11/4
2009
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I’m mature.
I would make fun of this more if I hadn’t totally set it up.
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about the bald bear pictures
WHY DO BEARS LOOK LIKE THAT?!
I can’t bear to have them on my Tumblr, but just know that every time one comes up, I die a little inside.
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I got the word “egregious” from Hercules. I was so enamored of Hades’s intelligence.I’ve just realised this is how I know the verb “to expectorate”. All the greatest intellectuals get their vocabulary from Disney films.
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I miss Rome, I miss Rome, I miss Rome.
Why does it feel like my whole life is going to be a journey to get back there?
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okay, yes, Gossip Girl.
clearly a just-elected politician, who has been claiming to be honest and change the game and is the object of a lot of public scrutiny, would be seen grabbing drinks with an underage teen. Blergh.
11/3
2009
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it's sick how Hilary Duff, who is skinny, looks like a heifer next to the Gossip Girl ladies.
I mean, eat something.
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courtesy of my brother’s ramblings.
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I just saw the word "Tumblrati" in a post. That's what I want to be
(via mykicks)
You know you want to give me credit for this.
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ha, I seem to have unleashed a storm of academic frustration while gone.
Chuffed is pretty positive it was Lacan, but I agree with Faith that he was probably basing it on Saussure sassiness. (urgh.) Thanks for sorting out this minor brain puzzler, Tumblrati! I wish I had had more of you on my blogroll when I was writing papers and needed sources.
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Who was the symbologist/theorist who talked about the learned process behind recognizing man/woman signs on bathroom doors?
It wasn’t Lacan, right? Was it Levi-Strauss (eh, I think he only did anthropology)? Or Saussure? Cannot recall.
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a guy just broke the unwritten rule of the LIRR.
everyone knows that the bank of two single seats opposing each other (only one in each double decker car) is meant for only one person to sit in. The leg room isn’t really enough for two people to sit opposite, so it’s understood if someone gets to these seats, they get to sit by themselves. Sweet deal, and I got it today. A few stops later, this total goofball gets on with three briefcases and squeezes his way in. The train is full but not so full he had to sit here. Now I’m trying to move my legs so I don’t interlock knees with him, and he is all, whatev, I am a nuisance.
Party foul, guy, seriously.
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I think it's time for me and my predictive text to break up.
It really just doesn’t get me anymore. It changes close matches of “years” to Yeats, “always” to Alessandro, “just” to Judy, and, I kid you not, “shuttle” to Sidorsky. I have never typed any of these names into my phone. What is happening?
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TEAM BETTY
I’m sorry, I really don’t buy “poor Don.” Betts may be relying too much on Henry, but she’s human, and humans can’t live in an environment of 10 years of total deception, find out, and start anew just like that. She may have been harsh, but he’s been way worse to her (hello, Maidenform). And even without a tu quo que argument, she obviously needs to be even blunter with Don, since he can’t
comprehend Betty might have agency in the marriage even all spelled out as it was for him in tiny words and hard blinks.
11/2
2009
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this just in.
I really do not use enough commas when posting from my phone. I look back over my posts and cringe at the robotic-ness of it all.
