May 2011
April 2011
I’m already dead. What you talkin’ ‘bout, Willis?
I’m thinking about making popcorn so I have something to throw at the TV. And I’ll be spamming twitter the whole time. People will for sure be unfollowing me. *headdesk*
So can we talk about how Monday night might just kill me dead?
Seriously, the promos alone are making me wig out.
YOU'RE DOING IT WRONG:
iam-that-boy-who-is-a-monster:
This is not how a Royal should wave:
Let the real Royal Queen show you how it’s done:
DEAD.
.
SO DEAD.
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Thank you for being here today.
Dreams
Last night I had two deeply disturbing reoccurring dreams. I did not like them. I am seriously hoping they do not come up again tonight. I haven’t had either of them in over six months. And then BAM! Both in one night. Le sigh.
Star Wars Yoga – The Exercise for Geeks | Bit Rebels →
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YES! This is a yoga I would totally do all the time.
Wow. Even my alma mater won't give me a pity interview for a job opportunity I'm totally qualified for.
Nothing makes me happier than television shows referencing classic literature correctly and frequently. Thank you #Castle for so aptly using Dickens and A Christmas Carol tonight. I wish more shows made as many literary references as you do every week.
“The Internet is not to blame for your unfinished novel: you are.”
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Colson Whitehead on Twitter, distraction, and the importance of willpower.
Better Than Renting Out A Windowless Room: The Blessed Distraction Of Technology
(via bookladysblog)True true
Conundrums I create for myself...
I spent 18 months writing my first novel. I spent another month giving the first full draft a solid edit where I cut out 15 pages and sent it off to a group of friends, writers, family, and professional ass-kickers.
And now.
I am frozen.
Because the next step is actually writing a query letter that includes something akin to the answer to “What’s your book about?”
And I still really have a hard time with that question.
Not because I don’t know. I obviously know. But because saying something in 1000 words is sooooo much easier than saying it in 4 sentences.
Bookavore: “I feel—”“Yes?” She had a certain longing look in her eyes that made... →
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“I feel—”
“Yes?” She had a certain longing look in her eyes that made him want to rip the door open and kiss her.
“I feel—” She hesitated and bit her lower lip. “I feel like…”
Dammit all, she felt as if she wanted to kiss him. He could tell.
She lifted her chin and suddenly looked noble…
I have seen cooked lobsters with less red on them. I really hope that doesn’t blister! Yikes! Sunburns are the absolute worst. I’m so whiney when I get them.
This is really nothing. It doesn’t even hurt. I’m incredibly fair skinned. I should be a red head with blue eyes instead of a brunette with green. It’s really outrageous. I barely even consider this a real “burn” - it’s more of a light toasting. But I’ll start with the sunblock tomorrow in hopes of building a real base instead of just burn after burn this summer like normal.
Poor Jane’s Almanac - NYTimes.com →
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Education has always been a cornerstone.
I had bacon and red wine for dinner.
“You ever do that?”
“Paintball?”
“Yeah.”
“No. You?”
“No.”
“Want to talk about it some more?”
“No.” —Cal & Matt, Studio 60 (Nevada Day Part 2)
“Paintball?”
“Yeah.”
“No. You?”
“No.”
“Want to talk about it some more?”
“No.” —Cal & Matt, Studio 60 (Nevada Day Part 2)
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