Sometimes the light moves towards you.
A very spoopy @lachrimaestro (via hapaxlegomina)
Take this stuff out of context and it assumes a different character.
Growing up where I did, and enjoying a bedroom at the far end of the house over an unheated garage, I learned the trick to sleeping in extremely cold rooms. (”Cold enough to see your breath in the morning” cold).
If ANY portion of your blanket falls over the edge of the mattress, tendrils of frigid air will literally snake their way up under it and tangle with you, invading your slumber and slurping up your precious dreams. A properly tucked quilt provides hours of nocturnal comfort, even in near freezing temperatures.
The temperature has swung from 1 to 20°C in under 8 hours. (34 to 69F).
When this happens the change in the barometer gives me an awful headache. If one has a melon as big as mine that’s a significant pressure differential!
I shouldn’t be working with drills.
Today I learned that white supremacist women actually use the “lederhosen” tag for flirty-fishing. Good to know.
C. was looking at a plus-sized clothing site with the usual stuff, but it also had a line of high quality imported Bavarian wear.
“You have to get these lederhosen! They come in sizes up to 7XL!”
I have to hand it to Ikea. They must have some pretty sophisticated sawing sensors to do this in an efficient way. It’s the textbook definition of “good one side”.
-I just watched Nigella Lawson bounce the Simpson’s reference regarding Dr. Nick Riviera’s window to weight gain over to Tony Bourdain, who completed the slam dunk. It made me feel oddly content.
-I need a guitar amp that’s smaller, less powerful, and containing fewer features. That doesn’t seem right.
-There was a particular flavor to the gum that came with Canadian hockey cards in the 1980′s. (Distinct and different from American baseball card gum). I could go for some of that.
My blood sugar spiked last night and I ended up having weird dreams in which I was on an endless, featureless plane, pursued by this thing. Its head had the white malevolence and texture of an ant egg and it scampered in an impossible way.
isitsafe said: Why Cucumber?
“Children’s Underground Club of United Moose and Beaver, For Enthusiastic Reporters” As I recall, it basically involved getting whichever Second City alum they could shake from their hangover to come and dress up in a costume to be the guest for a day. Martin Short was on there, and I think maybe Eugene Levy. You could send away to become part of the club and receive educational newsletters.
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