March 2009
February 2009
on a scale of one to ten, how happy are you?
uppereastside:
damages:
vomitorium:
helloinvisible:
kelseysmile:
(via taliajew)
2
3
1
4
1
8 at least. And that’s with back pain.
“Up the Junction” as interpreted by Lily Allen
“interpreted” is a stretch
own it
catskills:
“Each day, life will send you little windows of opportunity. Your destiny will ultimately be defined by how you respond to these windows of opportunity. Shrink from them and your life will be small, feel the fear and run to them anyway, and your life will be big. Life’s just too short to play little.”
— Robin Sharma (via catrinity: justlia: present) (via thresca)
I know I am
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Gary Vaynerchuk hurts my ears.
nickdouglas:
Spaced: Epic Gun Fight
Damn shame we can’t embed, Channel 4. Guess it means we can’t promote your videos.
Quit whining about art block and make some fucking art
– me
i have art block again
uppereastside:
nontoxiccolors:
uppereastside:
nontoxiccolors:
fuck
im sorry… are you ok?
yeah, its just i cant draw anything. like i can’t think of anything or complete anything.
<3
This is fucked. I think it was Cory Doctorow who said it, and it was about writing not art. But you don’t hear plumbers talking about plumbing block, and you don’t hear psychologists...
Who did I just start following?
– me
Those pesky statistics
dalasverdugo:
“In fact, perhaps our recency bias has led us to conclude that the situation today is worse than it actually is. Housing prices are significantly off their peaks, for instance, but have still increased by roughly 20 percent since January 2000, after adjustment for inflation. And we remain wealthier now than we were at almost any other point in the past (per capita disposable income...
Note
Officially changed “favorite song” from “Search and Destroy” by The Stooges to “Ceremony” by New Order. Just in case we’re on a quiz show and the million-dollar question is “What’s Greg’s favorite song?”
There’s seriously a dog in my neighborhood that barks in this belabored way that...
– lowindustrial.:
“love” by John Hodgman