20th March 2010

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Let’s have a party in my pants… We can have a party and then you can invite people into your pants.

24th February 2010

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One less asshole c/o Mossad →

Thanks, Israel!

19th February 2010

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This Place is Not a Place of Honor →

WIPP is located in the desert outside Carlsbad, New Mexico, and its storage areas are located 2,150 feet underground. Yucca Mountain’s facilities in the Nevada desert are intended to house waste at 1,000 feet deep. Between the two, they are meant to entomb tens of thousands of metric tons of nuclear waste, most of which will remain dangerous for centuries. Each of these locations was selected due to its relative geologic stability, theoretically allowing facilities there to contain the waste for the required 10,000 years. (Thanks, Tristan)

(via Instapaper)

10th January 2010

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When I finish this [bagel w/ lox] we can have a real budget meeting…with computers
— J. VanTieghem

5th January 2010

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My co-worker ordered a peanut butter and jelly sandwich AND a grilled cheese sandwich.  Someone at the sandwich shop creatively combined the 2 and the result was this gag-reflex inducing malevolent masterwork.  Bon Appetite.

My co-worker ordered a peanut butter and jelly sandwich AND a grilled cheese sandwich. Someone at the sandwich shop creatively combined the 2 and the result was this gag-reflex inducing malevolent masterwork. Bon Appetite.

2nd January 2010

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It’s a fine line…writing about your life in a way that’s interesting to other people.
— J. VanTieghem

2nd January 2010

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I don’t know what’s going on. I’m just going along for the ride.
— R. Kates, M.D.

30th December 2009

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its the little things

This is my first Tumblr post.  I’ve been waiting for something special enough to break the ice on this blog and I found it only hours ago…in a discounted pooper-scooper.

The gem was discounted quite heavily, which really lifts the spirits when you’re faced with the burden of purchasing (or worse - replacing) a device designed exclusively for capturing and transporting dog excrement.

It was marked as a $12 clearance item on the shelf.  After spotting the discount notice, I realized that the dust covered shit shovel and inseparable companion rake were the last of their kind.  Joy.

The additional surprise, displayed with deft digital brilliance on a LCD screen as the half dead employee shot her laser gun at the dusty barcode, was enough to send my spirits soaring to heights of euphoria so rarely known - especially on a week night.

This is an ode to the little things that count - surprising things at surprising times in surprising places.  Yay.