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Andy Samberg on Good Hang with Amy Poehler

#don’t tell me if Andy samberg has been canceled he’s still 1 to me #listen who among us doesn’t like to hear good job.#also don’t tell me if you have an internal sense of value without external input I simply don’t wish to know

bookmaven

FER-DE-LANCE by Rex Stout. (New York: Pocket, [1933])

FER-DE-LANCE by Rex Stout. (New York: Farrar & Rinehart, 1933) Nero Wolfe.

Fer-de-Lance is the first Nero Wolfe detective novel written by Rex Stout, published in 1934 by Farrar & Rinehart, Inc. The novel appeared in abridged form in The American Magazine (November 1934) under the title "Point of Death". The novel was adapted for the 1936 film Meet Nero Wolfe, and it was named after a venomous snake with the same name. In his seminal 1941 work, Murder for Pleasure, crime fiction historian Howard Haycraft included Fer-de-Lance in his definitive list of the most influential works of mystery fiction. — Wikipedia

#top cover absolutely rules #while everyone else is going deep into heated rivalry fandom #I seem to have found myself in midcentury detective novel fandom #Nero Wolfe

I have pink eye in both eyes, false spring has ended and we’re back to second winter (worse), and the baby’s daycare is closed tomorrow bc their heat broke, but at least I can still use tumblr

#tumblr updates are sometimes good (remember life before replies or messages…) but sometimes bad

ymutate

Stained-glass window and tiled wall section from the Torre Bellesguard, also known as Casa Figueres, designed by Antoni Gaudí in Barcelona. The building was constructed between 1900 and 1909 and blends Modernism with Gothic architectural styles.

#barcelona 🥰

dhaaruni

walkingeverywhere

snow day by elizabeth lennie

poptimism

#begin as you mean to go on 🙏

poptimism

#I knew this would be real but I didn’t know how much #I feel sometimes like a completely different human than the one that started 2025 #and at other times baffled by how I am just still the same #trust the journey of growth!!!!!! I guess!!!!!!

walkingeverywhere

snow day by elizabeth lennie

#it’s almost time for pond skating!!!!!!#last year I was too pregnant to skate but this year I probably get to let the baby crawl around on the ice what a treat #I guess I won’t indulge in the age old pastime of complaining that the new tumblr [whatever] sucks but why is the app now harder to use

apoemaday

The Raincoat

by Ada Limón

When the doctor suggested surgery and a brace for all my youngest years, my parents scrambled to take me to massage therapy, deep tissue work, osteopathy, and soon my crooked spine unspooled a bit, I could breathe again, and move more in a body unclouded by pain. My mom would tell me to sing songs to her the whole forty-five-minute drive to Middle Two Rock Road and forty- five minutes back from physical therapy. She’d say that even my voice sounded unfettered by my spine afterward. So I sang and sang, because I thought she liked it. I never asked her what she gave up to drive me, or how her day was before this chore. Today, at her age, I was driving myself home from yet another spine appointment, singing along to some maudlin but solid song on the radio, and I saw a mom take her raincoat off and give it to her young daughter when a storm took over the afternoon. My god, I thought, my whole life I’ve been under her raincoat thinking it was somehow a marvel that I never got wet.

bethanyactually

Merry October!

From: Beth Fremont To: Jennifer Scribner-Snyder Sent: Thurs, 10/14/1999 11:09 AM Subject: October, at last!

Beth to Jennifer: Callooh! Callay!

Jennifer to Beth: At last? October is half over. And what’s in October anyway?

Beth to Jennifer: Not “what’s in.” What is. October. My favorite month. Which, by the way, has only half begun.

Some find it melancholy. “October,” Bono sings, “and the trees are stripped bare…”

Not I. There’s a chill in the air that lifts my heart and makes my hair stand on end. Every moment feels meant for me. In October, I’m the star of my own movie—I hear the soundtrack in my head (right now, it’s “Suite: Judy Blue Eyes”)—and I have faith in my own rising action.

I was born in February, but I come alive in October.

Jennifer to Beth: You’re a nut.

Beth to Jennifer: A hazelnut. A filbert.

October, baptize me with leaves! Swaddle me in corduroy and nurse me with split pea soup. October, tuck tiny candy bars in my pockets and carve my smile into a thousand pumpkins.

O autumn! O teakettle! O grace!

Jennifer to Beth: I do love tiny candy bars.

Beth to Jennifer: Merry October!

Jennifer to Beth: All right, Merry October! Why not?

—my favorite part of Attachments by Rainbow Rowell

#I recently reread most Rainbow Rowell books and she’s just soooooo good at it #October

ATTENTION

If you see this you are OBLIGATED to reblog w/ the song currently stuck in your head :)

#fisher price kick and play piano I will see you in hell

human-pet-they

if i get a good nights sleep i can feel like a human being but it does mean missing out on an hour of phone time. so there's nuance.

#😔

chamomile-teabag

WHAT ARE YALL READING RN you must tell me

#the spy who came in from the cold #and also #copper script #(new kj charles)

4x01

saw a tiktok of a mother taking her very tiny daughter to an art museum and she’s just walking around going “whoooa” “woooaah” to everything but then they got to a marble statue of a nude woman lying on her back and the girl points and goes “mommy🫵” and i just immediately welled up with tears and all the comments are just laughing about it and of course it’s funny but how are you not insanely moved by the way art connects everyone on earth from a centuries-old sculptor to a toddler in 2023