Google was broken this morning, which I’ve never seen before, so I had to use Bing, which I had also never seen before.
I’m grateful to Lucas for showing me this because now I can stop listening to Beyonce AND I have a summer jam. Bless!
P.S. Megsy, I think you’re going to appreciate this, I’m just sorry we can’t dance party together.
If you’ve never listened to the isolated vocal track on Gimme Shelter.
Especially for Lucas and Dad, but really for anyone who’s never been able to hear the amazing Merry Clayton really belt it—wait until around 2:40 to get the full wonky bonkers effect.
Bomboclat!!!! (you’re drunk)
Rediscovered Girl Talk (spring)
Face/Off was bizarre (last night)
Phew, job where I transcribe other people’s work is done for now. Job where I get to do cool research on addiction and smoking starts in May.
Thank You, Pittsburgh, for the Greatest Cake America Has Ever Made <— HuffPost’s headline, not mine, although I do endorse. Dad, does that make you excited for your visit IN LESS THAN TWO WEEKS?!!!
If not, does this video where Bon Appetit calls Pittsburgh the Best New Food City of 2014?
And if I’m being totally honest, what I’m most looking forward to when my dad comes to visit (IN LESS THAN TWO WEEKS!) is whatever it is he’s going to be cooking. Bless.
This is the roughest cut possible of the Starfy animation I started… Do you love it?
It’s so cute! I want you to change careers and make animated e-cards from now on that don’t give people viruses. <3
I’m posting this late because it just happened and it felt sort of magic, so here you go: I volunteer on a rape crisis line (that’s not the magic part, obvs). I had a call (details are unimportant) where the person was looking for a distraction during an acute episode of wanting to cut. They had exhausted their coping mechanisms, and listed everything I normally suggest for short-term solutions.
And I kind of panicked and was like, “Oh shit, I am not going to be able to help this person at all because I am out of ideas and now they’re going to hang up worse off than before.” What a horrible feeling? Can you imagine? Someone reaches out to you as a resource in their time of need (serious need, not like the espresso machine is down at the coffee shop kind of need) and you have to tell them, “I’m sorry, I know I’ve been designated as someone that can help you, but you’re on your own for this one, sport.”
Worst. Worst feeling. But then (this is the magic part) I was like, “Have you ever seen RuPaul’s Drag Race?” I want to say it came to me out of nowhere, but I have hunch it’s my default answer whenever someone is in need and out of options. And the caller had never seen it! They weren’t opposed to drag queens (this was a sufficient opening by my standards), and they were interested in elaborate makeup! Ka-ching! Boom! Party! Put her to bed, I ran with it.
After an enthusiastic and elaborate five minute explanation about why RuPaul was going to remove all traces of nagging sadness for the night (tomorrow is for finding longitudinal answers) they agreed to give it a try! It was for reals beautiful. It was Drag Race healing! It was the caller saying, “You could light up the world with how you talk about RuPaul; there would be no sadness left.”
Which is all to say, if you’ve never volunteered on a rape crisis line, give it a try because you sort of never know which weird part of yourself is going to make someone else’s night bearable. And also watch Drag Race.
Does it make sense to put a middle initial between a two part nickname? Lil F. Wayne? Riff D. Raff? Old Blue W. Eyes? (Is the last one too much?)
michael and i trying to take a selfie that captured how very east coast / west coast our romance is.
out of the picture: his pea coat, saddle shoes, handsome scruff, dark wash jeans, and my bright red chucks.