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here's something you should know about me
I hate scary and suspenseful movies. Hate them. Every time I tell somebody this, it usually comes back to bite me in the ass. Case in point: In high school, a friend and I went to go see Final Destination. He’d already seen it, and he knew I hated things jumping out at me. So he conveniently waited until the scariest moments in the movie to reach over and grab me to add to the scare factor. Chris, I still haven’t forgotten that. You will pay, someday.
These days, I avoid bad dreams (“Carrie” on network TV had me sleeping with a night light for weeks when I was 15) by avoiding scary movies altogether. And when previews for scary movies come on in the theater, I plug my ears and look away. I don’t care that I look like a fool — it’s worth my sanity and uninterrupted sleep.
So I was, of course, understandably distressed when a random thought popped into my head in the shower last night … what were the lines to that creepy poem from the episode “Hush” on Buffy the Vampire Slayer? “Can’t even shout, can’t even cry, the gentlemen are coming by … ”
That’s when this image popped into my head. It’s amazing that an episode of a TV show I saw god knows how many years ago can resurface so quickly and with such amazing clarity:
Oh, and here’s the rest of the poem, in case you were curious:
Can’t even shoutNeedless to say, I didn’t get a ton of sleep last night. That image needs to go away be replaced with happy kittens, unicorns and rainbows or something.
Can’t even cry
The Gentlemen are coming by
Looking in windows
Knocking on doors
They need to take seven,
And they might take yours
Can’t call to Mom
Can’t say a word
You’re gonna die screaming,
But you won’t be heard
(image via We Are The Weirdos)
NOOOOO! I can’t believe I missed it!yourfavoriteredhead: izmonsters:thesounknown: dirtywordsonadirtywall: lesliepants:paulscheer:thatisawesome:iammattjordan:andyriesmeyer:
caylamarie:(via lepanopticon)Today was the day time travel was invented. Long live Doc Brown.
I have absolutely yelled this at people who were helping me carry a mattress down a stairwell. (Squished Chandler in frame one is hilarious, BTW!)vianegativa: iaritcha: falulatonks: annakovsky: torigates: squeegybeckinheim:
ROSS: Pivot! Pivot! Pivot! Pivot! Pivot! Pivot!CHANDLER: Shut up, shut up, shut uuuuup!
THE BEST
Automatic reblog.
Paging Imelda Marcos!Shoe Bathtub
Italian designer Massimiliano Della Monaca is the brain behind this creation. It is covered with precious glass mosaic in a style that stands out from the rest of the traditional geometric shapes. Shaped like an elegant pump shoe with a skyscraper heel, it allows for a perfect soak. It costs “just” $17,000.
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in which we honed our hip hop skills
My roommate found out that Dance New Amsterdam, a studio in Lower Manhattan, was doing a free day of classes on Saturday, October 24, so we decided to head down and take advantage of it. The beginner hip hop class we wanted was already full, so the girls at the sign-up table convinced us we’d be OK in the slow intermediate one that was still open.
We are in the back of this room below:
At least they had the sense to film the really good dancers in the front group instead of panning the room! You can see me for a split second at the very end of the video (in a dark green tank top):
Surprisingly, we both managed to keep up with the dance for the hour-and-a-half-long class — and I had a ton of fun (and felt it in my abs the next day). It kind of makes me want to sign up for a dance class sometime, even if I don’t quite fit in with the hip hop guys. :)
(video via Dance New Amsterdam)
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Quick, watch before they take it down! The cast of Glee plays musical chairs to their own soundtrack on It’s On With Alexa Chung yesterday. Guess who wins?
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It’s good to know that the nouveau riche have a sense of humor, too!Racy Horse of the Day: What a great name for a horse. Must’ve been really hard coming up with it.
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it's quiz day!
I’ve found two mindless quizzes to keep me (and you) occupied during the workday. Let’s see how much you know about …
… road signs! I haven’t really driven since 2007, when I participated in my family’s long haul from Miami to New Hampshire (the dog couldn’t fly because she’s a chicken, so we drove). The one time I did hit the road recently, I nearly got stranded in Hartford by Zipcar. So it comes as no big surprise to me that I scored a 68%, or a D+, on this one. Who needs to know road signs, anyway — you can just do what all the other cars in front of you are doing! (I’m kidding.)
… the driving test! We all had to pass that ten-question test to get handed a license, and we all managed to do it. But do you remember any of that crap nearly a decade later? I sure as hell don’t — I got a 61% and I don’t think they should give people with a D- a license, but for some reason they do.
The moral of the story here is you probably don’t want to get in a car with me until I’ve been practicing for a good bit. The other thing to take away is how awesome a large public transportation system like New York’s is: you can hop on the subway or take a cab at any level of intoxication and not have to worry about endangering other people or yourself.
Please send this to EVERYONE YOU KNOW. Those who pluralize with the apostrophe, I’m especially looking at you.
(via the Daily What)
The T. rex’s arms might have looked wimpy, but they were extremely strong. Each was about three feet long and, based on the size of the arm bones and analysis of the spots where muscle attached to the bone, they were jacked. ‘The bicep alone—and this is a conservative estimate—could curl 430 pounds,’ Conrad says. Even the beefiest humans max out at around an embarrassing 260 pounds.
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If you’ve ever laughed at those wimpy little T. rex arms — you’ve been put in your place by Popular Science. (via the Daily What) |
finger-lickin' good
I’m fine with people licking their fingers to turn the page of a book or newspaper, so long as they don’t try to touch me with those fingers afterward. Frankly, I don’t think I’d love the taste of newsprint, but to each his own.
The middle-aged gentlemen and I sharing a spot on the pole in the subway this morning were fine. He, happily licking his fingers to get through AM New York, me rocking out to the Glee soundtrack on my iPod. Then the train lurched. And he grabbed the pole with the licked hand, not two inches above my hand. He made no effort to wipe his saliva off, nor did he seem to notice anything amiss.
I didn’t touch that pole again. (And I’m not the only one to gripe about this — Unsuck DC Metro beat me to it by about seven months.)
(image via Web MD Pets)
another day off
Hi Tumblrinos (I’ve always wanted to write that),
My home computer is under a large plastic sheet right now to protect it from the dust caused by my windows being replaced. I’m staying home from work to keep an eye on the contractor — he’s a friend of the landlord who did a pretty crappy job on repairs before we even moved into the apartment. I don’t think I’ll be able to get to the laptop much today, so apologies again for the lack of posts. In the meantime, please watch this and tell me how you feel about Jake Gyllenhaal being cast as the Prince of Persia.
Love,
Jen
From what little I know of baseball, I agree. Though coming from South Florida, I don’t think anybody really cares about the Marlins. Or the Devil Rays. (Are they even called that anymore? Or is it just “Rays” because having “Devil” in the name was a no-no? You can tell I’ve been paying attention.)I love this map. (Inspired by S12th & M. Missiles talkin’ beisbol)
So glad they gave Iowa to the Cubbies. I think Grandma Rose would have haunted the shit out of them otherwise. I was going to make a comment on how the White Sox are the Lesotho to the Cubs’ South Africa, but then you get into the demographics of the Southside and Sox fans vs. Cubs fans, and how Chicago is such a divided city anyway, and I decided that wouldn’t be cool.
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