Classy women carry deer.
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There is no truer rule to live your life by.
I remember thinking about this a lot, how creepy Easter really was when you dissected it. I mean the whole holiday is about a cracked out Bunny that sneaks into your house and delivers candied eggs all under the guise of the celebration of Zombie Jesus. That’s why I never understand why so many people are so excitedly awaiting his second coming. Because, really, all that comes to mind when I think of a returning Jesus is the fucking zombie apocalypse. But I guess that’s okay because I have dreams about the zombie apocalypse all the time and in my dreams I am really good at surviving it.
—Happy Easter
Easter always reminds me of this song.
The Great Hall
Florence
The funeral scene from Wes Anderson’s The Royal Tenenbaums set to Van Morrison’s Everyone. Narration by Alec Baldwin.
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“To stand here and try and fix her life is just a big waste of time. People don’t want their lives fixed. Nobody wants their problems solved. Their dramas. Their distractions. Their stories resolved. Their messes cleaned up. Because what would they have left? Just the big scary unknown.”
Chuck Palahniuk’s Survivor is one of those books you find, you love, and you remember. As always, there is a cast of screwed up and lovable characters—-the kind of characters that make you fall in love with them because they are so broken and wrong. I remember picking this book up about six years ago, seeing the countdown of page numbers, reading the synopsis, and feeling giddy. Of course, after finishing the read, I was immersed for a different reason. The politics of this book are powerful and relevant. Read it before you aren’t allowed.
London, 2010
It’s like, despite the fact that this song and video are so explicitly hipster, I still can’t help but love it.
This movie’s only redeeming quality is that it is associated with Beauty and the Beast. Other than that, I’m afraid it’s a disappointment.
God loved the birds and invented trees. Man loved the birds and invented cages.
—Jacques Deval
Budapest, 2010
Missing Cleveland quite terribly today.
If you can get over the pretentious attempt to visualize Salinger’s Holden, this movie is worth a watch. The acting is great, the script is witty, and the characters are (for the most part) relatable and lovable. It’s a celebration of all of us “teflon slackers.”
