I’m sitting in the balcony of a 150-year old building, waiting for an event to start. It is boiling hot up here and freezing cold outside.
At work on a Saturday, but at least I’m working someplace pretty.
I want to thank you for opening your heart and your family to your Tumblr friends. These past few years, you’ve brightened my days just by being you and sharing your thoughts and bits of your life and work, and I’m grateful for that.
Thank you for sharing Riley with us, for bringing all of us together to celebrate and honor him. I am deeply honored to know you, and him, and I am holding you and your beautiful, loving, family in my heart, today and always.
I hope the love and support you’re finding here carries you through the coming hours, days, weeks, and months, even if just a little bit.
I found that I have more trouble staying asleep when I’ve eaten any gluten that day. It’s not a discomfort thing I just wake up a lot. When I’m strict with my diet I sleep great. —
An actual comment on a Facebook post about someone’s son’s insomnia.
Is gluten-free the new vegan? That is to say, is it now the home to the most self-righteous and evangelical food policers?
This about sums it up.
An NFL Fan Defends the “R” Word - Boing Boing
See also: "I’m sorry you were insulted"
(Source: monkeyfrog, via embracethelost)
STOP GAMER GATE 2014.
If you need this flowchart, though, do us all a favor and consult a medical professional about your underlying rage issues.
(Source: terrorkion, via sethw)
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"Wait here…I’ve got a few pictures in the car"
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I call the creative void.
You CAN find it other places. They had it on Amazon for about 1/3 the price. I just didn’t want to wait another minute to hear an album that was released 36 years ago. Radio Shack caters to people with no patience who need obscure adapters for their hilariously outdated electronics equipment.
This is an accurate description of myself. I will browse obscure web stores looking for something, then spend more time and money at a place like RadioShack looking for the same thing.
A friend of my mother’s posted this to Facebook.
What is there to say, really? How exactly to comment on…the absolute lunacy of this image? Like, what more dignified way to communicate the unspeakable immensity of God’s salvation than by using a picture of Tweety Bird? It sounds like something a genuinely crazy person would say: imagine a Wesley Willis-type of person approaching you on the street and telling you “I know Tweety Bird’s goin’ to Heaven because he’s literally drenched in the Blood of Jesus Christ.”
Anyway: I sent the picture to my buddy Aaron, who responded with this:
And I think about it every couple of hours, and have to stop myself from laughing out loud like one of those loonies I mentioned earlier.
I am crying from laughter.
I will never be able to hear “Bringing in the Sheaves” without thinking of the Tasmanian Devil again.