caring is cool.

sonofabisquit:

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

omg man, O.M.G.

hahahahahahahaha oh man.

Is this what it’s going to be like to have kids? Because this is the BEST!

letmeworryaboutblank:

versustheworld:

fueledbypureawesome:

The 90s were fun. Buuuuuuut I lived through them. And as much as I wish grunge would come back and all my ratty flannel shirts and my boots would be in style again, I wouldn’t want to do it again. 

Then again, if that post had anything to do with the 80s, I would be all over it.

I don’t think there’s ever been an “era” where kids cared more about music than popularity or sex. 

(Source: holding-0n-to-a-fairytale)

(i’m going to be posting about this so much this week. i’m both sorry for possibly over-promoting and also not sorry because i’m really excited!!!)

some of you are obviously already familiar with videogum and gabe delahaye. you guys can skip this if you want. this is mostly for people who aren’t familiar with either. bye! see you guys soon!

for those of you NOT familiar with videogum and gabe, it’s a syper funny pop culture blog, written by gabe. videogum is one of the most consistently funny things on the internet and that’s entirely because of gabe. i know it’s not very cool to be a huge fan, but i’m just a huge, unrepentant fan of gabe’s writing. he’s just really, really great at what he does. one of the most remarkable things about him, and about videogum, is the insanely tight-knit community that has formed around them. again, i attribute that to gabe and his ability to create a sense of exclusive inclusivity, where everyone is welcome to join this smart, funny community of inside-jokers. everyone wants to be part of the group, and everyone can, because the commenters are also, almost without exception, really, really nice. it’s pretty special.

so, perhaps you can imagine my surprise and fangirl barfy-excitement when gabe emailed me and asked ME, of all people, to be the guest blogger for a whole day, while he’s out of town. A WHOLE DAY. ME. what? why? how? who? me? why?

this might not be the biggest deal to some people but it kind of is to me, and i am probably OVERLY concerned about doing a great job and not being a disappointment. partly because i want to impress the other monsters, and partly because i don’t want to make gabe regret asking me, i’m spazzing out a teensy weensy little bit. i’m sure some laid-back dudebros were chosen and were like, “sure. whatever.” i am not that dudebro. i’m super excited to have been asked and taking my responsibilities VERY seriously. i don’t write until friday but i’m already getting started, drafting and practicing and stuff!

so, please come read the site on my day. you don’t have to comment if you don’t want to, but you totally can. it would just mean a lot to me if my non-videogum friends and family were sharing this success with me.

also, definitely check in during the week and read the other bloggers, too, because they’re all VERY funny. and read lots of the stuff that gabe wrote, too, because he is like a giant laughter tree and we are little joke mushrooms, growing happily in his shadow. (what? i don’t know. i’ll get better by friday, promise.)

tom oatmeal, i love you. 

(when i see the name all squished together, i always read it “tomoat meal” first. fun!)

tomoatmeal:

I guess we had been getting pretty into it because we didn’t even hear the door open.  When we looked up, BMX, the professional rapping guy, was standing in the doorway of the studio.

“You guys making a rap?”

Before I could answer, Ricky spoke up.

“Yes,” he said.

“Shut up, Ricky!” I shouted.  I turned to the BMX rapper.  ”We were just screwing around.”

“Well let’s hear it,” said BMX.

Even though I was mortified, Ricky and I finished singing our rapping song while BMX listened closely.  When it was over, he approached us.

“Can I make a suggestion?” he asked.

“Sure.  Anything, Mr. BMX,” I said.

“Instead of listing off the cities at the beginning of the rapping song, try moving that part to the end.”

“What should we do at the beginning?”

“I don’t know,” said BMX.  ”Maybe blow a whistle.”

“Sounds great,” I said.  ”Thanks!”

BMX started to leave, but quickly spun back around.

“Oh, and one more thing.”  

“Yes?”

“When you’re listing the cities?”

“Yeah?”

“I don’t think you need to mention Davenport, Iowa.”

“Oh.”

“Told you,” said Ricky.

“Die,” I thought.  ”I want you to die, Ricky.”

it’s like the polled the women of the world and are finally addressing our deep desire to look like reclusive albino heiresses with eating disorders, you know?

via the often sublime souvenirs

hyperbole and a half continues to be very, very funny and great, you guys!

as you all know, because you are monitoring my every coming and going, i’m all stoked on this primal blueprint/paleo diet thingie. i am also very interested in preparing mentally and physically for when shit goes down.

well, today my worlds been had collided, because the people at mark’s daily apple posted a supplies list, for preparing for when shit goes down.

it is both funny AND helpful.

enjoy!

alright, that israel/palestine post was pretty heavy. let’s lighten things up with a happy song, ‘kay?

thedailywhat:

Look At This Fucking Dog Video of the Day: Parry Gripp + Dogs with boxes on their heads = Please rise, remove your hat, and join in the singing of our new National Anthem.

[parrygripp.]

ohman, this is the best review of any movie i have ever read. soooooo good.

(originally via thedailywhat)