December 2008
16 posts
I just overheard part of a conversation as I was leaving a crowded establishment.
Some girl: This would not be a good time to be claustrophobic.
Okay.
Challenge: What would be a good time?
2007 →
I keep reading those year-end best-of lists and regretting that I’m always behind when it comes to popular culture.
Rather than rectify that, I’m going to embrace my slowness and dedicate 2009 to catching up on the year 2007. And because it’s what I do, I started a new tumblr for it.
Manic Pixie Dream Girl
MPDG: Film critic Nathan Rabin, who coined the phrase after seeing Kirsten Dunst in Elizabethtown, describes the MPDG as “that bubbly, shallow cinematic creature that exists solely in the fevered imaginations of sensitive writer-directors to teach broodingly soulful young men to embrace life and its infinite mysteries and adventures.”
from wikipedia.
I did not know there was a name...
WatchSince September, Chris Scott has been promising to come over the apartment and introduce David to Whiskey and the Pogues. While boy-time is going on in the living room, Stephanie and I are sequestered in my bedroom. We’ve just created this video, which we both believe to be an accurate rendering of what’s taking place on the other side of this wall.
Yeah, Chris is a little bit...
Did you know female cockroaches lay eggs when they die? You probably did but I didn’t until twenty minutes ago. I was okay with that. Now I can’t unknow it.
I’m moving back to the suburbs. No amount of convenience, culture or community is worth this shit.
This was almost a picture-post.
You’re welcome.
My Awesome Solitary Weekend
leilacohan:
Pretty much everyone I know is leaving for Christmas tonight. I’m stuck in the city until Monday morning. I am so excited for some good old-fashioned alone time, the kind of thing I used to have on the regular, before I had a live-in boyfriend.* Here are my awesome plans:
Tonight:
Pizza from Two Boots!
Rehearsal!
Cleaning my apartment!
Maybe watching South of Nowhere! (Don’t...
“But what about that thing…that…time machine?”
– My co-worker, Angela, who needs to get off the phone so I can find out what she is talking about.
Iraqi Journalist Hurls Shoes at Bush →
Whenever somebody throws a shoe, I think of the Nutcracker. Doesn’t Clara throw a shoe at the Mouse King? This seems seasonally appropriate.
Also, I hate The Nutcracker.
Also, don’t do a google-image search for “Rat King” just so you can make a stupid tumblr joke.
DON’T.
Kiss of Deaf →
Um. Ow. You’re doing it wrong.
I got called a whore by my downstairs neighbor yesterday. As I was turning to go up to my apartment I heard “butana”, which I know is the Italian word for loose woman because it’s how Grandma Lil used to describe the way Chrissy dressed when we were in high school. I’m sure it doesn’t mean whore in one language and “lady of virtuous disposition” in...