“Dear Internet” by Tina Fey
From PerezHilton.com/Posted by jerkstore on Wednesday, 1/21/2009, 11:21 P.M.
“In my opinion Tina Fey completely ruined SNL. The only reason she’s celebrated is because she’s a woman and an outspoken liberal. She has not a single funny bone in her body.”
“Dear jerkstore,
Huzzah for the Truth Teller! Women in this country have been over-celebrated for too long. Just last night there was a story on my local news about a “missing girl,” and they must have dedicated seven or eight minutes to “where she was last seen” and “how she might have been abducted by a close family friend,” and I thought, “What is this, the News for Chicks?” Then there was some story about Hillary Clinton flying to some country because she’s secretary of state. Why do we keep talking about these dumdums? We are a society that constantly celebrates no one but women and it must stop! I want to hear what the men of the world have been up to. What fun new guns have they invented? What are they raping these days? What’s Michael Bay’s next film going to be?
When I first set out to ruin SNL, I didn’t think anyone would notice, but I persevered because—like you trying to do a nine-piece jigsaw puzzle—it was a labor of love.
I’m not one to toot my own horn, but I feel safe with you, jerkstore, so I’ll say it. Everything you ever hated on SNL was by me, and anything you ever liked was by someone else who did it against my will.
Sincerely,
Tina Fey
P.S. You know who does have a funny bone in her body? Your mom every night for a dollar.”
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Werk.
(via laughingsquid)
So tierney.
Francesca Woodman committed suicide at the age of 22, but left behind a huge collection of photography, over 10,000 negatives. Woodman’s images are untitled and are known only by a location and date.
(Source: todayyouarespecial, via nickelcobalt)
Tomorrow is the last night
till our love becomes an ellipses.
Me, leaving. You, going — the
distance between us stretching
across state lines that for me
hold oceans between them.
Please. I press my lips against your skin
like a plea. Your fingers between mine
are prayers that I’ve been trying to find the
words for since the first time I woke up
from a dream about angels to see you
looking at me with the sky
in your eyes.
The worst part about being human is having
a heart so susceptible to metaphors.
Your lips are tulips in the vase of my throat.
You photosynthesize and my blood is made of chlorophyll.
I can’t differentiate between your pulse and mine
and I want to tell you that
All my poems sound like sighs since I’ve met you,
but you’re painting my neck the color of your breath
and I’m so distracted, thinking of you and your lashes
that furl and unfurl just for me, tonight.
You are the summer of the seven-year locusts.
You are so much that it’s breaking my heart.
I read you the first page of a novel by Nathacha Appanah
but I’m terrible at words so you kiss them away.
The night yawns and wraps its arms
around us both. You hold me closer and I want to
cry.
I write what I have never told you slowly on your skin.
Do you know how it hurts to touch you
knowing that in the morning I’ll still wake up alone?
Tomorrow is the last night
till our love becomes an ellipses.
I don’t want to think of all those suns
that will rise without you.
Olympic Architecture examples. Way over due! Enjoy! (via google images)
- Olympic Shooting Venue by Magma Architecture
- The Bird’s Nest - Beijing’s National Stadium by Herzog & DeMeuron & Ai Wei Wei
- Beijing National Aquatics Center, or Water Cube, PTW Architects
- Dover Street Market Olympic Window by Zaha Hadid
Obsessed.
Just one of those really delightful songs, which turns out to be really sexy, incognito.
I adore Chris burden. He’s such a nutcase, in the best way.
I adore his performance art, really. Who crucifies himself to a bug, or has a friend shoot him? Awesome.
