December 2008
65 posts
“And the ten minutes striking up a conversation with that strange kid in homeroom...”
– Randall Munroe
$700 Billion Bailout Celebrated With Lavish $800... →
4-tons of Beluga caviar and $250,000 bottles of vintage Dom Pérignon were on hand for America’s CEOs to celebrate the historic bailout.
“We’ve had one of these before, when the dot-com bubble burst. What I told our...”
– Steve Jobs (via soupsoup)
I ADDED FALLING SNOW TO MY BLOG
topherchris:
This is the web-designer’s version of drunk texting an ex at 2am. Yet it’s 9am and I’m totally sober. It’s called The Holiday Spirit, people. Go big or go home.
haha i totally had this on a webpage i built in the 9th grade
thing i learned today:
Rachel Maddow got her start in Holyoke, MA.
precision
topherchris:
897 new posts on my dashboard while I was at work today. I follow 393 people. That’s approximately 2.28244274809 posts per person for approximately 9 hours.
i’m not a scientist, but i don’t think you can follow the word “approximately” by 11 decimal places.
Warm, windy weather welcomes wet winters.
Umbrella Today? →
from mashable:
No. Or yes. That’s what you really want to know, right? Do you need the damn umbrella, or not? Well, this site will tell you, in the simplest possible terms.
hand-in-hand with this is Umbrelletiquette.
new followers,
havent-got-a-prayer:
Thank you guys!
you’re welcome
mr. google
kay: im just giving you a hard time because its funny
me: it's a laugh riot
kay: is that how that phrase goes? no one in my house spoke in phrases we just said "that was funny"
me: well i don't care what they call it in your house. THIS IS MY HOUSE!
kay: no it isn't, this is gchat, it belongs to mr. google.. and don't you forget it. you better not piss off mr google or he will take it all away. no more gmail, google maps, google searches, calendar the list goes on and on
me: goodbye, keep mr. google company while i'm gone, if you know what i mean. daddy wants unlimited gmail storage for christmas. try wearing your google status a little low or something.
When You Are Old, William Butler Yeats
poetry365:
When you are old and grey and full of sleep, And nodding by the fire, take down this book, And slowly read, and dream of the soft look Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved your beauty with love false and true, But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
And bending down...
