There’s a scene in Ghostbusters that honestly scares me, and that’s when Gozer tells them to choose the form of the Destructor and Ray can’t clear his mind, because I know I wouldn’t be able to clear my mind either, only I’d think of the most terrible form ever, like Spiders That Come Out Your Butt.
I know it’s time for me to turn off the TV when I start thinking how much it would’ve bothered Dave Thomas that the new Wendy’s girl is such an unlikable bitch and not even a real redhead.
“Master glassblower and stained glass artist Loren Stump in California has wowed the internet with an extraordinary display of virtuosity. He created a “loaf” of glass, called murrine, out of carefully layered glass rods that, when sliced, reveal a painstakingly detailed work of art in cross-section.
"The most impressive thing about his work is that the resulting image can only be seen in its entirety after the murrini is cut…"
My résumé reads like I am on the run from the law. In the past 12 months, I’ve left two perfectly great full-time jobs. (I also left a PhD program, which wasn’t the first time I’d quit college—but that’s another…
“I didn’t have to mirror my life after someone else’s, but it would have helped to have a map sometimes. Mine was more like the Marauder’s Map from Harry Potter—everything was mostly invisible, and tiny clues about where to go next were revealed one by one. “
I love this so much.
Allow Sarah to be a cranky person on the internet and share her personal least favorite words and phrases.
Sorry not sorry that you can’t even but I got your moist panties right here
"We are unwinding from stressful weeks by hooting when someone with a spray tan and a squared-off French manicure says she needs one dress for the ceremony and another for the reception."
I put my hand on my husband’s arm and said, “I just want you to know that nowhere underneath any of this is a princess. If you scratch hard enough, you’ll probably find someone who’d live in a gutter,” to which he smiled and said “Duh.”
My latest guest post is up at Dooce.
Schoolhouse Electric | Endlessly Enraptured
This seems like a really irresponsible way to store lightbulbs.
"There are separate books for tableware, lighting, bath, linens, and small spaces, which are great if you’re decorating your pied-à-terre in Buenos Aires or Antwerp, and who among us isn’t."
I wrote about the Restoration Hardware “annual source books,” AKA 11 pounds of catalog/$240 worth of pudding.
"It’s sad to see a man of generally good character in the dock for such a serious offence.
"I do not regard you as a classic rapist. I do not think you are a general danger to strangers. You are not the type who goes searching for a woman to rape.
"This was a case where you just lost control of normal restraint."
"It was almost out of the blue that two girls turned up late at night, very, very drunk, at your home.
"The victim was the worst for drink out of the two of them. She was completely out of it. I accept that evidence.
"She was a pretty girl who you fancied. You simply could not resist. You had sex with her."
Imagine the same type of apologistic statements being told by a judge to someone convicted of robbing people on the street…
"It was almost out of the blue that a wealthy couple turned up late at night, with expensive phones and full wallets, outside your home."
Rape culture is the fact that no other crime would be treated with such dismissiveness of the seriousness of the act.
Try and spot the album cover I painted in high school that my mom stole for her Jesus Wall #Nirvana #InUtero #Jesus
I love this.