Eric: In CCD they used to tell us that... let's see what was it? Oh, right. The road to hell is paved with the heads of unbaptized babies.
Me: ...Is that's why you're gay, bitter, and an alcoholic?
Eric: Hell's going to be fun.
BILL BAILEY IS IN A BRITISH SHOW ABOUT A BOOK STORE AND IT IS FEATURED ON HULU. Is there such a thing as a quad-fecta?
…a twenty-year-old poet wrestling with the world and his place in it,...– August Wilson describing himself in the preface of Three Plays.
They ran right next to me. It was awkward. I haven’t been that close to a...– [REDACTED] In regards to the streaking team’s end-of-semester performance.
May be recalling Twitter's glory days...
Remember nicemerlin? That was great.
For a second, that last post didn’t appear, and I got confused because I thought the whole Tweets-about-Favrd-don’t-count thing was suddenly on Tumblr.
Rachel said what I wanted to more eloquently than I could, so I’m just going to quote her. misseffieb: We’ll miss you, Favrd. Thanks for making the decision to kill something beautiful rather than let it become something you hated. It was getting pretty terrible in there, let’s be honest. Thanks so much, Textism.
“Bandit Queen” - The Decemberists As...
That is my position.
ronbailey: “Education is the silver bullet. Education is everything. We don’t need little changes. We need gigantic revolutionary changes. Schools should be palaces. Competition for the best teachers should be fierce. They should be getting six-figure salaries. Schools should be incredibly expensive for government and absolutely free of charge for its citizens, just like national defense. That...
Few screenwriters working today write female characters as wonderful as...– Manohla Dargis on Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind
A friend of mine had part of his pinky finger cut off last night. Because of a drunken sword fight. On a Tuesday. What’s that, Asher Roth? Yeah. I love college too.
Writer, know thyself.
irreverend: When I was writing my first book, I asked a friend to take a quick look at the intro. She read it, rolled her eyes and said, “You’re such a dork.” That’s how I knew I’d found my voice.
For about a month I’ve been simultaneously enjoying the unseasonably warm weather and bemoaning the thought that there would be no snow for my birthday. A few minutes ago, it started to snow. Real, fat, beautiful winter flakes. Thanks for the birthday wishes, cosmos. You’re cute.