Happy Fourth of July, suckas!
Will Smith and Jeff Goldblum in Bric-a-Brac Independence Day (via blamesocietyfilms)
Happy Fourth of July, suckas!
Will Smith and Jeff Goldblum in Bric-a-Brac Independence Day (via blamesocietyfilms)
R.I.P. Michael Jackson
(via Anil Dash)
“Are you tired of having sex only on the phone? With our Viagra Soft Tabs you can try real sex in bed.
[…] now that you mention it, yes: I am tired of having sex only on the phone. I can’t tell you how difficult it’s been going to bars night after night, meeting a girl, buying her a few drinks, giving her a line of talk, and then trying to convince her to go home — yes, to your house honey, alone — so that I can go call her from my house, and we can have sex on the phone.”
aja:
A Post-It stop motion video.
At 0:39, when he moves from in front of his screen, you can this video is playing on his computer. Seriously good stuff.
PLEASE vote for my sister (and if you can, do it again every 24 hours until noon on the 20th). The song is pretty catchy. xrl.us/Vote4Sarah
Eric and I recently discovered a shared fascination with the slew of impossibly named NPR hosts we listen to every day: Renee Montagne, Steve Inskeep, Corey Flintoff, Korva Coleman, Kai Ryssdal, Dina Temple-Raston.
In fact, we’ve often wondered what it would be like to be one of them. A Nina Totenberg or a Renita Jablonski. A David Kestenbaum or a Lakshmi Singh. Even (on our most ambitious days) a Cherry Glaser or a Sylvia Poggioli.
So finally, after years of Fresh Air sign-off ambitions, we came up with a system for creating our own NPR Names. Here’s how it works: You take your middle initial and insert it somewhere into your first name. Then you add on the smallest foreign town you’ve ever visited.
So I’m Liarna Kassel. And Eric is Jeric Bath. I even have a new nickname for my little brother in Dylsan Rosarita.
Jennia Paris.
(Not really a small town, but is the only foreign town I’ve ever visited. I was about 20 months, I think?)