This is the last straw.

I get that Mike Birbiglia does long form jokes or whatever… and that as a result of this style, there aren’t that many of them. But I’ve heard him deliver the story about sleepwalking out of La Quinta too many fucking times.

I wonder what it’s like to be his friend. Do you have to stay quiet for 6+ minutes while he tells jokes?

This song makes me happy!

Here a pig, there a pig, everywhere a pig pig

Here a pig, there a pig, everywhere a pig pig

Theme song of the night. My feet are freezing because my “apartment” is 54 degrees, I’m wearing tons of clothing and I have no one to see and nowhere to go. Hooray, Friday! Hooray, Seasonal Affective Disorder!

Tres anos.

Tres anos.


Emotionally intense images of retired Philadelphia police captain Ray Lewis - who has joined the #OccupyWallStreet protests - being arrested by the NYPD.

Captain Lewis has been outspoken against the NYPD’s wrongful use of violence against peaceful protesters.

From what I have seen, Ray Lewis’ conduct defines honor, bravery, and dignity.

There is a media blackout on images of his participation in the protest, and on his arrest:


It’s proved impossible for me to get this shot of former Philadelphia Police Cpt. Ray Lewis being arrested, published anywhere.  I was adamantly rebuffed by the Philadelphia Inquirer, NYT, local NY papers, and Newsweek, before even looking at the photograph.  One of the only published photos of this paradoxical and intense event is located here at the NYC Observer:

Make this viral and they will come.

Ray Lewis gets 2 posts this morning, because this needs to be seen. I’m not even sure why, but this pair of photos made me cry hysterically.

oh my god. so much props to this man. this country has turned into utter fucking insanity. 

(via 100yearsoflolitude)

Tags: OWS

Salad Days in Berkeley, California

Tunisian soccer player rescues kitten who wanders (ambles?moseys?) onto the field.

Pretty isn’t the right word, but it’s as close as I’ll come. Pretty!

Pretty isn’t the right word, but it’s as close as I’ll come. Pretty!

(Source: omgthatdress, via 100yearsoflolitude)

Simpler times. 

Something Weird

Weird thing to post late on a Friday night, but I’m going to go ahead and do it, because I’ve been feeling strange about it all day.

I got certified to fingerprint people in the state of Maryland last week and finger printed my second client this afternoon. He was a very nice young man of Peruvian descent (this is relevant— you’ll see why momentarily) and is going to start working in our schools starting on Monday.

When I do fingerprints, I have people fill out fields that indicate their sex, eye color, hair color and, yes, race. When a person of hispanic descent comes in, it is my duty to inform them that the FBI accepts only “white=W”, “black=B”, “native american=I” and “asian=A”. He wrote an L and I was forced to tell him that, according to the powers that be, there is no L. He would have to choose to be either black and white, depending on which he identified more closely with.

This issue, I told him unsmilingly, was black and white. Clear cut with nothing in between. No pun intended.

Just kidding. I would absolutely never say that. 

I did have to tell him to choose B or W, though. He eventually chose B (mainly because it was easier to turn an L into a B than it was to turn an L into a W) and went about his merry business.

What. The. Fuck.


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