Star’s eyes (via my flickr)
This is a glass table that I’m making at work for the house. Above is what it looks like when upright (for dining) and here’s a video (that turned out like shit) of it when it’s down (coffee table height): http://vimeo.com/9101371
If nothing else, it gave me an excuse/reason to learn SketchUp.
I’m calling it a win.
Penny Arcade! - Here’s Your Reality Program
I tested for Nintendo for about a year and a half (on-and-off like a good temp), and this is a pretty close approximation of how my expectations were quashed by tiny cubicles with VCRs and 105hr weeks of Pokemon Stadium 2. Not sure if Hot Tamales and Mountain Dew qualify as “nutrient-rich” sludge, though.
Remember, Jesus would rather constantly shame gays than let orphans have a family.
Stephen Colbert (via ihatethismess/shalon) (via stalk) (via ih8review) (via thereisnogod) (via friendlyatheist) (via noonesboy)
18 Plays
Spoon - Got Nuffin
You know what, Spoon? Fuck it. Normally at this point I try to push myself away from an album that I’m loving because I know I’m going to wear it so thin that I may never be able to get back into it, but this time I’m just going to go ahead and overindulge. I got nothin’ to lose.
hey internet, WHY DID YOU NEVER TELL ME ABOUT THIS BEFORE?
31 Plays
Spoon - The Mystery Zone
digging Spoon’s latest, Transference. minimalistic, but extremely listenable.
costco receipt
- me: (dividing the bill) where's my sexbot?
- Gil: I thought we were going to share it?
- me: YOU already have a sexbot.
- Gil: Don't talk about Brent like that.
- me: I was talking about Cosmos.
- Brent: ..that was a nice volley
![matticusjay:
aeontriad:
thedailywhat:
Text Message of the Day: From zero to single in penis.
[reddit.]
Now this is how you communicate.
This is how 95% of my chats with my brother begin & end.](http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kw3rkxbiuc1qzpwi0o1_400.jpg)
Text Message of the Day: From zero to single in penis.
[reddit.]
Now this is how you communicate.
This is how 95% of my chats with my brother begin & end.
Star:
somewhat willing, mostly patient, lense-licking subject. pictured here, she has had enough of me. (via remyzero7)
books i’ve read/books i haven’t read (I’m looking at you, Joyce),
broken guitar i can’t play (not solely because it’s broken),
&dali
…in which Cosmos demands recognition of his freakish face, or lack thereof.
also, HEY, i gotta t1i today! i haven’t posted a fuckton of pictures here, but yanno, maybe now i will.
