IT'S TRU, I CA'NT SPELL, I HAVE BECOME REELIANT ON SPELLLCHECK, WICH DAVID KARP, DOS NOT WURK ON TUMBLR.
I love the subtle sloughing of the blame onto tumblr and its designers. It reminded me of the behavior of this young woman. Imagine yelling at a free provider that way. The sense of entitlement just smacked me upside the head, and this post only served to remind me of it.
Keep on doing what you do, tumblr. No complaints here. Veiled or otherwise.
Mollycaitlin, if you stopped me from sitting in Vincent d’Onofrio’s lap, I’d never forgive you either. Unless you bought me the dirty martini, natch. I’m telling you, Carolyn is my tumbleganger, for reals: I think the two (three?) of us together would scare the poopla out of Tribeca.
I saw him at the opening night of The Whole Wide World at the Seattle Film Festival a few years back. He was standing (so tall!) in the downstairs lobby with the director, who was friends with the woman I went with. I got over my shyness enough to tell him I really enjoyed his work, and he signed my S.I.F.F. book. When he asked me my first name and I said ‘Phyllis’, he said “That’s my mom’s name!”.
I actually said “Then you’ll know how to spell it.”
Girls, I really enjoy your posts, but this is kind of ridiculous. You can’t make a big long insulting list of all the things that disgust you about men, and then cry about not having a boyfriend. It’s silly. Don’t go into dating believing that all men are the same. They’re not. Are we all the same? It’s a double-standard.
agreed. can we stop this tumblinas and testumblrone crap? it’s making my dashboard really unappealing.
Which is exactly why I stopped following. Let me know if they drop the childish high school crap.
But the reason I’m posting is to tell you about the best television commercial I’ve ever seen. It was an ad for the headache medicine Bufferin, and was directed by Henson. As far as I can tell, only the audio is available online.
If it helps, the commercial was called 'Memories'.
I waited way too long. I made excuses when I shouldn’t have. I pretended it was too much of a hassle, too expensive or that there was too much else going on. And along the way I forgot how much I love it. I really really love it.
I love the float and the drift of rushing over the snow all on my own. I love the defiant rocks and the shattered trees. I love every single thing about it.