THE INTERNET IS BROKEN.
Sorry to chicken-little-it-up, but It’s been 29 minutes and there’s still no POPE FRANCIS GIF on my Tumblr feed. HELP!
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You can call toll free 1-855-FOR-1993 from any Manhattan pay-phone to get historical info from the block from 20 years ago. It’s part of the New Museum’s new 1993 exhibit, which is awesomely named after a Sonic Youth record. I just called from my block. Pretty cool apart from the urine smells.
Can’t wait to try this.
Awesome.
Run to your Volvo or your friend’s bathroom during a dinner party, Episode 6 is here!
We’ve got the fantastic Brandon Scott Jones (UCB, Very Mary Kate) with us this week. It’s an episode full of fantasy and whimsy: magical boy bands, the hit film K-Pax, Godzilla smashing pumpkins, and that good ole booty.
Winston’s Pick: Train - Drops of Jupiter
Alden’s Pick: Blue Oyster Cult - Godzilla
Brandon’s Pick: Jesse McCartney - Body Language
BRANDOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON!
(Also, hey guys, sidenote: I saw Train perform Drops of Jupiter live in a hotel ballroom in Orlando, FL. It happened last October, at an advertising conference. After finishing the song Patrick Monahan said to a room full of middle-aged marketers: “Thank you for keeping us relevant.” Ouch!)
(One of my favorites.)
(Source: jadesire, via blogalicious)
Sorry to chicken-little-it-up, but It’s been 29 minutes and there’s still no POPE FRANCIS GIF on my Tumblr feed. HELP!
Gurrrrrrl, I’m getting this book on PRE-ORDER! (And giving a second copy to my Mom on her birthday.)
Let’s all do this. Really great project. I love it!
I’ve got a Magnolia Bakery cookbook, can’t wait!
I’m gonna use my Downton Abbey cookbook, can’t wait!!
Using the back of a package of chocolate chips … but it’s still gonna be delicious!
CANNOT HANDLE
You trying to kill me, tumblr?
what the FUCK are we supposed to do now? i feel like someone just air-dropped me in the middle of the dessert or something.
Don’t wanna brag, but these pictures were sent to my work’s “Puppy Group” email chain like two weeks ago, y’all.