Meta-h8tahs gonna h8 h8. …this is awesome, by the way. I hope Malki turns it into a shirt or a patch…

davidmalki:

Let’s all just be friends

Shamelessly attempting to win stuff apparently… I do really love Johnny Wander and her art style in general so maybe it’s not all motivated by narcissism…?

aidosaur:

OMIGOSH IT’S A CONTEST

Hey Chickadee is a small company run by two pals of mine — they make apparel and jewelry designed by a spread of super-talented artists (Jess Fink, Emmy Cicierega, and Miss Monster to name a few).

I’ve now done two designs for them (the matryoshka doll pendant/earring design in the banner, as well as a Musicians of Bremen tee design), and Andrew and Claire were nice enough to give me a $20 gift certificate to give away!

So here’s the rules: Reblog this post (‘liking’ doesn’t count, sorry) and you’ll be entered into the contest.  Next Tuesday (August 2nd, a week from today) someone will be randomly chosen to win the gift certificate.  I’ll make a crazy blingee with the winner’s username, because I guess that’s what I do now.

Thanks, guys!  Have fun!

purefun:

If you want in, send your full name and mobile phone number to my Ask box and I will add you to the list. You get a text every morning between 8 and 11am that encourages you to hang in there, and do your best! I really care about you and encourage you to text me back and tell me about your day! Thanks to everyone on it already! You are beautiful!

Love,

Andrue

PS. Reblog as much as you can! The more people, the better!

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…And that last one reminded me of this one… not sure why other than it makes a similar feeling boil to the surface in me… Tanya Davis = favorite poet.

Thank you Sonic Boom Six and Laila K… this song makes me feel… better about my life…? somehow…?

I may or may not have just stumbled across the most refreshing summer fruit salad in all the ‘verse. By scavving the discount produce section at the Ghettobasket, no less! Well… mostly… some things I already had… that fresh mozz had been sitting in my fridge for a week at the very least, I had to use it or pitch it…

Needed things and stuff:

2 mangoes

2 kiwi fruit

1/4 big thing of fresh mozzarella

cane sugar (jacked from my family’s house)

vanilla frozen yogurt (made that yesterday with the jacked cane sugar, mostly followed the froyo part of this recipe: omgfroyo!)

Step 1: chop up all the things until you can fit some of each plus a little more on a spoon. Well… except the sugar and froyo… you might have some trouble chopping those up…

Step 2: Put all the chopped things in a bowl, toss.

Step 3: Sprinkle a bit of cane sugar on the bowldwellers, then drop a scoop of froyo on the very top. I used a 2oz disher but would have been happy with a bit more cold creaminess to go with the room temp fruit/acidity and the cool cheesiness. Maybe 2.5 - 3oz?

Step 4: Consume! Yumyum! …hmmm… would probably be better with fresher mozz… could also use something to tie it all together…

Ideas on what that might be:

Some kinda citrus simple syrup, light on the sugar

Some kinda citrus vinaigrett

Something mint-based…?

…dunno… needs something though… lemme know if all’y’all think of some other option, I’ve got enough kiwi left to try it two more times…

Anywho, until next time, OldManMan, AWAY!

Disclaimer: This story starts off kinda normal, then starts getting pretty damn strange. Steak-based-barter-economy-type strange.

I went in to Boston today for my friend Topher’s 4th of July BBQ. I decided I would go look for a few things I needed at thrift stores in Allston first but they were all closed for the 4th. So I got some pizza at Bravo’s. Pretty solid but it’s no Sweet Tomatoes and definitely not the pizza I would gladly drive the 4 or 5 hours to Hoboken for on a whim.

I then decided I should get back on the T and head to Topher’s place. Little did I know I only had 20 cents on my Charlie Card. I really didn’t feel like putting money on it while getting on a green line train (which, if you’ve never had to, is a gigantic pain in the ass that makes everyone mad at you) so I said “Hey, it’s not a terrible day out, I’ll walk to Kenmore and put money on there!” …then my phone died… my watch was on my desk at home so I had no idea what time it was from then until I was at North Station near the very end of this story.

I stopped in at the Star Market near the Paradise Rock Club a) because I wanted water like f*cking Daffy Duck in the desert and b) because I figured I should bring something along to Topher’s even though he said not to worry about it. I found a bottle of water and this:

Gen. Jack D Ripper lives! He’s apparently in hiding, posing as a brewer in Holyoke, MA. I just looked it up, the name of that beer actually IS a reference to possibly the best Peter Sellers movie of all time.

So, beer in hand, I charged my phone for 5 minutes at McDonald’s (for some reason the guy panhandling out front held the door for me after I said I had no cash on me to give him), got in touch with my friend and went to his cookout… 2 hours later than I said I’d be there… where I got in a conversation about the world sucking with his older relatives and his little cousin(?) interrogated me about how I knew him and then decided I was creepy… >_<

Cookout was great fun and afterward I decided I wanted to go hang around in Cambridge for a while. Hopped on the red line to go up to Porter Square, not really putting two and two together that since it was the 4th of July all the places I wanted to hang out would be closed… However, as the train crossed the bridge just after Charles/MGH on the way up there, I happened to peek out the window. Huh… the place was absolutely CRAWLING with National Guard MP’s! Like, maybe 4 times as many MP’s as Transit Cops. …didn’t know the 4th of July Fireworks Display counted as a state of emergency… didn’t used to…

Came back, hoping to catch the second to last train out and miss the huge mob I knew was coming for the final train and also hoping to charge my phone (which had died… again…) at North Station. However, in my infinite wisdom, I decided to walk from Park Street onward. I managed to find my street in Lowell’s Boston doppelganger, which is far nicer and more upscale than my street, and then get myself turned around and end up back at Charles/MGH. Turned back, tried to cut through and find North Station, and got myself to a dead end instead. On my way back to find the route I knew a woman with a thick French accent asked me for directions, which I wasn’t able to help her with.

After that, a rather tall black man asked me for help and somehow the greeting I shot back caused him to hug me and get very excited. Come to find out, after he assured me he was not a mugger (thanks dude but… kinda figured that one out when you didn’t… um… mug me…), his car had been impounded and he needed $4 to get home so he could get his bank card, come back, and un-impound his car. Apparently he was a butcher and offered to give me either his diamond earring or some steak if I helped him out. I mean, I kinda believed him, his story was just absurd enough that I wouldn’t think it made up coming from almost anyone, but… I had just enough left on me to get my sorry ass back home… :( sorry guy, I wish I could have helped…

Then, upon finally finding my way back to North Station, somehow, while buying a commuter rail ticket home, got into a conversation about… something… I don’t remember what… with a girl from out of town who was having trouble buying a commuter rail pass… then discovered that, in the entirety of North Station, there are exactly 5 electrical outlets, only 2 of which aren’t in places that make you look like a terrorist when using them. Guess which two were in use? So, the whole time I was charging my phone I got very nervous every time a Transit Cop walked by. Which was a lot of times since they were out in full force…

Eventually got on the train among a giant rush of people, expecting it to leave at the time we were told it was leaving. Took an extra 25 minutes to pull out of the station. Also expecting it to be a typical ride home where I’d end up listening to The Explosion and The Gaslight Anthem for 45 or 50 minutes… WRONG! This girl sat next to me who had a kinda neat half-sleeve. I said something about it after forcing myself to get over a whole lot of being really gorram exhausted and ended up in a half-hour-ish long conversation with her. Apparently a roller-derby playing mom who knows the area around my hometown in New Hampshire, originally from pretty damn far away and going back to school. Seemed like a nice/interesting girl and her husband and kids seemed pretty chill too.

To top it off either none of the commuter rail conductors gave a sh*t or the last train out was free and I never got the memo so now I have a free ride on the rail to use before it expires next January!

In conclusion, I want a frosty treat but do not have one… also, a day in which someone offers you steak in exchange for fare to get home and get his car un-impounded is already strange to begin with, even without all the rest…

Only later did I learn how to properly stretch pizza dough…

…because last time the dog hid it inside the couch… along with many other vanished breads…