There’s an article on the Radar that I read as “Walter Discovered An Asteroid!”
The bigger problem here may be the fact that this is making me laugh really hard. I just keep thinking of a lonely Walter discovering an asteroid in his backyard and thinking to himself “Finally! My ship has come in!”
many of the recent photographs have been submitted by friend and fellow beard enthusiast Jesse Caldwell, who is very much interested in shooting high quality portrait style pictures of bearded dudes eating cupcakes. Any of you in the North Jersey/Jersey City/Hoboken/NYC area who are looking to get in on the action, feel free to contact him at firstname.lastname@example.org (cupcakes will be provided)
Well obviously I’m reblogging this. Isn’t the entire Improv Jam troupe in a constant state of beard-growing?
Where did you see it? My mom’s friend designed the costumes for the Broadway production.
FOR REAL?! OMG THEN SHE IS LIKE MY MOST FAVOURITE PERSON EVER. I saw it on Broadway twice (two nights in a row. Er, yeah), and once in London.
The costumes are just amazing. From shoes to socks to frocks to pants, there’s so much detail, and it’s all so… opulent?
I know. She’s really amazing. TONY Award winning amazing. I saw the show the second night of the New York previews and I guess it was my senior year in high school. I remember watching the “Dancing Through Life Scene” and thinking, ‘Maybe if I ask Susan reeeeally nicely she’ll make my prom dress for me!”
We also met Winne Holzman (and Paul Dooley) that night at the show, so the whole experience was overwhelmingly awesome in an off-beat-girl-power way for me as a 17-year old.
(When did you see it on Broadway? I went to school with a girl who played Glinda.)
No. 7: Even tomboys like flowers. —Shannon McCarthy, 24, Valencia, California
No. 622: When we say we don’t want flowers, we really want you to secretly ask our friends or search our Web history to find out what our favorite kind of flower is without us knowing so we’re “surprised” when you hit the nail on the head. —Meredith Blake Matthews, 26, Pittsburgh
No. 10: Anything but roses. Think about it. We’ve mentioned our favorite flower more than once. If you can’t remember, go with a lily. —Rhiannon Falzone, 25, Chicago
No. 1,001: I could give a damn about flowers. Are you reading this list and taking it seriously? Because stop. If you’re doing that, instead of like, having conversations with me in order to understand the nuances of my individual being, then I don’t want to be anywhere near you. Jesus Christ.
No. 438: When we walk into your place and can immediately tell that a guy lives there, that can be either good or very bad. —Luce Melendez, 22, New York
So which is it? What are you trying to say? Absolutely nothing, Luce.
I understand your concern, and share your disappointment. But for a long time you were not around, and if you remember I was not having any news from you… Sorry about the oversight. If you like I’ll gladly write a thank you letter for the help you gave us. Do not take it personally. This is how things work in this business, there are always people who are forgotten, and it happens to the nicest ones! Thierry who also re-appeared at the end, and helped a lot with front of house and the door, was not thanked. You have to realize that when you are in this business it is not a ‘one shot deal’ and people remember you for the good and the not so good… I certainly remember everyone who lends a hand and will not hesitate to recommend people to others when asked. That too is a compensation. You need to look to the broader and longer term effects. Let me know if there is anything I can do.
I bolded the WTFs. The more I read it, the more I want to bold everything.
I knew that something like this would be the response, but seeing it sort of deflated all my “Standing up for myself Hoo-Rah!”
Oh wow. I don’t think it’s possible for me to have a “No Alcohol May”. Between my sister’s 21st birthday, my grandfather’s birthday, my brother’s birthday, and my own birthday…well, there’s a lot of drinking that gets done.
This is the needlepoint I made for Katie (as here). We used to talk about having Jane Austen parties which involved large dresses, needlepoint, and secrets spoken only by fans. We never did have one, but last month I worked on this while watching “Sense and Sensibility” and that was good enough for me.
Basically, people should be required to travel exclusively by bicycle for at least a year, after which they should be allowed to ride motorcycles for at least another year. Then, once they’ve gained sufficient experience on both of those vehicles, they should be allowed to legally drive a car—one with a manual transmission, no climate control, no power steering, and no roof. Then, finally, once they’ve come to the understanding that a car is a powerful machine and not a living room on wheels, they should be allowed to buy and operate that comfy luxury vehicle if they so choose.
This was Baffles’s refrain as he taught each of my siblings and I to drive. Except that he phrased it thisaway:
It is intensely disappointing to me that googling “What would Hermione Granger do?” yields nary a single t-shirt, but rather a hell of a lot of fan fiction. In the interests of all those who must daily ask themselves such a question, I have just this second compiled a not-comprehensive list of answers:
consult Hogwarts, A History
sigh in exasperation
slap somebody across the face
Maybe it’s time to break out our Clorox pens and make that long list of HP tee-shirts we proposed lo those many years ago.
I’m looking for all of it—the newspapers, magazines, websites, radio programs, TV shows; the ones you read to look good, the ones you’re embarrassed to say you watch, the ones you listen to because you feel you have to, the ones you can’t stay away from because you love to hate them; local news, world news, and whatever’s in between.
Whatever it is, I want to know. Just tell me, what is it?