So, my diet has basically ruined me. I didn’t do anything for my birthday this year, because it falls on a Tuesday, and nobody wants to go out so early in the week. I don’t have a job, and I don’t want to go out on Tuesdays. I figured I would at least do something birthday-ey for dinner, so I went out and got myself some awesome beer, and in a moment of sheer wickedness, some pizza. Pizza that was buy-one-get-one-free. I even got myself a bottle of that “Dry” soda, cause it’s my birthday -- why not?
Even he looks skeptical about this decision. (via MingleMediaTVNetwork)
As a child, I covered my walls in posters of my favorite men. Jesus, Pokemon and Joey Lawrence. Joey, of course, was a favorite of mine from his time on Blossom, and I often dreamt of he and I getting married and having children. If I had to play that game "Marry, Boff, Kill" I would have married Joey, boffed Jesus and killed Pokemon. Obviously. And now, there's a strong possibliity I will get to be in the same room with Joey, as long as I can come up with a few hundred bucks that will get me to Las Vegas.
She loves a full load! (Ed. note: Meagan wrote that.)
In the same vein as the popular (and genius) "Yo, Is This Racist?" we have the pleasure of experiencing the brilliant Tumblr "Is This Feminist?" If you didn't have the pleasure of obtaining a women's studies minor like I did, (thanks, Oregon State!) you might not be able to decipher what kinds of day-to-day experiences are actually feminist, and which are simply a product of our patriarchal society.
This site is on point when it comes to deconstructing stock photos of women near tampons, broads in a lab being all science-y, bitches texting, etc. Sometimes you just don't know whether or not a lady doing laundry is feminist or super misogynistic, and now we know the truth. Thank you to the person who runs this, because it saves me a lot of time answering unsolicited emails from acquaintances who are watching Girls and getting confused.
A 14-year-old boy was eating an Arby’s sandwich when he pulled the pad of a finger out of his mouth that an employee accidentally sliced off while using a meat slicer. The finger was returned to the employee, and now we know that the meat slicers in Arby's commercials aren't just a prop. Unfortunately for the teenager, the finger wasn't either.
Every day there's a stupid study released with stupid graphs and figures and blablabla. They tell us what cities love puppies and which ones eat the most hot dogs, and they're usually bullshit. But this one is actually kind of interesting. Apparently, Portland is the least religious city in the entire US of A!
It has been established that I am the zoo news fanatic at Pulp, and I don't care. I just love the zoo! And today they added a new animal, which is like Christmas Day for me... but with less gift wrap. For the next two years, the Oregon Zoo will have a new addition to the Africa Savanna habitat. His name is Riley and he's a 17-foot-tall giraffe whose real home is the Hogle Zoo in Utah, which is going through renovations.
Here in the Pacific Northwest, we have an extra special place in our hearts for Twin Peaks, partially because we can go to filming locations and sets such as the real Double R diner in North Bend, Washington (Ed. note: Due to a fire it looks nothing like it used to; sucks). For all of you Log Ladies at heart, there’s a blog showcasing props from the television show.
The blog is in search of anyone who attended the props sale in Los Angeles in the 90s or anyone who wants to share original or reproduced props from their Twin Peaks collection. Everything from ceiling fans to carafe warmers are here.
I know Cascadia isn't technically a country yet, but I nominate "old dude opening beer with chainsaw" as our national coat of arms. Beats "wool socks and sandals," right?
If you haven't read Fifty Shades of Grey, then you have heard of it through Saturday Night Live or your friend's terrible recounting of the erotic bestseller. Finally, the geniuses at Jest took the sexy book and had the most erotic man of all time work his magic. That's right... they got Gilbert Gottfried to read the thing. And holy shit is it delightful, and totally NSFW (unless you have headphones, you dirty bird!).
