We all know that that’s really what the iPad was made for, right? To bring our Tumblr habits into our living rooms and onto our couches and comfy chairs.
March 2010
46 posts
vermiciousknid answered: I’m taking my Praxis exam tomorrow! I needs me a good fight song/one to feel awesome and powerful.
“Deceptacon” - Le Tigre
I do enjoy a good bit of rage in my rally songs — and every time I hear this I am surprised that it never became an ironic favorite of cheerleading squads the way Nirvana became a favorite of meathead jocks. Good luck tomorrow!
I think it really adds to the awesome that I, upon first glance, read that title as “Decapitation.” Thanks, EssDogg!
Cake - I Will Survive
Reblogged because this is one of my favorite covers of all time. Gloria Gaynor’s song is, of course, the Gay National Anthem, not just because her last name starts with “Gay”, but because what other song out there has this fierce a sense of a sassy snap of the finger and pursed lips?
What makes this cover so genius is that Cake managed to both keep the spirit and tune of the song intact and make it sound undeniably like their own music. It’s catchy to the point of being infectious, and yet you never seem to mind because it’s just so damn good.
-via jaydensmommie
This level of culinary innovation leads me to believe that, you guessed it, I am amazing.
I mean, really, is there *anything* scarier than watching Emo Mysogeny brought to life on the big screen?
I rest my case.
“OMG it’s so much better than TwiDroid. I mean worse. Oops, I mean better! Follow me! @xoxostud27”
Hey look! I put up a new avatar. You know, just changing things up and keeping it real. In case you’re wondering this is all about, hit the link to embiggen.
But what today really lacked was some good old fashioned inflatable beavers and Canadian Mounties.
February 2010
55 posts
I would be shaking my head and muttering under my breath about kids these days all waiting for a haircut and instead of chatting with the strangers sitting next to us, we’re all playing on our respective phones.
And then Young Me would retort that casting sideways glances and silently judging them is ten million times more fun than talking to them.
Fun fact: starting an internship that meets three days a week and forces you to get up at 5:45 on those days sucks a lot of energy out of you. It doesn’t help that the rest of the time is spent either working or studying for comps. I’m about three weeks away from vindication and, sweet as that thought is, I’m pretty terrified.
Not to mention brain fried. and probably zombifried.
It’s not every day that a geriatric sneaks up behind you and slaps your ass. What a way to end my first week at my new internship.
A 93-year-old woman I’m working with at my internship.
Obviously, she’s hella awesome.
Trying my best to ignore my thought processes. And the rest of me, for that matter.
My phone can’t post images in landscape. Duly noted.
- Dude One: We're talking about you being a douchebag.
- Dude Two: Dude! I'm not a douchebag anymore.