Exactly.

I had a weird online chat with a Comcast service rep today. Loren “found” a “special promotion” which lets me keep the same service for Internet but knocks my monthly bill down to $29.99 for twelve months. I was like, “what’s the name of this special promotion again?” and Loren was like “there’s no name for it, really. it just popped up. I signed you up for it out of the kindness of my heart.” I was like ??? but I just typed thank you, this helps me a lot because my salary just got cut. Then Loren wrote, “I just got fired today.” So I said “I’m sorry to hear that” and before we signed off I wrote, “Good luck with your job search. Hopefully your good karma will come back to you” and Loren said, “Exactly.”

I hope Loren doesn’t use my account information to steal my identity.

--Tagged under: nervous--

Mister Banks

mmgiiirl:

smoothjazzinthemorning:

thedailywhat:

Stop What You’re Doing And Watch The Hell Out Of This of the Day: UC Berkeley’s Noteworthy perform Lady Gaga’s “Poker Face” at the 9th Annual West Coast A Cappella Showcase.

If they didn’t win there is no God.

[via.]

hello. I love my school.

mall reindeer

mall reindeer

Inappropriate, Mitch. Inappropriate.

newsweek:

katiebakes:

lilyb:

“Inappropriate and unacceptable began their modern careers in the 1980s as part of the jargon of political correctness. They have more or less replaced a number of older, more exact terms: coarse, tactless, vulgar, lewd. They encompass most of what would formerly have been called “improper” or “indecent.” An affair between a teacher and a pupil that was once improper is now inappropriate; a once indecent joke is now unacceptable. This linguistic shift is revealing. Improper and indecent express moral judgements, whereas inappropriate and unacceptable suggest breaches of some purely social or professional convention. Such “non-judgemental” forms of speech are tailored to a society wary of explicit moral language…. What was once an offence against decency must be recast as something akin to a faux pas.”

- Words that think for us « Prospect Magazine (via literarypiano) (via rachelhills)

True. We promise to work to bring back indecency.

Don't Get Your Spanx in a Twist

misterhippity:

irememberfashion:

We enjoy our daily dose of Gawker and there was a precious gem today. Who knew that Spanx was causing such an uproar? We overlooked how odd it was that this appeared on Gawker’s umbrella site rather than on Jezebel where all things estrogen-y and self-loathing are relegated and just enjoyed the lively commentary. MisterHippity, always a treat, posted this:

Manx in Spanx

(via MisterHippity)

To which Naugahydeinplainsight replied:

No thanks, said Manx,
I won’t wear Spanx.
They’re known to bind,
In ways unkind.
And if you have an itch,
they’re a serious bitch.
You wouldn’t you ask a doggie,
Or a Hippity-hoppity froggie.
So don’t call me wussy,
I’m a liberated pussy.

To which we add: We agree. We are spanx-free.

I do not like Spanx on my flanks!
I do not like it, Manx in Spanx!

winter shoulders

winter shoulders

(via marco)
I want electric-blanket socks for Christmas.

(via marco)

I want electric-blanket socks for Christmas.

bestrooftalkever:

…Door Hinge for the Orange?
(via ireallyenjoythis)

bestrooftalkever:

…Door Hinge for the Orange?

(via ireallyenjoythis)

My downstairs neighbor is a tool, installment #14

I ran into my downstairs neighbor — the craggy-face, perpetually-jobless-and-sponging off-his-wretched-wife, cutoff jean shorts-wearing Dave — at Star Market this evening. I was investigating some apples (Black Arkansas apples — I didn’t know that variety existed) when, fatefully, I overheard the following phrase: “HOMEBOY! What’s happening!” I was just going to let it go, but I looked anyway. I was, after all, in the middle of an independently-owned grocer’s grocery store in Berkeley that sells Black Arkansas apples. It’s a small space, and if ever there is someone I should be avoiding — pushy old ladies, men with gray ponytails, toddlers — I need to know. And surprise! It was Dave. Lily white hippie “homeboy” Dave, embarrassing himself, a black man unlucky enough to be acquainted with Dave in what I can only assume is the most tenuous capacity imaginable, and me. I left immediately. If his posturing was some kind of territory marker, if he was trying to show me how well-known he is around the neighborhood, then good luck to him. Well-known is not well-liked, and it never will be, homeboy. DON’T GET IT TWISTED.

--Tagged under: Things I Do Not Like About Berkeley--

--Tagged under: my downstairs neighbor is a tool--

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