24, hippie-yuppie, Seattle, runner, eater.
Robert Redford. Hot damn.
Sorry inventor Steve Wilhite but I’m going to use a hard G because you decided to name it “GIF” as an acronym for “GRAPHICS INTERCHANGE FORMAT” and the G in “GRAPHICS” is hard not soft like “JIF” so if you wanted us to call it a “JIF” you should have called it a “JOLLY INTERCHANGE FORMAT” or some crap.
This debate is stupid, but his reasoning is stupider. Graphics. Hard G. GIF.
Lovely people.
(via hellogiggles)
I may have overbooked myself this week in anticipation of Lars being out of town. Tuesday: dinner at Serious Pie, Of Monsters and Men concert at the Paramount. Wednesday: made dinner for the ladyfriends at home (pizza again…oops!), Jim James concert at the Neptune. Thursday: Happy hour with some ladies at Seattle Center, picking Lars up at the airport. Too many things.
Welcome to Dr. Tobias Fünke’s Internet Video Audition Reel! I hope you enjoy the deep range of thespian urges that come out in each of my characters. “Blue Man Group Understudy” was just the tip of my talent. Feel free to insert me into any available openings — my bits are sure to startle you!
The possibilities!
(via ipomoeaj)
I fuck with Kelly Rowland on occasion - the singles, at least - but she’s always fallen just short of some invisible mark that kept her from being anything really spectacular as a solo artist.
That being said, she did her thing on ‘Dirty Laundry’ - basically, if she wanted this new album to get attention, she got her wish because it’s fucking everywhere. It’s sparse, it’s direct and it took a damn lot of humility to admit that she was jealous of Beyoncé and most of all, to admit she’d been in an abusive relationship.
I don’t know why, that being said, that I still feel like I’ve been taken for a ride. The confessions are deep, yes, but the extreme frankness almost seems to be a show and tell, an effort to outdo, out-say, to finally come out on top. Of course, that’s probably just my own cynicism getting in the way there. I guess honesty is pretty therapeutic for us as humans.
Whatever. It’s a really good song.
(via stilljenn)
Of Quinn and Nick. (at Paramount Theatre)
Of Nick and Lindsey. (at Paramount Theatre)
