So I just need to share this adorable picture my little 6 year old cousin (well, he’s my cousin’s son so technically he’s my 2nd cousin) made for me. He drew me, his cat Lucky (the unnamed cat, top right), my dog Olive, and his cat Whiskers. I adore the googly eyes and the fact that I have eyelashes on top of eyelashes.
It’s Dinner Time With Charles The Human And Jake The Beagle !!
And I now have some prints available over here : http://www.redbubble.com/people/baznet/works/10164401-dinner-time
So I got this the other day… it’s a “Redneck Wine Glass”, Hello Kitty style. My older cousins gave me a look like I was crazy when I bought it, same look I got when I bought a bubble gun in NY, and that I often get when I do silly things to entertain their kids. One of them even said to me once, “You’re a child in a woman’s body.”
I understand how, in bits and pieces, I may seem immature, but just because I can sing along with Disney movies, like Hello Kitty, and am not afraid to blow bubbles, draw with chalk, or make silly faces with their kids doesn’t mean I’m immature. I’m just different; perhaps quirky for a twenty-something, though I don’t think so.
Sometimes I just want to say to them I’m sorry I don’t have the taste or attitude of a thirty-something suburban mom, and never will. It doesn’t mean I’m childish, and it’s not a judgment on their chosen lifestyles. I’m really happy for them that they have husbands and children and nice traditional homes- they have beautiful lives, they really do; those just aren’t things I desire and that’s not a lifestyle I aspire to.
My home will always have a bit of Hello Kitty in it, and I will always enjoy coloring and blowing bubbles and Disney movies.
Ok, I’m done venting now.
Jenny Lewis - Just One Of The Guys [Official Music Video]
in the event of a zombie apocalypse,
I’m gonna marry you.
I know, that romantic testimonial
isn’t quite the matrimonial proposition
you were expecting,
but I’m projecting a lovely future for us!
You see, when the dead break free,
I’ll come save you.
I’ll be your knight in shining Kevlar,
your cranium-crushing crusader,
and safe in our barricaded bungalow,
we’ll match moans for groans
with the shambling horde outside.
We’ll make love ’til death do we part,
or at least til we start
to run out of supplies,
and if we get in a pinch,
I’ve got a surprise:
see, I’ll paralyze them with poetry,
’cause if there’s anything
a zombie understands, it’s desire.
you lay down suppressive fire
and we’ll take out as many as we can.
If in the end we are overrun,
I’ll let them take me
so you can get away.
They can have my brain–
it’s my heart that beats for you.
Meet Anoxycalyx joubini, an Antarctic volcano sponge (it’s the one not wearing a wetsuit). It’s estimated that some slow-growing specimens may be up to 15,000 years old, making them the oldest living animals on Earth. Most live in such deep, frigid waters that they will never be seen face-to-face by human divers, whose entire known history has occurred in less than one spongy lifetime.
Image via Project SCINI/Cal State