November 2009
3 posts
October 2009
2 posts
“In 1960 Nasa asks the Fisher Pen Company to produce 400 pens with injection ink,...”
– The Cosmonaut (via pepsiline) (via tinselblog)
September 2009
6 posts
“When life’s knocked us around. And our childhood myths reveal themselves to be...”
– Those Aren’t Fighting Words, Dear
Oftentimes I find myself hiding behind the glowing cynicism of all things hip, whether on the net or in real life. And sometimes things remind me to check myself. I really like stumbling into the silver slivers of work taking place all over, bigger than our egos,...
August 2009
24 posts
Two, four, six, eight, time to transubstantiate!
divination:
86400:
divination:
whyifollow:
(via divination)
Tom Lehrer = follow.
Recognition of Tom Lehrer lyric taken entirely out of context = follow.
Genuflect, genuflect, genuflect! Did anyone ever sort out why Picket Fences had such a Tom Lehrer hard-on?
I’m going to search everything on your tumblr tagged ‘divination’.
I’ve never had a tag before, this is a proud moment for...
Two, four, six, eight, time to transubstantiate!
(via divination)
Tom Lehrer = follow.
Some idiot on imdb just suggested that there were...
viereckige-augen:
I need to stop reading the boards there. They are depressing.
The answer will determine whether I am an optimist...
incline:
I am trying (failing) to determine which is the more notable defining aspect of my night: Jon Brion (with Michel Gondry on drums) playing a medley of 70’s and 80’s hit songs (including, but not limited to, Funky Town), or the drunken, Ed Hardy bedecked frat boy who was masturbating furiously outside of the Hollywood Highland complex.
benempt:
Seahorses are so depressing.
“People ask, and comedy writers especially ask, “How come the show isn’t better?”...”
– Bob Odenkirk (from his interview with Robert Smigel in the May 2009 issue of The Believer)
(via erockappel)
Special “Former Maude Team Director” Edition
One Hundred Word Story: Salmon
lunchbreak:
Salmon ascended the diving board ladder, lingering at the railing. Absentmindedly, he wondered if everyone could tell he had packed on a few pounds. After all he had been through, continual doubt about his body image seemed almost farcical. “Well,” Salmon rationalized, “once I get in the water, nobody will be able to tell.”
“Cannonball!” shouted the Ayatollah. “We want a cannonball,...
on how it works (it doesn't)
natashavc:
At the end of each day I sit down to read what I’ve published. And I can feel my heart plummet into my feet from numerous inexcusable typos. It’s a ritual for me after 6 o’clock, when the web is quiet and the stakes are lower to go through every post, tweet, email and look at my pitiful mistakes.
I have always had this problem. I grew with a keyboard and the deceptive tool of...
