New York: Saturday night at The Bell House, relive the glory days of the internet as ADVENTURE[s] presents Myspace: The Party 2 The Second Internet. Dance to pop-punk and emo classics, cheap drink specials and win OFFICIAL Myspace goodies FROM MYSPACE! Best of all, the whole nutso thing is free.
I’m sorry, I already RSVP’d to a Friendster event that night.
Third set: Djokovic* 6-2, 6-4, 2-2 Nadal (*denotes server) A backhand slacker than Cletus’s jaw from the Serb gives Nadal a look at 15-30 and, for once, it’s Nadal’s turn to get the better of one of those long, punishing rallies. It’s 15-40 … and, like a card sharp with trick sleeves, Djokovic pulls out an ace. The next he whumps to the junction of sideline and baseline and we’re back at deuce. “OeooaHH-UR!!” goes Djokovic from the back of the court. “Errrrrrh!” responds Nadal from his own baseline. Then with a roar of desperation he unfurls a forehand that leaves a comet trail in the air behind it – another break point, and Djokovic volleys into the net. We’re back on serve.
The Guardian has a much better liveblog than USAToday.
So I finally googled “no1curr” so that I can continue to pretend to understand half of whatever is happening here in the Tumblrverse. It was an a-ha moment.
It’s about loving who you are. I don’t want people to love me; I want them to love themselves. And if you don’t like it, well, then don’t come to the party.
Lady Gaga in Vanity Fair - I don’t care what you think of her, this is an amazing message for someone with her influence to preach
Have you ever tried to stuff a bunch of cigarettes from a soft-pack into a ‘box’ - yoinks.
Do you want my standard anti-smoking lecture? No? Here it is anyway:
Dumbest. Maintenance. Drug. Ever. If you want to kill yourself, at least do it with pills or coke, and have fun with it. Tobacco is less satisfying, in a chemical sense, and statistically more likely to kill you.
And quitting is so easy!
When I saw Diet Cock show up on my dashboard I thought of this photo, which I don’t think I ever posted. It’s from a Pakistani restaurant in London.
Just for the taste of it?