please come home.
someone played an lcd soundsystem song over a miles davis trumpet solo and i think i feel alive for the first time in my life
Thanksgiving Takenoko. In the tie-breaker (decided by who has the most Panda points), I lost by two. But other illustrious games were soon to follow:
Pandemic, the Catastrophic.
We Didn’t Playtest this at all, The Chaotic
Zombie Dice, The Hungry
and the aptly-named:
Game I didn’t bring to Thanksgiving.
Together they formed a holiday, whose names and deeds were to be retold throughout the centuries…
"Holy Crap, Stu brought a lot of games this year."
the number of times i think “i don’t care” while people are talking to me is really getting out of hand
I love that my mom just called me to ask how to do her makeup
One of the best mouth and jaw exercises is doing my Spanish lessons with my retainer in.
YOU GUYS IT’S DECEMBER 10TH YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND THIS HAS BEEN IN MY QUEUE SINCE FEBRUARY
Here’s a table you will never accidentally tip over: The Poised table by British designer Paul Cocksedge might look dangerously off-kilter, but it’s so perfectly and mathematically balanced that it would take a Tyrannosaurus to knock it over.
This Impossible Table Is A Half-Ton Of Perfectly Balanced Steel http://f-st.co/ebXwJHv
And who moves your 1000 lb table to your hipster efficiency condo?
Who tips over tables? I’ve banged my shins a thousand times, but never tipped one over. This seems more like a solution looking for a problem and an overreaction more than anything.
Though on second though, if placed tactically, it would make excellent cover in case you get into a shootout in your house. lol
lol hipster efficiency condo
All I can think of is “Damn this would be cool to film someone fucking over”
EVERYONE WATCHING WOULD BE LIKE “WAIT WHAT??”
the third comment, yes I’ve never tipped a table, but banging my knee on this one would like sever my leg
Forget faux fur rugs— bring a pop of color to your floor space with your very own blood.
jeez i would love to order that thing online, but i don’t know what size to order it in because women’s clothing sizes are determined by the alignments of the planets in relation to the fuck you galaxy
Are you serious right now? I’m a fully certified neurosurgeon. I can break into people’s heads and rewire their brains and tamper with their memory, no problem. But this? This juice box? This sugary drink marketed for eight year olds? No. Sticking a straw into this juice container is apparently just too much for me to handle without fucking it up. I’m done. I quit. Goodbye.
Stephen Kenn // Process Creative // The Encounter Collection
Now listen to me. This life, know that it is precious. You’ve gotta grasp at every little whiff of it that passes by you. It won’t be easy, and it won’t be certain. Not now, and not in your unimaginable future. Don’t be surprised, no. Embrace the stiff winds, and the lonely heights.
Remember your name. Never turn away from the bright course because it is hard. But above all, love. Scrape out the bottom of your soul and love for all your worth.
And when you find her, risk everything. Die a thousand deaths to get her. Don’t look back. When you grow older, older than I’ll ever be, blow on the embers of that first heroic choice. And you’ll be warmed, sustained.
Someday you’ll have a son. Remember he is your greatest gift. Tell him these things. Make a man of him. Love him.
Don’t live to get money. Have a few things, but make them good things. Take care of them, learn how they work. There is beauty in the smell of good machines and old leather.
When you walk, alone, in the autumn. Down roads at night, with the trees tossing in the sunset, know that I would give everything to walk with you, and tell you their names. But I am there, in the light through the branches. And I am loving you where I see you.
I must go now.
All my love, forever and ever,
i’m crying i’m crying this hurts