Chaely Sleeps Forever

Cue ovary explosion in 3… 2… 1…

Cue ovary explosion in 3… 2… 1…

6 November 2009


Would any sane person respond to this?

I am Mrs. Claire Page sending you a letter from my sickbed in the
hospital. Please contact my lawyer,
Email:(bar-curtisparkinson@gala.net )

6 November 2009


Your NPR Name

theblackcat:

saraliz:

liana:

Eric and I recently discovered a shared fascination with the slew of impossibly named NPR hosts we listen to every day: Renee Montagne, Steve Inskeep, Corey Flintoff, Korva Coleman, Kai Ryssdal, Dina Temple-Raston.

In fact, we’ve often wondered what it would be like to be one of them. A Nina Totenberg or a Renita Jablonski. A David Kestenbaum or a Lakshmi Singh. Even (on our most ambitious days) a Cherry Glaser or a Sylvia Poggioli.

So finally, after years of Fresh Air sign-off ambitions, we came up with a system for creating our own NPR Names. Here’s how it works: You take your middle initial and insert it somewhere into your first name. Then you add on the smallest foreign town you’ve ever visited.

So I’m Liarna Kassel. And Eric is Jeric Bath. I even have a new nickname for my little brother in Dylsan Rosarita.

SAREA SEVILLA

ALAURA TORSLANDA

CEHAELY FRIEDRICHSHAIN

4 November 2009 reblog: liana


Reggie takes a sick-day.

Reggie takes a sick-day.

4 November 2009


evangotlib:

fuckyeahalwayssunny:

labeledbones:

Some awesome parent dressed their daughter up like Sweet Dee from “The Nightman Cometh” for Halloween. Complete with Chucks! Adorable.

my future daughter beeteedubs.


My boyfriend went as Nightman!!!!

evangotlib:

fuckyeahalwayssunny:

labeledbones:

Some awesome parent dressed their daughter up like Sweet Dee from “The Nightman Cometh” for Halloween. Complete with Chucks! Adorable.

my future daughter beeteedubs.

My boyfriend went as Nightman!!!!

3 November 2009 reblog: labeledbones


its too dark to see what we’re eating here..hang on, let me load the flashlight app

-nick (via theblackcat)

I also have a flashlight app, but instead of thinking to open it up I just loaded up a cracker and started tasting things blindly. Apparently smart phones don’t actually make you any smarter.

31 October 2009 reblog: theblackcat


pasalubong:

How i spent my saturday afternoon… Carrot cake for all!

It was so good I would marry it.

pasalubong:

How i spent my saturday afternoon… Carrot cake for all!

It was so good I would marry it.

31 October 2009 reblog: pasalubong


hardgraft:

NOTCOT have just posted a great feature on our new 3FOLD Leather Laptop Bag.

Hard Graft, you always know how to make my heart flutter.

Inspiration to work harder and make mo’ money.

hardgraft:

NOTCOT have just posted a great feature on our new 3FOLD Leather Laptop Bag.

Hard Graft, you always know how to make my heart flutter.

Inspiration to work harder and make mo’ money.

29 October 2009 reblog: hardgraft


suprachiasmatic:

Eight rules for writing fiction:

1. Use the time of a total stranger in such a way that he or she will not feel the time was wasted.

2. Give the reader at least one character he or she can root for.

3. Every character should want something, even if it is only a glass of water.

4. Every sentence must do one of two things — reveal character or advance the action.

5. Start as close to the end as possible.

6. Be a sadist. Now matter how sweet and innocent your leading characters, make awful things happen to them — in order that the reader may see what they are made of.

7. Write to please just one person. If you open a window and make love to the world, so to speak, your story will get pneumonia.

8. Give your readers as much information as possible as soon as possible. To heck with suspense. Readers should have such complete understanding of what is going on, where and why, that they could finish the story themselves, should cockroaches eat the last few pages.

— Vonnegut, Kurt Vonnegut, Bagombo Snuff Box: Uncollected Short Fiction (New York: G.P. Putnam’s Sons 1999), 9-10.

I just started reading this book. It’s so good. This is why.

29 October 2009 reblog: suprachiasmatic


This is what passes for a “dog exercise area” at rest stops on the turnpike in Ohio. It’s a maybe 15’x20’ cage full of rocks. In the back there’s a pipe sticking out of the ground that I suppose you could get water from judging by the rust ring on the rocks below it. Every time I’ve noticed one of these there have been people walking their dogs around it on the grass.

25 October 2009