January 2012
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Today is the second day in a row that I have watched an entire movie during nap time. It is like winning the lottery. The mom lottery.
Actually it wasn’t totally terrible. I’ve seen worse.
Ah, on the other hand, one enjoyable thing about No Strings Attached: it’s rare for a movie to give sitcoms any respect. Shades of Sullivans Travels. Very nice.
For those who would judge today's film choice...
I watched Winter’s Bone on Wednesday and Half Nelson on Thursday and needed a little balance.
Anyway, the Burning Man bit was funny. And it’s neat to see the fancy fake apartments young adults have in rom coms. So purdy. So clean.
Further thoughts: Dating is terrible. It’s a wonder anyone does it ever.
Today’s naptime movie: No Strings Attached.
Wow is it terrible. Surprise.
Somehow “I am ABSOLUTELY going upstairs to have a bath at 9pm” became “I am going to go upstairs to have a bath at 10:30 pm probably, I guess.”
This is why we can’t have nice things.
Captain America. It could have been worse. It made me miss Ciji though.
While I One Hundred Percent agree that the Hunger Games casting call was the product of a racist society and was bullshit of the first order, I’m forty nine minutes into Winters Bone and have to admit that I totally understand why they would have cast Jennifer Lawrence. It’s the same role, just in a different universe.
ETA: Jesus.
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Yesssssssssss
Sometimes “queer” is the only word that fits. When that’s the case, you know you’re using it right.
The Beans are playing in the kitchen with Daddy, Nanna and PopPop and the only thing that’s keeping me in the office doing “work” is that one more person won’t really fit in the kitchen.
re:Mark's post on the "queer" label and passing
It looks like your post has disappeared, so I’m going to write this without referring to you, but I trust you’ll see it. (I love you, by the way.)
I TOtally see your point. And with regard to the loneliness and lack of support in being bi, hell-to-the-yes it is unfair as fuck. I hope you know that your situation is not at all what I think Mark is talking about here and I certainly...
This is a link to that personality test thing that... →
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Holy hell I want to go back to bed so bad.
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Mark's rant on the word "queer" is great →
(Loyal readers, this link really does take you to Mark’s post and not that adorable video of the Beans, I promise! But if you want to see it again, I highly recommend it and you can find it here. So cute!)
I mean, but for real, it makes me laugh every time... →
My new favorite video →
Well that was really terrible.
warrennotg:
Coolio feat. LV - “Gangsta’s...
Mark watches Innocence and suddenly I want so much... →
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Today’s gold medal goes out to Ondiru for not only putting up with all my headphone head bopping across from him at our shared desk, but not even laughing at me as I rock out. I don’t know how he does it. It would drive me crazy. He’s a peach!
librariesandlemonade:
I Like Giants / Kimya...
I AM GOING TO GET SOOOOOO MUCH DONE DURING THE...
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Constant threats of the next Four Little Girls
readnfight:
Yesterday, as part of MLK Day events at Yale, there was a free Sweet Honey in the Rock concert. It was amazing. Everything about it was fantastic. I just finished reading a biography of Afeni Shakur (a really rad Black Panther, b/k/a Tupac’s mom) by Jasmine Guy, and the end of the book is the two of them at a Sweet Honey concert together and how magical it was.
One thing that was...
Liking Grimm so far
Doctor: Did you know about the scars?
Main Character Guy: What scars?
Doctor: They're all over her body. They look like knife wounds. Do you know what line of work she was in?
Main Character Guy: She was a librarian.
Newsweek: How Obama's Long Game Will Outsmart His... →
via newsweek (Andrew Sullivan’s epic takedown of President Barack Obama’s critics, on newsstands & online today.)
I continue to be an unapologetic Obama fangirl.
The Problem
with eating dinner at 5:00 is that when 8:17 rolls around (hypothetically), you’re kind of in the mood for dinner, you know?
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On workdays around mid-afternoon when I get sleepy/frustrated/hopeless I always think to myself: I’m missing my kids for this shit?
On babydays around mid-afternoon when I get sleepy/frustrated/hopeless I always think to myself: I’m a horrible, terrible person and I do everything wrong.
The consistency is disturbing.
Recipe thanks!
Thank you so much to nibblesandbits, SMM, sylviac, untidyfurrows, sparklingpants, scitchet, isopod, attemptingtemperance, and biblioisaurus for your awesome suggestions and recipes.
Y’all have inspired me to get my shit together and actually make a recipe index so I can have all your suggestions and our old standbys at our fingertips for better menu planning.
Also? Damn, pasta is...
(j/k there’s no way in hell I can learn how to make edible tamales.)
Y’all do like your pasta dishes. (me too)
I am keeping every one of your suggestions! Thank you!
But since the tumblrperson who lives in my house requested tamales, I guess I better go find out how to make tamales! ;)
BUT FOR REALS.
HEY TUMBLR,
WHAT THE FUCK SHOULD I MAKE FOR DINNER?
Constraints:
• I’m not a very good cook.
• I don’t have more than maybe an hour at the most.
• I don’t follow directions very well
• I’m a pretty bad cook
• I’m slightly depressed
HALP.
Cooking for five people, two of whom are toddlers,...
Thankfully I only have to do it once or twice a week, but still.
So I thought I’d make something new tomorrow, but I can’t think of anything, so I typed “What the fuck should I make for dinner” into teh googles and it was a thing! And it said I should make choucroute! And I don’t even know what language that is! But it looks easy ‘cause these are just two empty...
I started using goodreads again. (Yo!) All my embarrassing literary preferences are right there on display. Have fun.
I heard I was supposed to like Y:The Last Man but it seems awfully…male to me. Am I missing something? I don’t really get the love.
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As I stood there contemplating throwing away the entire bowl of crackers so that I could avoid going all the way into the kitchen, finding a container for them, and adding that container to the already enormous pile of crap on the countertops, it occurred to me that I’m never going to catch up. I’m never going to send out the holiday cards. I’m never going to catch up with work....
