m not talking about a movie timeline, like the one referenced above, where Maureen O’Hara meets her handsome neighbor on Thanksgiving and he pops the question on Christmas Day.  I’m talking about the couple that’s been happily dating for at least nine months, that is in an exclusive relationship, in which the man has unambiguously declared his love, and at least hinted at his intentions for the future.

Damn!  I’m out of the Christmas race.

My parents met and were married in one year (and one day, exactly).  I am pretty sure my dad proposed around the 9 month mark.  I think it’s TOTALLY INSANE AND I CAN’T EVEN BEGIN TO UNDERSTAND WHY THAT MADE SENSE TO THEM.

You need to know someone for AT LEAST a whole year before you decide to spend all the rest of the whole years with them, right?  Come on.

Um. Yes. I know I for one go crazy during specific points during the calendar year. Best to get through it once before locking it down.