Fun Size Slackmistress

Something for everyone at Target! (Taken with instagram)

—who fought her way to the front of the stage after The Strange Boys were told by the person running the show that they had time for two more songs and yelled for them to GET THE FUCK OFF WE WANT THE REIGNING SOUND:

I hope you woke up this morning in a pile of someone else’s vomit.

Love,

Nina

*Last night’s line up at Alex’s Bar 12 Anniversary was amazing. While I was just there to see the headliner (Reigning Sound), all of the bands rocked my face off and The Strange Boys specifically.

I wasn’t certain from the first song, but the second or third song in The Strange Boys’ set where Will and I turned to each other with that YES YES THIS IS IT.

I don’t get out to shows much anymore, and I rarely have the patience to sit through three opening acts because there’s always at least one that I don’t care for.  Even if they’re not my thing, I sit in the back and clap politely. Because whoeever’s up there is playing their heart out and trying to make their dreams a reality. How can you not respect that?

So to summarize: STFU.

mariticide:

Jean Paul Gaultier Black Purse
Spring 2011- Haute Couture Collection

This is relevant to my interests.

(via pillowwillow)

jonaspolsky:

by Jonas Polsky

Tonight I watched the first forty-three seconds of the new television series “Are You There, Chelsea?”. At that point, I paused, thought about whether or not I wanted to continue watching, and stopped.

The part of the show I saw was a character relating the experience of…

This is the funniest thing I’ve read all day. I’m not going to even attempt to be funny in my demand that you click through…

No, it was the other half of the salad from three days ago, that’s been sitting in the office fridge.

Also, how to I reply to a comment via post? I R Tumblr Dum.

When good salads go bad, you McGyver something out of office crafty for lunch. (Taken with instagram)

yayponies:

jamief:

imremembering:

Benders

oh yes.  we had these.

they SUCKED.

These used to rip your hair out by the roots. Imagine a flaming hot rubber stick of dynamite that you wind your hair around. There aren’t any fasteners so the dynamite are perched precariously on your cap, sometimes coming undone like a climber that’s lost their footing, sliding down and leaving an angry burned streak. You’d end up with straight hair and frizzy ends, and an answer to why 80’s hair was such a nightmare.

betheboy:

Which one of you told Billy Joel about my other blog?

ayearofbillyjoel:

Song: Captain Jack

Album: Piano Man (1973)

Here we are at “Captain Jack,” the last song on the Piano Man album.

This song has loomed large in my head since I began A Year Of Billy Joel, in part because I have been told that I should listen to it by a number of people. The following is a…

betheboy:

When Gingrich called Obama a “food stamp president,” it was an obvious dog-whistle statement. (Subtext: “Remember, guys, he’s BLACK. And he’s gonna give YOUR money to OTHER BLACK PEOPLE.”) But apart from the badly disguised racism, it was also part and parcel with the delight he takes from attacking the least of us, joyfully positing that the poorest among us are the most deserving of our scorn and ridicule.

My friend Matt Callan on Newt Gingrich’s dark as night soul.