Once, I thought it would hilarious to write a screenplay that was the Social Network but about Blingee. I only got as far as the tagline
‘What’s cooler than a million dollars? A Million Dollars wearing sunglasses’
liz, steph and i decided that a good use of our time was to make a ‘Hottest Game Of Thrones Bro’ spreadsheet.
it went about as well as expected.
so i was taking this german class, and someone mentioned Duo Lingo which is kind of like Rosetta Stone (but free and on the internet) as a supplemental tool. So I decided to take up Portugese for whatever reason (I only listen to brazillian music recently; I’m going to the Azores). It’s pretty great, even if this particular language is in beta— it’s easy and logical…I really like it.
Except when it gets weird.
oh! Bowie + Tilda
Best moment in Archer and it probably what converted me to become an all-out fan.
When we were younger, my cousin (we are all half Greek, we know nothing beyond the Greek Church) attended a Catholic mass with his mother and was prompted to recite __ number of Hail Marys (Hails Mary?). He began “Hail Mary Hail Mary Hail Mary…” and on until he said the correct number. Until very recently, I didn’t understand why that was a funny story.
I’m really glad someone took the time to explain Hail Mary to me, because this perfect Archer scene would’ve gone over my head otherwise.
Four years ago today, I was too drunk to make it to the Mall for the Inauguration of our First Black President (the DAY AFTER MLK DAY).
I spent the day before (MLK Day) with the lady above and my dear friend Monica having brunch (read: drinking screwdrivers) with a waiter who looked like Neil Patrick Harris (‘this guy is looking less and less like NPH and more and more like the bitch who brings me my alcohol’), dipping out to shop for a bit, before returning to the bar for happy hour.
We left the bar at around 11.30 because we knew we had to be awake by 4.30 to hop on the bus down to the Mall to partake in this momentous occasion.
We made it onto the bus but, as mentioned, we were still drunk and Monica couldn’t do it. I turned around with her. Katie (above) made it, along with Fran (who took this photo, I believe) as well as Alyssa, Liz and Mer.
Four years later, I will partake in the Second Inauguration of our First Black President on a television. Again. I wish I believed in Change.