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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.

People are going to tell you it tastes like a grape Tootsie Roll Pop. Don’t believe them. This stuff is raisin wine. I know where wine comes from, guys. I get it. The flavor profile is straight-up raisin and bizarre until you mix it with something else. Even then, it’s still a little weird.

People are going to tell you it tastes like a grape Tootsie Roll Pop. Don’t believe them. This stuff is raisin wine. I know where wine comes from, guys. I get it. The flavor profile is straight-up raisin and bizarre until you mix it with something else. Even then, it’s still a little weird.

Reblogged from beatonna
beatonna:

I’m sorry about your gigantic hips, love, the 90s
also rompers 

This was my today. I wore my new romper, which Marc sized up and assessed as “a dress…but with a crotch”. I still wore it, with leggings and tall boots because I felt like a fencing instructor.

beatonna:

I’m sorry about your gigantic hips, love, the 90s

also rompers 

This was my today. I wore my new romper, which Marc sized up and assessed as “a dress…but with a crotch”. I still wore it, with leggings and tall boots because I felt like a fencing instructor.

I was trying to take a good photo of my new glasses. There is a function on my phone that takes these kind of periphery photos around the actual shot. I didn’t delete them, so Picasa put them together in a little video, I assume as a passive-aggressive way to tell me that I take too many photos of myself. “You’d get other types of videos,” Picasa says, “if you gave me something else to work with”.

I was trying to take a good photo of my new glasses. There is a function on my phone that takes these kind of periphery photos around the actual shot. I didn’t delete them, so Picasa put them together in a little video, I assume as a passive-aggressive way to tell me that I take too many photos of myself. “You’d get other types of videos,” Picasa says, “if you gave me something else to work with”.

Reblogged from wrongywrongerson

wrongywrongerson:

Happy Valentine’s Day!

Happy President’s Day, everyone!

This season is actually just a casting call for different biopics. Like David Foster Wallace here.

This season is actually just a casting call for different biopics. Like David Foster Wallace here.

Don’t let the name fool you. Justin Vernon is totally competing in this season of Face Off.

Don’t let the name fool you. Justin Vernon is totally competing in this season of Face Off.

outpost31 said: This is probably too little too late, but use one half of the egg shell to fish out the piece. It’s the easiest way to do it. They’re kind of drawn to each other. It’s weird, but it works.

It’s too late for this instance, but boy is it handy for the next inevitable time I do that. Thanks!

Is there any finer form of madness than trying to fish a piece of shell out of the bowl into which you’ve cracked an egg?

If ever you mock your parents or grandparents for making silly mistakes on Facebook, think of the time when I almost made a status update out of wishing a friend happy birthday because I don’t know how to write on someone’s wall from my phone.

I chose a color almost identical to my skin tone and painted a matte top coat over it. Now I have mannequin hands.

I chose a color almost identical to my skin tone and painted a matte top coat over it. Now I have mannequin hands.

I found a box of mixtapes in the basement and have been listening to them all night. The iffy sound quality and rattle of the unspooling reel in our stereo only add to their charm. Compiling these used to be a kind of science for me, guys. I timed them perfectly for maximum use of space, tried to transition beginnings from soundalike endings and treated side breaks like intermissions. In short, I was pretentious. Hello.

I found a box of mixtapes in the basement and have been listening to them all night. The iffy sound quality and rattle of the unspooling reel in our stereo only add to their charm. Compiling these used to be a kind of science for me, guys. I timed them perfectly for maximum use of space, tried to transition beginnings from soundalike endings and treated side breaks like intermissions. In short, I was pretentious. Hello.

And then he blew his fingers off with mystery bottle rockets from under the sink.

And then he blew his fingers off with mystery bottle rockets from under the sink.

While I found The Wolf of Wall St. to be a very effective anti-drug PSA, it did give me insights into how I might have been using the wrong approach to drinking.