January 2009
37 posts
Note to self
Bit that does not translate to the work place:
Responding to some impressive display of clairvoyance by pointing at your boss and shouting “Witch! Witch!”
God dammit.
Thanks, Starzinski.
That bit was not worth the fallout.
Watchbenjaminapple:
A couple of months ago I started trying to create some faux-classic opening title sequences. I’m in love with the title credits of old Capra movies, etc., so it was a lot of fun to mimic the film look. Then about a week ago I had an idea for a game to play with the titles, so I put together the sequence you see here. Several times already I’ve uploaded a “finished” version of this...
A glimpse into the future...
(edited to save face and clarify context.)
Me: oh man. I bet you are going to use all this gchat stuff in your wedding toast.
Katey: obvs. why do you think i baited it?
me: baited what?
Katey: the conversation
me: oh man. this whole thing was a set-up!
Katey: i planned that whole thing
me: oh man
Katey: for my toast
me: that's so crazy
Katey: i'll be a huge alcoholic by that point though. so my husband alan will probably end up reading it in my stead. since i will be slurring so much.
(I think we all know who she means.)
Does anyone want to go see The Cherry Orchard at...
leilacohan:
It’s a Stoppard translation! With Simon Russell Beale and Sinead Cusack and Josh Hamilton and Ethan Hawke!
Yes please. Some Sunday?
Just so everyone knows
Anna: STOP TRYING TO GET MARRIED VIA TUMBLR!
Me: I'm not trying to get married. I'M COMPILING AN INTERNET ARCHIVE OF GOOD IDEAS FOR WHEN IT HAPPENS.
“Oh the comfort, the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person, having...”
– George Eliot
“Clean your room and leave me alone.”
– My mom, posting on my little sister’s Facebook wall. There is no record of a wall conversation leading up to this, so I’m forced to believe they’re just communicating all family business through the internet. Also, I love them.
“Oh man. What a great day.”
– Benjamin, after wreaking havoc on the Time Capsule gmail list by inaccurately assessing Andrew’s voice, turning the tide against me (there’s now a portion of the population that believes I’m ALAN STARZINSKI), and then creating an uproar over a make-believe practice session.
Broadway No Longer Waiting for Guffman? →
Trailers
I saw Frost/Nixon with Dru and Noah this weekend. Before the movie, a preview for Angels and Demons came on and Dru started clapping. I was horrified. And confused.
I’m sorry, I try not to be a snob-jerk because I know it is behaviorly-unattractive and behaviorly-unattractive people are less likely to get married someday - BUT - Dan Brown is awful. I feel like that’s a pretty baseline...
Public Service Announcement
Don’t you make that cookie face at me, missy.
rubysneakers:
nicolemarietherese:
Hey,
If we are friends and I offer some kind of thoughtful insight into your life and then you rebel against that insight and use it to do something out of character and then that backfires -
I am not responsible for what happens.
Public Service Announcement
Hey,
If we are friends and I offer some kind of thoughtful insight into your life and then you rebel against that insight and use it to do something out of character and then that backfires -
I am not responsible for what happens.
the inauguration - thoughts from a smartass
I had originally posted about Katey, Chris and I all having the exact same reaction to “44 people” in our separate parts of the city. I ended my post by saying that my friends and I are jerks…but maybe we are hopeful jerks. Please read the optimistic progression of Katey’s list to confirm that suspicion. We are good people at heart.
rubysneakers:
a few thoughts:
there...
“How could I write about life when I’d never had a love affair or a baby or...”
– Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
WatchWritten by Stephanie Streisand, Directed by Nate Smith, featuring Brian Glidewell, Margot Leitman, Pam Murphy, and Stephanie Streisand.
Apartment Therapy: 12 Steps to Deep Clean a... →
I stayed in tonight and have been trying to do these things.
I don’t think I like Apartment Therapy.
It is only “therapy” if “therapy” meant that you went somewhere and sat in a room and looked at pictures of other people doing things successfully. Then you would go home to your stained-carpet “boyfriend”, your ugly-walls “job”, and your...
100% serious
rubysneakers:
do not click on this article unless you want to be grossed out beyond belief. it’s towards the middle, so your eyes won’t be instantly fried if you just read the first bit.
SO.FUCKED.UP.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Delphine_LaLaurie
The last two nights we’ve gone out after improv class have ended with very graphic conversations about serial killers.
I don’t know...
Watchstephaniestreisand:
Damn it! Nicole and I raced to tumble this and she won.
WATCH THIS TRAILER!!!
I always win.
Watchvia roommate David.