Aug 7, 2014
In under the wire! (Hopefully. Maybe.) HB!
Thank you, Steph!
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In under the wire! (Hopefully. Maybe.) HB!
Thank you, Steph!
1. You have the potential to grow a very impressive beard. 2. You fangirl John Green (and the Vlogbrothers in general) just as much as I do. 3. Miyazaki is your homeboy. 4. You like boobs (though really, who doesn't?). 5. Scott Pilgrim is the story of your life. (Bonus round: you're a babe.)
prettysortofmarvellous replied to your audio post: Awolnation — “Sail” So I can’t, for the life of...
I watched a home made music video to this on youtube about a year ago. amd ever since I can’t hear this song without seeing a young girl gyrating to this while drenching herself with a garden hose. I like boys, that mental picture is useless to me.
I am seeking this video out immediately.
Butso on a related note: the actual video for the song is actually kind of cool.
Edit: Hah!
Patrick Rothfuss is just the best and I am 112% head over heels infatuated with Kvothe and I can't believe I have to wait so long for the next installment and by so long I of course mean indefinitely because sadist that he is Pat refuses to announce a release date so that's his second strike the first being the confusion he caused between my beloved and I when he gave a definitive pronunciation for Kvothe punctuation is for the weak
The most torturous part about waiting so long for the final book is knowing that it’s been written for years now, and he’s just been polishing it and polishing, as he puts it.
It’s worth it though. I mean, those two books are gems. He’s such a fantastic storyteller. And, really, I think most fantasy writers are total sadists anyway (HI GEORGE LOVE YOU GEORGE).
And I still pronounce it like quothe in my head. Ka-vothe just sounds clumsy to me.
Indeed you did.
prettysortofmarvellous replied to your video:
I love your love of the Vlogbrothers and all things Hank and John Green, mostly because I too share this love and it’s lovely to be reminded of just how made of awesome these two people are. Love it. DFTBA.
I pretty much consider the continued existence of the Green brothers essential to my mental well-being by now.
As I was unlawfully detained by the Swedes, I shall have to wish you an (extremely) belated birthday. (There was no illegality. Not detainment either. I was just on holiday, and my relationship with the internet suffered as a result. On the bright side, Sweden is beautiful!)
So I had to look it up: It's already Thursday in Sweden. This means that this is the second message I have gotten from the future this week. I am sure this totally means that by the end of it the TARDIS will materialize on my front lawn. Or something.
Thank you, Stephanie! And oh you are excused. Because Sweden. Because future Sweden.
I was literally in the process of googling this when I hit refresh on my tumblr dash. GET OUT OF MY BRAIN!
To quote Andrew:
Andrew, I heard you cut your finger with a box cutter today. How did you cut your finger with a box cutter today, Andrew?
Well Rick, I'm glad you asked, because a few people have also requested that particular parable.
At one of the part-time jobs I currently occupy, I sometimes sell items of furniture which have oversized price tags on them. The tags are attached by plastic zip-ties and have to be cut off before the table/chair/curio/what-have-you goes home.
So a customer wanted to buy a metal-frame chair with one of these tags on it. There was also a long line-up, which meant speed was of the essence. Unable to locate a pair of scissors (even though they're supposed to be EVERYWHERE), I grabbed a nearby box cutting knife and with slow, small movements, sawed through the tag. Once it quietly gave way, I - with an ill-advised flourish - swept the cutter away from the tag, slashing the pad of my left ring finger.
It didn't bleed right away, so I jammed the cut into the palm of my hand to staunch and hide any blood that did appear. Looking like a frat boy flashing the "shocker," I served three more customers before I had the opportunity to grab a sanitary wipe and a bandaid from the store's first aid kit. By then there was a fair amount of blood in the palm of my hand, but I was still able to hide the spectacle from my boss who has to fill out a form every time the first aid kit gets opened.
And that... is the story of how I cut my finger with a box cutter today.