Hey, want to go to a pheromone party? Yeah, me neither.
Take the “no cry” challenge. (videos) I didn’t even try when I saw there was one of a dog.
Check out these “beautiful” masks.
Obama ‘slow jamming’ on Jimmy Fallon,”The Barack-ness monster ain’t buyin’ it.”
I want this toaster.
Picmonkey – like picnik only…you know…it still exists.
Susannah Conway has a huge list of links to people writing about creative joy here.
The adventures of mister fly. LOL/Gross.
My blog hero Gala Darling did a TED talk recently on Radical Self Love, check it out!
This is so true! I totally agree, they all look like the same person.
I completely support the idea of positive reinforcement in the workplace. It’s impossible to be inspired to work hard in a negative environment.
I love Fiona Apple and am so so happy she’s back from wherever she had gone. Here’s one article on her comeback that sounds rather familiar to me. (Thanks FMFY)
Cash Cab is being cancelled. NO I LOVE THAT SHOW. It’s like surprise Jeopardy.
5 steps to up your personal dignity quotient. I need to work on number five.
And last but not least, this :
She scratched the wet tittle with her lunule, absentmindedly watching the crepuscular rays creep out of the morning rain clouds through the muntin, mouthing mondegreen with some radio tune stuck in her head. The sweet petrichor wafted to her desk from the asphalt. Musing what to write in her improving life skeuomorph next she played with the ferrule on her purlicue. She reminisced about this morning — seeing that jiggling gynecomatia shirtless made her wamble and crinkle her philtrum. Yech, she thought as she brushed the feat out of face, and the rectal tenesmus out of her mind. Perhaps he is depressed and his dysania prevents him even touching his aglets. Maybe he was held down by the armscyes and his knees knocked out with a peen. No that can’t be right, she shook her head and closed her eyes until the phosphenes appeared and the paresthesia in her right leg disappated. Holding her arms akimbo, she decides that journal time is over and it’s time to go get her special shoes. Her Morton’s toe makes it impossible to get an accurate reading on a brannock device. Now she’s late, and she must cut a desire path before her apologies for being late become semantic satiation.