Yours truly is taking off today (and the rest of the week) for an extended Thanksgiving break—I’ll be back on Monday. Make sure to eat lots of turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes and other delicious things! I’ll be knocking out another 5K race and then doing exactly the same. Happy Thanksgiving!

“A sunny day interrupted by a thunderstorm is just a rainbow in the making.”

Aw, thank you Cher! That’s very positive. :) For me, a sunny day interrupted by a thunderstorm means it’s dismissal time at Miami Palmetto Senior High and of course I haven’t remembered to bring an umbrella.

“Always avoid the monkey singularity.”

That’s what occurs at the edge of the black mamba hole, right?

“Mama make it better: http://cheezburger.com/View.aspx?aid=2875127552 (I am an ally in the your/you’re usage crusade)”

Seriously, THANK YOU! We need as many people on our side as possible because correct spelling and grammar usage are going to shit.

I am giant kid at heart — I’ll try anything immature and hilarious once. Which is probably why you never want to borrow my iPod headphones.

(via Unique Daily)

My personal rule of thumb is don’t ride the subways after midnight on weekends or 10 p.m. on weekdays. I understand that New York has cleaned up quite a bit since the crack-loving days of the 1980s, but it’s not worth it to me to take that sort of chance. Case in point: A guy was brutally stabbed on the D train near Rockefeller Center at 2 a.m. Saturday night because he wouldn’t move his bag off the seat (when there were, according to witnesses, plenty of other seats available):

A passenger claims that when [suspect Gerardo] Sanchez boarded the train, he looked disturbed and was “eating something, making a mess.” Then the suspect approached victim Dwight Johnson, 36, who was sitting near the door on a three-seat bench, and demanded that Johnson move his bag from an unoccupied seat to make room. According to the Post, Johnson pointed out that there were other seats on the train. Sanchez allegedly stated: “No, I want this seat.”

Johnson had already “without a word” removed his bag from the chair when Sanchez flipped out, shouting: “You think I’m scared of you? I’m not scared of you!” Johnson did not reply. That’s when Sanchez pulled out a steak knife and stabbed Johnson twice, hitting his hands and neck, puncturing his carotid artery. After the attack, the suspect pried open the subway doors and dropped the murder weapon on the tracks and began mumbling, “I want to go home, I gotta go home, I gotta go home,” a witness said.

lolcat:

Ever have the feeling…

“Horatio must not be very imaginative if he can’t even think of ghosts in his philosophy.”

Well, with a name like Horatio, he probably spends most of his time thinking of clever retorts for the bullies on the playground sixteenth-century Danish watchtower.

“Shoes and ships and sealing-wax, cabbages and kings”

And why the sea is boiling hot, and whether pigs have wings! CALOO CALAY … something, something, I forgot the rest.

starrystairs:

emmadavey:

“So like, right now for example. The Haitians need to come to America. But some people are all, “What about the strain on our resources?” Well it’s like when I had this garden party for my father’s birthday, right? I put R.S.V.P. ‘cause it was a sit-down dinner. But some people came that like did not R.S.V.P. I was like totally buggin’. I had to haul ass to the kitchen, redistribute the food, and squish in extra place settings. But by the end of the day it was, like, the more the merrier. And so if the government could just get to the kitchen, rearrange some things, we could certainly party with the Haitians. And in conclusion may I please remind you it does not say R.S.V.P. on the Statue of Liberty. Thank you very much.”

—Cher Horowitz, Clueless

thedailywhat:

Origami of the Day: Money Hats. That is all.

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“What’s wrong Banjo, is it tough? Let me know when you’ve had enough!”

It really does sound quite absurd, adventure of a bear and bird … How bright they are, your stupid shorts, a target for my dumb cohorts! (God I love that video game.)

thedailywhat:

Ur God: Where is he now?

See Also: Magic-raping explanation.

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WANT! Head on over to Geekologie for another design. Alas, it looks like the bunk beds (while likely in production) will have to remain just a dream for me — Apartment Therapy LA has a living room set by Mobelform, the manufacturer, that retails for a whopping $18,000.

(via Geekologie)

thedailywhat:

Smart Pet Tricks of the Day: Well this is just really great. Science communicator Richard Fisher might as well be declared the Hegemon of Super-Mensa because he just came up with the bestest idea ever for getting science through the skulls of memefaced Intertubkinz, encrusted as they are with a thick layer of cheesy powder and anonymous homophobia: Get a bunch of animals to teach it!

In the first installment of Fisher’s sure to go super-happy-extra-viral new web series Pets Teach Science, 16 golden retrievers are used to explain the nature of atoms.

Also: Something something Schrödinger’s cat.

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I got two takers today! Let’s see what we’ve found.

“Cannonballs - the only thing badgers are good for.”

Incorrect. They are also a necessary part of this. (If you seek animal projectiles, may I also suggest Kitten Cannon, which I’ve wasted hours and hours playing.)

“Hello World!”

It’s a song that we’re singing … c’mon get happy!