From here.  She is The Greatest.  

P.S.  Zoom in on that manicure.  Those nails are the stuff that (my) dreams are made of.  

5:52 pm  •  21 January 2011  •  8 notes

mustanghalle:

“Though it is a derivation of the Arabic phrase ‘yad Al Jauza’ meaning the ‘hand of Al-Jauza’ referring to a mysterious woman that controls the order of the universe, it hasn’t stopped some people from clearing out their bunkers and stocking up on tinned food.”

I always knew I was going to die at the hand of a fabulous diva; I just though it would be Lindsay, or Ru-Paul. Al-Jauza, PLEASE!

1. It is nice to know that at least one of my friends still considers me to be a fabulous diva.
2. This is probably the most science-y thing that will ever appear on my blagh so enjoy/don’t unfollow me.  Or do, but not because of this.  
3. Click the Al-Jauza, PLEASE link.  You will not regret it.  
4. That is all.   

(Source: hallekiefer)

8:54 pm  •  20 January 2011  •  9 notes

Christmas decorations installation still up on my block (the best block) which include lights, candy canes, a tinsel wrapped santa, an old bike with a Christmas-ornament filled basket, a goose wearing reindeer antlers and a couple of penguins, also in reindeer antlers.  

11:30 pm  •  2 January 2011  •  2 notes

I’ve got to take this down very soon, right?  Like tonight, huh?  

I don’t think I’m ready …  Will you judge me if you come over to my apartment in April and the tree is still up?  

Ok, ok, I’ll take it down.  

(Props if you can spot Suri)

5:48 pm  •  2 January 2011  •  5 notes

Pat Robertson has kindly explained the origins of the snow storm, pinning it on the gays (duh): Apparently it was sent by god “so that people who were hoping to fly to do something of a gay nature would have to take a train or a bus, so it might be days before the gay thing they were going to do could occur.”  

Oh also, he said this: “I think God probably wonders, if these people are really straight, then what are they doing in New York?”  WHAT, INDEED.  

Update: Ok, apparently it’s not real, but the faux quotes are so good, and re: If these people are really straight, then what are they doing in New York?  FAIR.  

10:48 pm  •  28 December 2010  •  14 notes

My mom bought me these candles (along with plates and wine glasses) for a Christmas party that I was having.  She told me that she had chosen tea lights because they were safe and would burn out fairly quickly in case I was too drunk to blow out my candles.  She also told me not to blog that she had said that (oops!), but I was given permission to blog about how her gifts are the best gifts and about how my mom is the best mom, so:  Her gifts are the best gifts!  My mom is the best mom!  

1:53 pm  •  20 December 2010  •  5 notes

grunder:

Great video by Todd Selby. His work has exploded in the last year and a half. Gotta be honest, I enjoyed his old style better but this video is kickin either way. 

Question: Why aren’t more people talking about this?  Ok, it’s not perfect and some of it feels a lottle overproduced but there are moments that are really visually great and OMG this guy’s daughter is amazing—at least watch the first three minutes just to see his interaction with her.  At one point when he figures out which outfit she wants to wear and is getting her dressed, she throws him an exasperated look that says, ‘Daddy, in fifteen years I’m going to outcool you so hard you’ll cry” and it is priceless and also the cutest thing ever.  

11:34 am  •  20 December 2010  •  5 notes

At the airport.  Traveling with my cat.  A man in light wash jeans and a button down denim shirt that he must have purchased in Ohio because it had a patch that read Cleveland affixed to the pocket asked me if I was going to a cat convention.  I wanted to say, ‘Do I look like the sort of person who would be going to a cat convention?,’ but I already knew the answer. 

#This is while I will most likely die alone.

#And surrounded by cats.

#JK

#But if it happens, there will have been Warning Signs.  

2:30 pm  •  4 November 2010  •  14 notes

Who needs a calendar when you have a System?  

3:51 am  •  27 September 2010  •  9 notes

meaghano:

At brunch Lindsay’s dad asked me what was in my locket. “Nothing,” I said. “It’s just a book.” I pulled it out towards him, shrugging. “it’s empty. It’s a metaphor or something probably.” me and lindsay laughed.

We changed the subject and lindsay’s dad kept to himself, folding and refolding a dollar bill. Lindsay’s mom asked him what he was doing. I thought maybe he was making an origami frog or something to leave as a tip for the waiter, with whom he had struck up his typical friendly rapport, joking about being old and how business was doing.

A few minutes later he asked me for my locket, apologizing that it was only a dollar but that Lincoln’s face was too big.

My dad is the best dad.  

5:01 pm  •  19 September 2010  •  102 notes