Chill it out this year, folks
On October 19, 2008, this post moved to Chill it out this year, folks.
On October 19, 2008, this post moved to Chill it out this year, folks.
Posted on Wednesday January 24, 2007 @ 22:11 & bucketed into Feely. You can track feedback to this post via this RSS 2.0 feed. +del.icio.us You can opine, or respond on your own site using the fancy TrackBack feature.
Love that crayon clip. That was one of my favorite on Sesame Street!
As for the nightgown, very nice! It’s got a nice retro feel that I can totally see featured at Anthropologie next season.
Oh, and I found this and thought it was interesting:
http://www.thatsfit.com/2007/01/16/a-basketball-team-for-grandma/
I’d like to add a data point. I had the urge to turn around, follow and generally harangue and intimidate a woman in my parking garage recently. We both pulled into a one lane ramp from opposite directions at the same time. She honked. I politely backed up. She rolled past, glared and mouthed “Bitch!” You know me. I would have found this mildly amusing in the past. I lost my shit. Look, lady, coming into my parking garage after 6 pm when you obviously don’t belong in this building. IT’S 2 WAY AFTER 4 P.M. PROCEED WITH CAUTION. So, you’re a bitch and illiterate. And your lucky I’m a slow burn because I would have caused you a problem. With your fake nails and purple hair extensions.
Oh. I lost the plot. The point being, aggro in ‘07. I’m a believer. It’s the war and teh torture. It degrades civilized society. Especially the torture and the mundane depictions of same on prime time tv and movies.
[…] Warning: This post is aggro. […]
[…] But for the moment I will share with you some voodoo magic from a “cult” known as the Children of Light. Office yogi is a cult member, and he tipped me off to the cord-cutting energy work I did last summer. He also tipped me off to 2007 being the year of the aggro, as well as a host of other life-shifting things (including Matt Hoverman’s solo show class; plus, it was his wife that put jello wrestling on my radar). […]