So I did this. I made one for the baby too, but she was having no part of it. The valentine reads, “You are my external power supply.”
My bro just won Valentine’s Day.
Like I said, the fish died. So, I did what any betting man would do and doubled down. I had a bit of a chat with the girl at the store; turns out it may have been murder, not suicide.
We are sticking with the music icon naming theme, but maybe I should have delayed naming Prince. The Fish…
Let’s try another contest.
Go to Find the Starlight and follow what is there.
Click here to see how you can help.
Repost this.
At 9:00 p.m. EST on January 15th, two of the people who do so will be selected at random to receive an Alchemy Starter Set.
I don’t enjoy these methods. But this is the future of information we have reached. And these are the roads we must travel through it.
Good luck, kittens.
-M
This is fun.
(Some will say this is not the time. I disagree. This is the time when every mixed emotion needs to find voice.)
Since his arresting the early morning of January 11, 2011 — two years to the day before Aaron Swartz ended his life — I have known more about the events that began this…
tj:
Folks, don’t click that.
There’s no way for any site to tell you what this is promising, just like no one can tell you who reads your Twitter page. It can’t be done (yes, yes Google Analytics, which isn’t nearly the same).
If you already clicked that, go to https://www.tumblr.com/settings/applications and click “Revoke Access” to at application you don’t recognize.
Oh, and you might want to delete that post that this app posted on your behalf, trying to get more people to fall for it.
Beautiful song, beautifully shot in a beautiful place. But whether you like the genre, the band, or the song is sorta beside the point. It’s the performance. Man alive they put their backs into it. Give it their all. And to quote John Stewart on Springsteen, “empty the tank.”
To all my Colorado folks who were at the show, the depth of my jealous hatred is without bottom.
My brother sent me a link that had a pie chart breaking down parenting between 51% uninmaginable joy and 49% pain in the ass. Today was one of those 49% days.
We have thrown around the term “blow out” far too liberally in the last 7 1/2 weeks, today I discovered the true definition. After an…
