Thanks to Glee and this video, this song has been in my head ALL DAY. (Single Ladies, Pomplamoose)
Since January, Belgian archaeologists have been working strenuously to excavate the ruins of a former Governors Island hamlet called Goverthing (a bastardization of a Dutch word). With a 400 year history dating back to Manhattan’s first settlements, the hamlet was the last civilian colony on Governors Island by the 1950’s. In 1954, the town was forcibly evacuated by the city of New York, who had deemed it a safety hazard for a variety of reasons, and effectively had it condemned. As demolition was not an option at the time, the hamlet was simply buried under tens of feet of soil and forgotten.
Glee. Watch it. It’s awesome.
So when you see a white person with one of these notebooks, you should always ask them about what sort of projects they are working on their free time. But you should never ask to actually see the notebook lest you ask the question “how are you going to make a novel out of five phone numbers and a grocery list?”
I made a flow chart, that we might better understand.
Once upon a time I was falling in love, and now I’m only falling apart.
A Record Price at the ClockTower Building - The New York Times - Hello, I wish I lived here. (See also the related article.)
Someone explain to me why someone thought making a movie about the most depressing part of life was a good idea? Seriously. I am sitting at home unemployed, looking for work after avoiding doing the very same thing after my first degree. And you think I want to go watch a movie about a better looking version of me doing the same thing? I don’t think so. Perhaps I’m not their target audience.
I wanted out of the relationship, but couldn’t bear to think of myself as one of those people. You know, the type who chuck their cat as soon as they become inconvenient. Beaker has been inconvenient the whole time.
