A metaphor for my life
They don’t make movies like they used to.
Where I paused the True Detective finale because my dinner was ready. Drink it in, ladies.
Whenever I think of Cosmos, I think of Carl Sagan. And whenever I think of Carl Sagan, I think of this Bloom County strip from when I was a kid. (Half of the comic’s topical references routinely flew over my head back then). Biiillyuns!
Well, I’m down 3.2 lbs. this week (74.6 overall), which kinda sucks because my milkshake no longer brings the boys to the yard.
thegreatestamericannegro said: should’ve turned your old ones into a quilt (amongst other projects.)
Oh, they’ve only been taken out of the rotation, not discarded. (Yet.) A quilt is an option that I’m considering, as well as putting some of my rarer ones - from Threadless, TeeFury, etc. - up for sale on the secondary market. Or if any of my XXL friends want them, I’ll oblige.
And the first step* in rebuilding my drastically reduced t-shirt collection will be with this. Though I’m not super keen on the quality of shirts that Ript prints on, I’m powerless to pass up a booze-themed mashup of two of my all-time favorite TV shows. Plus it’s cheap.
*Okay, I’ve already bought a couple of “new me” sized shirts (large!), but this is the first one post-culling.
Project Weed Out Shirts That Now Fit Like A Tent went down today. I kept some in the rotation that I probably shouldn’t have, though. I WILL REBUILD.
And they say we don’t make anything anymore in this country… What about boners and shame? Take that China!
A cup of José: part of this nutritious breakfast.
Last week I had a conflict and couldn’t see The Nature Boy when he came to town. I will forever be haunted by regret.
(Source: thephantomlimbed, via policygal)