Bonus Radiohead Kitten footage: Black Star and your humble narrator. This was all he wanted to do the whole time I was filming him. If you want one or two or three of these guys, get in touch with me.
Third and final Radiohead Kitten: the bouncy and unstoppable “Black Star”.
Highly Adoptable Radiohead Kitten Number Two: the meek yet rambunctious “Kid A”.
Kitten update! These little guys or possibly gals were rescued by my HR lady and are still up for adoption. I took some video of each one since they will NOT stop moving. I have taken the liberty of naming them after Radiohead songs. I call this little squeaker the “Paranoid Android”.
All men fear death. It’s a natural fear that consumes us all. We fear death...– the character of Ernest Hemingway in the movie Midnight In Paris, as written by Woody Allen. I can’t stress how good this movie is. (via nedhepburn) Yes, fellas, sex with a woman will solve all your problems! And be sure to refer to it as “conquering”. I swear to god, Ned, I am...
danforth: I have wrought my simple plan If I give one hour of joy To the boy who’s half a man, Or the man who’s half a boy. That’s Arthur Conan Doyle’s forward to The Lost World. I think of it every time I hear someone bitch about adults reading Harry Potter. My boy/man ratio is about 8:1, so I totally get this. Still not going to a midnight screening, though.
Kittens, anyone? These little 4-week-old guys/gals were rescued by our HR person and should be adorably adoptable in a couple months. SO MUCH SQUEAKING.
A couple of months ago I said goodbye to all my vices at once. This is what they said in return. Alcohol: “Whatever, DICK. I don’t need you, ya piece’a shit! Fuckin…I do whatever, man. HEY! I’m talkin…talkin to yeeeeaaaaAAAAAAGGHHH. What. EVER.” Fast food: “Honestly (blurk) I’m pretty (ulgh) pretty disgusted with myself at this (gllllkkgh)...
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ronbabcock: “Hi… How are you.. I’m fine… Good to see you… Later…” It’s not that hard. Practice it in the mirror and if you can’t get it right, then you don’t get to go out. You can’t all be Michael Cera. I’m not talking about people who have severe agorophia, I’m talking about people who have… SPEAK IT BABCOCK
Me: “God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change; courage to change the things I can; and wisdom to know the difference.” God: [doesn’t exist] Me: “Shit.”
You're Enjoying It Wrong
The other night, I was watching a comedy show, and someone else in the audience had a horrible laugh. It was louder than any other laugh in the room, shrill, nasal, and ended with a drawn-out “HAAAEEEEEENNGGH” that sounded like a megaphone recording of French Stewart getting his balls caught in an electric sander. It actually drowned out the voice of the comedian several times. I...