“I mean, maybe the polar bears shouldn’t be living in a giant cage in fucking California in the first place. Sigh.” - Submitted by kindred spirit Katie O’Connor

Asparagus=love

Submitted by my e-pal bodymassage:

A lady in front of me at the store bought one bunch of asparagus. The cashier said, “Some people buy flowers on Valentine’s Day, other people buy asparagus.”

If all four Peas somehow died last night one hour before their performance (lightsuit short, or something), and the Super Bowl randomly grabbed four volunteers off the street, put them in Mission Impossible rubber masks so they look just like the band members, then threw them onstage at halftime with no preparation or rehearsal but with the lyrics on a teleprompter, would the performance have been literally any different? I would argue “no, and it might have even been better,” then I would think maybe I was making a joke, and then I’d realize I wasn’t. — Dan Hopper at Best Week Ever frames the terribleness of last night’s Super Bowl Halftime Show perfectly; prewrites the screenplay of a movie I would definitely watch.
I know older men in comedy who can barely feed and clean themselves, and they still work. The women, though, they’re all ‘crazy.’ I have a suspicion — and hear me out, because this is a rough one — that the definition of “crazy” in show business is a woman who keeps talking even after no one wants to fuck her anymore. — Tina Fey in her essay “Confessions of a Juggler” in this week’s New Yorker.
You know that scene in movies where someone is granted the power to bring a loved one back from the dead? And they think it’s a great idea, that they’ll be able to cheat death, so they go ahead and do it, because they don’t realize that their loved one won’t be the “same” anymore? That he/she will just be a demented reanimated zombie-monster? And you know how the lesson the character eventually learns is that some things are more beautiful and precious because they don’t last forever? And that having the ugly undead shadow of something you loved around is actually worse and more painful than having nothing at all, because it’s a physical reminder of what you’re missing and will never, ever be able get back (and how that’s okay, because that’s life)?

I guess the writers at SNL don’t watch a lot of movies.

You know that scene in movies where someone is granted the power to bring a loved one back from the dead? And they think it’s a great idea, that they’ll be able to cheat death, so they go ahead and do it, because they don’t realize that their loved one won’t be the “same” anymore? That he/she will just be a demented reanimated zombie-monster? And you know how the lesson the character eventually learns is that some things are more beautiful and precious because they don’t last forever? And that having the ugly undead shadow of something you loved around is actually worse and more painful than having nothing at all, because it’s a physical reminder of what you’re missing and will never, ever be able get back (and how that’s okay, because that’s life)?

I guess the writers at SNL don’t watch a lot of movies.

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bodymassage asked: I couldn't find the Plays count on my boss's iTunes because it was on a shared server, but it was just sad that his library seemed halfway decent up until Nickelback.
Are you in Seattle, by the way? I saw a #Seattle tweet, and I've always wanted to go there.

Yes, I am in Seattle! You should come here. It only rains about 80% as often as people say.

bodymassage:

When you browse your boss’ iTunes library and this is what you find.


Please to go back and check the “Plays” count?

bodymassage:

When you browse your boss’ iTunes library and this is what you find.

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Please to go back and check the “Plays” count?

My married friend and her single friend (me) talk sleep strategies.

My married friend and her single friend (me) talk sleep strategies.

You know what I like about the UK? They’re not afraid to let their celebrities be ugly. … It’s like it’s based on talent. — My cousin
average-grief:

dead people

Dead people.

average-grief:

dead people

Dead people.