It's after six. What am I, a farmer?

Probably my favorite line in the entire series. (Can we make...

Fri, 24 May 2013 15:04:51 -0500

Probably my favorite line in the entire series.

(Can we make this a thing? Everyone post your absolute favorite AD line in preparation for this weekend. Tag it “arrested development fave” I guess.)

deathstardevelopment: Buster: I never thought I’d miss a hand...

Fri, 24 May 2013 15:02:22 -0500

deathstardevelopment:

Buster: I never thought I’d miss a hand so much.

Out on a Limb - 2x11

Death Star Development

facultyofmental: jonklassen: this will be out in the...

Fri, 24 May 2013 12:25:02 -0500

facultyofmental:

jonklassen:

this will be out in the spring!

oh god, yes.

Eeeeee!

Aaaaaand now I have "Hey Jude" stuck in my head.

Fri, 24 May 2013 11:45:09 -0500

Na na na, na na na na, na na na naaaaaa, hey Jude! (My job here is done.)

My favorite part of last night was when I sang along to...

Fri, 24 May 2013 11:31:22 -0500

My favorite part of last night was when I sang along to “Hey Jude” with 12,000 strangers, Paul McCartney, and one of my best friends. It was epic and life-changing and spiritual and wonderful all at once.

What is the silliest thing that you own?

Fri, 24 May 2013 10:37:09 -0500

Ooh, good question. I may have to give this more thought, but off the top of my head, I’d have to go with my teddy bear that’s dressed like a Canadian Mountie.

Photo

Fri, 24 May 2013 10:12:34 -0500

“Do you…um…do you remember when you said,...

Fri, 24 May 2013 00:27:07 -0500

“Do you…um…do you remember when you said, ‘And in the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make’?”

SIR PAUL FREAKING MCCARTNEY.

Thu, 23 May 2013 21:41:31 -0500

SIR PAUL FREAKING MCCARTNEY.

Waiting for Sir Paul, or as I like to call it, 1/4th of a...

Thu, 23 May 2013 21:11:57 -0500

Waiting for Sir Paul, or as I like to call it, 1/4th of a Beatles concert.

stepchildofthesun: Amazing WWII Wonder Woman cosplay by Jessica...

Thu, 23 May 2013 15:13:17 -0500

stepchildofthesun:

Amazing WWII Wonder Woman cosplay by Jessica LG

Totally gonna do this someday.

quesrah: dynamoe: “I like my password security like I like my men. Weak, easily compromised and...

Thu, 23 May 2013 14:20:11 -0500

quesrah:

dynamoe:

“I like my password security like I like my men. Weak, easily compromised and with fewer than 8 digits.”

—

I can’t stop laughing at this.

Free swag from Staples = best day at work. I lost it when I...

Thu, 23 May 2013 13:26:59 -0500

Free swag from Staples = best day at work. I lost it when I realized that the pink one was a dry erase marker. #officesupplylove

And then my heart exploded.

Thu, 23 May 2013 10:41:50 -0500

And then my heart exploded.

danfaust: Why is this one so gosh-darn adorable? I...

Thu, 23 May 2013 08:58:54 -0500

danfaust:

Why is this one so gosh-darn adorable?

I don’t know, but she really is the cutest.

delilahsdawson: fozmeadows: No cat too big, no box too small:...

Wed, 22 May 2013 22:24:46 -0500

delilahsdawson:

fozmeadows:

No cat too big, no box too small: irrefutable proof that felines of all sizes are bewitched by the cardboard chaircave.

Oh, god. I love how they all look exactly as helpless, dumb, and clumsy as my housecat. BEHOLD THE MAJESTIC FELIS.

"Don’t worry, Gene, there are plenty of manatees in the sea. Well…not..."

Wed, 22 May 2013 20:13:36 -0500

“Don’t worry, Gene, there are plenty of manatees in the sea. Well…not really…because they’re endangered.”

- Tina Belcher

wiblog: Photographs by Mikki the chimpanzee that show blurry...

Wed, 22 May 2013 16:03:55 -0500

wiblog:

Photographs by Mikki the chimpanzee that show blurry views of Moscow are estimated to fetch between $75,000–100,000 at Sotheby’s.

GPOYAAMW

Guy, Donut

Wed, 22 May 2013 13:06:29 -0500

iworkatapubliclibrary:

This is a bit longer and more heart-warmy than I normally post on this blog, but a friend thought I was crazy for not posting it here. So here goes!

You know those shows where someone throws a dart at a map and goes to the town they hit and randomly chooses someone from the phone book and finds something remarkable about that person and does a story about them? Well I had an experience like that, but the remarkable person just wandered into my library looking for donuts.

Let me back up.

An older man walked up to me at the reference desk and this was our exchange:

“I’m looking for the nearest place to get Krispy Kreme donuts. See, I’m 83 years old and I thought it was time for a Krispy Kreme donut.”
“Good idea!” I said, and typed my query into the vast Interwebs. “Ohhhhh…looks like the closest store is 134 miles away.”
“Is that right! I was willing to drive a little ways, but….” he said, dejected.
“Sometimes they sell them at grocery stores and gas stations. Let’s check!”
I did another search to no avail, asked some coworkers, called the corporate number and found that stores that carried them were even further away.
“Well, thanks for trying,” he said, looking miserable.

I hate not giving people the answers they want. So I said,

“Lucky for you, I’m going to Los Angeles this weekend and they’re bound to have some there. Tell you what, call me on Monday morning at 9 and ask me if I have some donuts for you.”
“I couldn’t ask you to do that!” he said excitedly.
“But you didn’t ask. Plus, you’re 83!” I said, writing down my name and the library’s number for him.

After a marvelous trip (a picnic in a sculpture park, a night at the symphony, brunch with friends, shopping, a Sarah Silverman sighting, ooh), I stopped at the Krispy Kreme in Burbank and ordered Bob a dozen glazed (and some chocolately ones for me).

Sure enough, on Monday morning, Bob called. “I have a dozen little sumthins for ya!” I said happily. He came straight over.

When he arrived, he was very grateful and thankful and pulled out a neat stack of money (not a wad, a stack) and offered to pay. But I’d already thought up a great idea to avoid an awkward money exchange.

“I won’t accept money, but if you would tell me one interesting story about your life, over a donut,” I said, licking my lips, “you’ll be off the hook.” So we broke all the rules and started eating donuts in the library as he told his story.

Bob was the editor for his steel company’s magazine in the 1950s when the Cold War was brewing. The United States government decided to send 11 people to Russia as a sort of cultural exchange (read: to spy on them). They sent an athlete, a businessman, and some others, and decided to ask one magazine editor—Bob was nominated. Not only was he an award-winning editor, but also a freelance photographer who’d won all sorts of awards. He went to Russia for six months and took 3000 color shots of everything he could get his sights on, including the Kremlin, sometimes hiding his camera in his jacket and coughing to cover the sound of the shutter. When he got back to the U.S., the government took possession of 250 of the pics, he made a documentary film about his experience, won several civilian awards, and was asked to speak and show his film all over the country.

“You’re a SPY!” I said.
“Oh, I’m just a dying man who wanted a donut.”
“Well, now you’ve got eleven. Now get out of here and save the world.”
“Call me if there’s anything I can ever do for you, you hear?”
And turning to my coworker, he said, “Isn’t she remarkable?”

colchrishadfield: Hot smokestack exhaust streams in the harsh...

Wed, 22 May 2013 12:49:56 -0500

colchrishadfield:

Hot smokestack exhaust streams in the harsh wind across a central Asian winter landscape.

I’m so thrilled that Chris Hadfield is still posting photos even though he’s back on earth.