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Phytoceramides will get you out of jail and put makeup on you!

Phytoceramides will get you out of jail and put makeup on you!

A colleague just asked me if I thought her necklace was too “over the top.” I had to point out that my earrings are Smokey the Bear pogs.

A colleague just asked me if I thought her necklace was too “over the top.” I had to point out that my earrings are Smokey the Bear pogs.

I took down my poetry Tumblr…

…because many publications consider a poem to be “published” if it’s available online, even if only on your personal poetry blog. 

Which makes sense to me in some ways, and does not in others. But I don’t make the rules.

P.S. Even after deleting the Tumblr, I actually might never be able to publish those poems, as they’ll always be at least partially searchable. That’ll teach me!

P.P.S. If you are one of the fives of people affected by the removal of my poetry blog, follow me here, which is where I at least post updates about pub acceptance, which has not happened in a while.

Oh, my, god. Becky, look at her butt.
It is so big.

'baby got back' passes the bechdel test (via ohheygrace)

(Source: battlestardidactica, via yodelmachine)

Ampersand
Until as recently as the early 1900s the ampersand, &, was considered a letter of the alphabet and was listed after Z in twenty-seventh place. At the time it was common practice to use the Latin phrase per se (“by itself”) to differentiate between individual letters and single-character words — so A would be A per se, I would be I per se, and so on — and so to avoid confusion between & and “and,” the alphabet would usually finish with a final “X, Y, Z and per se &.” This and per se and eventually ran together, and the ampersand was born.

texburgher:

tj:

noelanthony:

jewlesthemagnificent:

jhrmn:

not-cooper:

OH GOD I’VE LOST CONTROL

ok listen you’ve still got a couple of options here

You just have to shift your perspective.

How can you function like that

I command you to stop.

Puns? Seriously? As if there’s no alt

Space bar

texburgher:

tj:

noelanthony:

jewlesthemagnificent:

jhrmn:

not-cooper:

OH GOD I’VE LOST CONTROL

ok listen you’ve still got a couple of options here

You just have to shift your perspective.

How can you function like that

I command you to stop.

Puns? Seriously? As if there’s no alt

Space bar

Look here Vita — throw over your man, and we’ll go to Hampton Court and dine on the river together and walk in the garden in the moonlight and come home late and have a bottle of wine and get tipsy, and I’ll tell you all the things I have in my head, millions, myriads — They won’t stir by day, only by dark on the river. Think of that. Throw over your man, I say, and come.

"The Cattleman, the Baby and Me" (by Rrrrred)

"The Cattleman, the Baby and Me" (by Rrrrred)