‘It breaks my heart to see her eating those damned nuggets.
Pat Kiernan is the best. I think the best part of this is when his hair is brushed straight down. I love, love, love him.
Pat Kiernan Stars in ‘Sh-t Pat Kiernan Says’ — Daily Intel
I saw the man himself debut this last night at the Bell House Trivia Night. He can do no wrong.
It’s so great that he cried! Maybe he should have put the same effort into rescuing people! Or doing his job! Or really, anything BUT what he actually did!
Costa Concordia captain ‘cried like a baby’ after the crash; rescue operations suspended amid choppy seas
The captain of the wrecked Costa Concordia cruise ship “cried like a baby” as he hugged its chaplain hours after the Costa’s crash, the luxury liner’s priest said in an interview Friday.
Meanwhile, rescue operations were suspended on Friday due to choppy seas. Experts said the side of the ship was slipping off a rocky sea shelf at a rate of some 1.5 centimetres every hour towards the open sea.
Interviewed by French magazine Famille Chrétienne, Father Raffaele Malena said he was among the last to leave the ship at around 1:30 a.m local time on Saturday and then stayed “close to the injured” in the tiny harbour of Giglio.
“I descended on the rope ladder. I was picked up by a little lifeboat,” said Father Malena, who has returned to his village of Ciro Marina in Calabria.
“At around 2:30 a.m. I spoke to the captain (Francesco Schettino). He embraced me for about a quarter of an hour and cried like a baby,” Father Malena said. (Photo: Paul Hanna/Reuters)
Do you even know how many doors I’ve considered dragging in from the street to make a table but then left b/c I don’t have any room for a table? Next door I see is mine, because I do have a corner!
If you are homophobic and you’re out there, you better be positive you’re right. Cause this is gonna blow if all these kids are killing themselves, and later, how convenient in 20 years you get to write a book, and god bless you if you do it, to say how wrong you were. They’re dead. So why don’t you have a soul searching moment now. Go into your house. Shut the door. And be fucking positive you’re making kids feel like crap for no good goddamn reason.
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Todd Glass on Marc Maron’s WTF Podcast. Listen to the whole thing. (Source: lieslieslies) |
So, so sad I didn’t think of this first.
(via Portlandia Cross-Stitch Pattern From Subversive Cross Stitch @Craftzine.com blog)
Please tell me how you do it.
Writing is so masochistic.
After the New York marathon late last year, I really felt confident in my ability to actually show and exercise discipline. I was a very regimented child, teenager and young adult. I loved lists and crossing things off of them. I hardly ever procrastinated. My free time was just that - free. I don’t recall guilty feelings, knowing that leisure time was coming at the expense of not getting something else done. Then, around 26 or 27 I guess, when work got really serious, that slowly started to change, at least when it came to my personal life and things I wanted to accomplish
At work, I’m extremely efficient and unfortunately, think I just give too, too much. Somehow, I slipped into a bad routine of not letting that same passion carry on at home for anything. I convinced myself that I used up all my energy at work and therefore, some personal things and to-do’s became less important. I knew it was unhealthy and a bad mindset, and I largely ignored it. Then, around two years ago I started my craft blog which really let me channel my creativity into something and see it pay dividends. And then I really got a healthy dose of reality when the marathon came along.
The marathon was a true lesson in putting in the right input to get the right output. If I didn’t run my miles during the week, I couldn’t do the long runs on the weekends. If I couldn’t do the long runs on the weekends, I wouldn’t be able to do the marathon. Simple as that. So despite the pain, the annoyance, the perceived lack of time, whatever my excuse was that day- I charged ahead and slowly but surely chipped away at the ultimate goal. It was a fantastic lesson in pushing beyond your self-imposed limits, not to mention being bad at something at first, and practicing until you were good.
All that is to say, I’m trying so very hard to apply that same thinking to actually writing the book I moved to New York to try and write. But somehow, it feels so much harder. Tumblr doesn’t help. I follow so many great writers, beautiful writers, funny writers, and it’s hard not to feel like this is an effort in futility.
First and foremost, it’s a club. I was intimidated by that for a long time, especially with the brief peek into the world I had when I worked at Radar. It’s taken quite a bit of time to realize any profession is a club, it just so happens this one runs two thirds of Manhattan media so it’s hard to ignore. But I’ve moved past it.
The challenge I’m stuck with now is more like - who am I kidding? I know they say your first drafts are supposed to be crap, but this just looks like crap deluxe to me. I can’t even see the eventual shape of a story in these first sentences and lines. Maybe that’s the way it is? I don’t know. It just looks awful and I feel like that Dan Brown character that whips his back raw and then wears a hairy shirt just to feel closer to God. Except not that dramatic. Or anything to do with God. But hopefully you see where I’m going there.
Like the marathon, when I huffed and puffed my way through the first two miles on Day One of training, I never, ever thought I could finish an entire race. But then I did and I actually did better than I ever thought I could do. I know I have to approach this in the same way, but somehow, it’s so much more mentally horrible.
Lana Del Rey’s SNL Performance Is So, So Goofy
I feel less crazy now! I hadn’t heard of her and was excited to see the fuss on SNL. As I was watching I kept asking GC, is this how she always sings? Is this like, a Shakira-type girl, where maybe you love how she throws her voice but a lot of people hate it? I loved the words of her songs, just hated, hated, hated the way she was singing them.
1) My friend who had never heard her described her performance as “spoken word.” He wasn’t joking. Also? He wasn’t joking.
3) Has Lana talked publicly about which Ricky’s Halloween aftersale was the source of that wig?
