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This is the first time in four years that I’ve seen as many of these on an actual bookshelf. I’d been getting by on my superior stacking and leaving-things-in-boxes skills until Tobias decided to adopt cats. Leaving stuff in places just isn’t going to cut it anymore.

I kind of feel like we’re not just making this place safer for cats, we’re trying to impress them.

This is the first time in four years that I’ve seen as many of these on an actual bookshelf. I’d been getting by on my superior stacking and leaving-things-in-boxes skills until Tobias decided to adopt cats. Leaving stuff in places just isn’t going to cut it anymore.

I kind of feel like we’re not just making this place safer for cats, we’re trying to impress them.

Cloud Cult at Mr. Small’s, Pittsburgh Pa

It’s really hard to capture just how wonderful this show was. Photos alone convey almost nothing.

Cloud Cult at Mr. Small’s, Pittsburgh Pa

Actual and numerous photos to follow.

Cloud Cult at Mr. Small’s, Pittsburgh Pa

Actual and numerous photos to follow.

Flying kites

Flying kites

So I went to the career fair after all.

I was nervous and sweaty and wasn’t certain where exactly I should go, but I did it, anyway, and it worked out well. I followed up even harder about the university position and picked up leads for more jobs. Ultimately, it didn’t really matter what I was wearing or that I didn’t have a resume to leave behind. Winning a fight against my anxiety and making job progress really felt like a victory.

A small victory, to be sure, but a victory all the same in what have been weeks of frayed nerves and despair.

Apply for a job with the university from which you recently graduated.

Stop by campus on your day off to follow up with someone in Human Resources.

Signs posted everywhere advertise the Spring Career Fair.

You are neither dressed for interviews, nor in possession of any copies of your resume.

There. Now you and I are having the same day.

Marc is experimenting with making his own mead. Just from standing around to watch (and hold a funnel), I have observed that it’s pretty easy if you’re cool with waiting a couple months to drink something.

Pictured here are images from the first hour after bottling. The ingredients are honey, an orange, raisins, spices, water and yeast. I think the only tricky parts are sanitizing everything and settling water into the air lock to keep the mixture from exploding. I assume it would explode, anyway, since I assume that fate of most things.

Today I realized that the cadence I use to dictate texts and emails on my phone sounds like an iffy Lena Dunham impression. Really puts her speaking style into perspective for me.

It was with a heavy heart that I reset my voicemail greeting to its default message. Now that I may be entertaining calls from prospective employers, it is time for me to put away churlish things.

The moment between me typing the “i” and the “c” in “chicken” is a dark time for AutoCorrect.

The moment between me typing the “i” and the “c” in “chicken” is a dark time for AutoCorrect.

I recently learned that I have the ability to cross my eyes and move them independently of one another. I had to share it in the creepiest way I could.

I recently learned that I have the ability to cross my eyes and move them independently of one another. I had to share it in the creepiest way I could.

Watching Stripes again only serves to highlight how great it would have been for Bill Murray to guest star on Community, if that had ever been even a remote possibility. John Winger is so Jeff’s father. It just makes sense.

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fuckyeahmovieposters:

Wolfcop

I hope I’m wrong, but this can’t possibly live up to its poster art.

More importantly, is this coming to an anything near me?

outpost31:

fuckyeahmovieposters:

Wolfcop

I hope I’m wrong, but this can’t possibly live up to its poster art.

More importantly, is this coming to an anything near me?

An amorphous blob of Dan Deacon performing with his back to us. Marc asserts that Arcade Fire will face this way once they take the stage, but I’m not so sure.

An amorphous blob of Dan Deacon performing with his back to us. Marc asserts that Arcade Fire will face this way once they take the stage, but I’m not so sure.

Spending a lot of time alone while recovering from a cold means that the sound of my own voice surprises me when I talk to the television.

My squeaky, creaky coughing fit voice.