
My name is Heather, and I live in Austin, TX.
Transparent Post-Its! Why didn’t *I* think of that?
http://www.coolhunting.com/archives/2008/05/transparent_pos.php
My baby boy Marty and me
Americans, she said, love to trumpet their freedom. But it’s hard to square that with political correctness that straitjackets communication for fear of giving unintended offense, hair-trigger litigiousness that requires major corporations to treat customers (”Caution: Coffee is hot”) like idiots for fear of being sued, zero tolerance policies and mandatory sentencing guidelines that remove human judgment from human encounters for fear of rendering unequal justice.
… A nation of iconoclasts and originals seems hellbent on becoming a nation of hall monitors. A nation born in revolution has lived to see revolution neutered and co-opted. So much so that even that which poses as a threat to the status quo (hip-hop, for example) nowadays has commercial sponsorship and corporate tie-ins.
Leonard Pitts, Jr., my favorite column writer. (http://www.miamiherald.com/living/columnists/leonard_pitts/story/523915.html)Bruised and Scraped Knees
When I was in high school and crazier than I am now (hard to believe), I used to say that I had at least one embarrassing moment every day. It was part of my charm, I guess you could say, to be always fucking up and doing something ridiculous.Well folks, the tradition continues.
On Tuesday I ate the floor of a roller skating rink. Literally. My front teeth are still sore, and I’m sporting bruises in places where I didn’t know bruises could be. And to top it all? I fell when I was commenting to another skater about a man who almost tripped us up only a moment before by just standing there in the middle of the rink’s traffic. Then BAM HELLO FLOOR LET ME TASTE YOU.
And last night tops all other embarrassing moments from this year so far. I rode my bike from my house to Barfly’s with Some Guy I’m Hanging Out With and upon my arrival went immediately for a beer. Instead of water. Like a smart person would. Three beers and tons of gossiping later, I suddenly felt faint and fell on the ground. On my knees. That were still purple and red from snacking on floor. Some Guy caught me and rubbed my back as I then let out those pesky three beers and what I had munched on after work. Onto the ground. Of my favorite bar’s porch. In front of friends and strangers.
THAT’S JUST HOW I ROLL.
And what bothers me is I wasn’t shwasted like everyone probably assumed; I was dehydrated, which led to fainting. I haven’t fainted since the 11th grade when I put on a lovely show in front of my English class by falling down and then puking in the trash can in the hallway as students moved to their next class. I have such a knack for this, let me tell you.
So Some Guy took care of my sick ass and tucked me in once we got to his house. I’m very appreciative of his cool head and non-judgemental assistance. I get very concerned when I do stupid things because I never know how new friends will react, because hay guyz, this is me, and I can be a big ball of disgusting.
Sigh. These are the words of a misogynist, and yet I still catch myself worrying about whether or not this is true.
The article argues that men find women who seek independence off-putting — then goes to say that men also find women who mention wanting to get married or have kids off-putting. LOL contradiction!
Via JessicaLouise
(via jessicagoldharalson)
I HATE HIM. HATE. DEAAAATH. HATE!!!
*shoots daggers*
(via paperflowers)
Oh, men! Such desirable creatures. Honestly, sometimes I just don’t know how I get through the day without wanting to marry, have sex with, doodle the names of and just plain ol’ worship every one of them I meet. It’s tough, I tell ya. But god, life must be even harder when you’re a man, dealing with those pesky women who just want to MARRY or HAVE SEX with you all the time.
(via lozzy)
LOVE THAT LAST BIT, GIRL. Preach on!
So I was reading an Entertainment Weekly article the other day about the Harold and Kumar movie. The article was speculating as to why Pot Movies do so terrible at the box office and yet the DVD sales are huge. They really had no idea, no clue.
>_>
No one who enjoys weed is going to want to go sit in a movie about weed and halfway through lose their high from smoking a quick bowl in the car. So they wait until the DVD comes out, and then they can invite all of their friends over for a fun, forgetful afternoon.
Duh.
About Jake's birthday party.
- Jake: You should make sure Rick comes.
- Heather: I have a vagina, so it will be done.
- Jake: I knew I could count on you.
art crush of the day: Jacob Dahlgren
!!! There’s one of those, made with yellow plastic strings, on the UT campus! I pass by it every day on my way to work and may or may not have ridden my bike through it a few times.
I wonder if it’s the same artist.
Chris Rock on Politics
On John McCain: “We don’t need a president with a bucket list. Who’s going to be his VP? A nurse?”
On Clinton’s experience: “My wife, we’ve been married 10 years, but if she got on stage now, y’all wouldn’t laugh at all.”
On Obama: “We’ve never seen a black man so cool — that wasn’t in the music business…” …and Reverend Wright: “Have you ever met a 75-year-old black man in this country that wasn’t angry? I mean, they have a few reasons.”
On voting: “They don’t want you to vote. If they did, we wouldn’t vote on a Tuesday. In November. You ever throw a party on a Tuesday? No. Because nobody would come.” (via)
I know, I know, REBLOGS. But I want to save this for always.