Dear Michelle, Drop-crotch pants don’t just exist. People pay money for them, and then wear them in public. I’m sorry. I will buy you a cupcake to make up for the pain. Love, Mandy (via lookbookdotnu) ———————————- Dear Mandy, I’ll take you up on that offer as soon as I stop projectile vomiting, and after I’ve hunted down and killed this man. Love, Michelle

Dear Michelle,

Drop-crotch pants don’t just exist. People pay money for them, and then wear them in public. I’m sorry. I will buy you a cupcake to make up for the pain.

Love, Mandy

(via lookbookdotnu)

———————————-

Dear Mandy,

I’ll take you up on that offer as soon as I stop projectile vomiting, and after I’ve hunted down and killed this man.

Love, Michelle



"Confronted with the reality of its lax Listeria standards, Canada’s government did not raise them, but instead lobbied to have America’s standards lowered…. surprisingly, government has taken no remedial steps beyond issuing a food recall. Instead, officials praise the success of our infectious disease surveillance system — as if, with 16 dead, there were cause to celebrate — while food safety standards remain as low as ever."
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Sometimes Canada fucks up hard (or, remember that time you were afraid of deli meat?)

I like to join in on the tomato-throwing when discussion is going around about shitty American health care.  And generally, I am stoked to live in a country where I don’t go broke every time I fall off a waterfall.  However, it’s good to remind people every once in a while that Canada has some serious shortcomings, especially when it comes to surveillance.  Listeriosis was a big, preventable fuck-up, and not the last one that will ever happen given that we still have truly awful food-safety standards.

The more you know.




the worst feeling: phantom hair-tickling-skin feeling.

Try to think of something more annoying. I bet you can’t.

It’s one thing when you actually have a hair tickling your skin and you can brush it off; this phantom feeling is an agony of irritation.




on the subject of "movember" (ugh)

Me: I would pay people money not to grow a mustache.

Trevor: Yeah, totally.  Then we could call it No-vem… oh, wait.

Danielle: It’s already called November.

Me: We could call it NoMovember.




The silver lining of my trip to MEC was stumbling into a grocery in search of snacks not designed to fuel a marathon but instead pump you full of fat and sugar (so-called healthy snacks do the same thing but are tasteless). There I found my favourite, elusive coffee-milk flavoured Pocky. Joy!

The silver lining of my trip to MEC was stumbling into a grocery in search of snacks not designed to fuel a marathon but instead pump you full of fat and sugar (so-called healthy snacks do the same thing but are tasteless). There I found my favourite, elusive coffee-milk flavoured Pocky. Joy!




MEC is my own personal vision of hell: filled with sports equipment, unappetizing snacks and absent salespeople.

MEC is my own personal vision of hell: filled with sports equipment, unappetizing snacks and absent salespeople.




I submit to you the evidence of a very lovely Saturday evening, especially when you factor in the blankets and fuzzy socks.

I submit to you the evidence of a very lovely Saturday evening, especially when you factor in the blankets and fuzzy socks.




(via lolerature)

(via lolerature)



here is a nice thing i saw today on the way to the bus:

A very old, delicate-looking lady about five feet tall in bright pink lipstick, which matched her full length pink coat, walking an absolutely enormous shaggy white dog. They both looked delighted by one another’s company.




Q: What is the ultimate distraction from studying? A: A furry creature the size of a macaron.

Q: What is the ultimate distraction from studying?

A: A furry creature the size of a macaron.




the golden compass is a really terrible adaptation of one of the best children's books of all time.

Of all time, do you hear me?

It’s so bland and hollow and sterile and soulless.  It’s the movie equivalent of Nicole Kidman.  That’s why she’s starring it, I suppose.

I demand that the movie be stricken from the records of history and everyone go buy the His Dark Materials trilogy right now.




Which of these options sounds like the most enjoyable way to spend a Friday afternoon, before going to see Coco Avant Chanel and eating popcorn and then drinking delicious cantaloupe-and-lemongrass flavoured cocktails in Gastown with beautiful, beautiful women?** a) researching the pathophysiology and treatment of hypertension b) studying guidelines for prevention of mother-to-child HIV transmission c) practicing hypothesis testing, or the ninth circle of statistical hell d) reading Cosmicomics, fresh from the library, while drinking a saffron g&t? That’s what I thought. ** it’s perfectly normal to be jealous of my Friday night.

Which of these options sounds like the most enjoyable way to spend a Friday afternoon, before going to see Coco Avant Chanel and eating popcorn and then drinking delicious cantaloupe-and-lemongrass flavoured cocktails in Gastown with beautiful, beautiful women?**

a) researching the pathophysiology and treatment of hypertension

b) studying guidelines for prevention of mother-to-child HIV transmission

c) practicing hypothesis testing, or the ninth circle of statistical hell

d) reading Cosmicomics, fresh from the library, while drinking a saffron g&t?

That’s what I thought.

** it’s perfectly normal to be jealous of my Friday night.




You know, I try to convince people that being a feminist isn’t about being crazy and vagina-centric and earnestly using words like “goddess” and “earth-mother”. But the problem is, there are people out there filling up Etsy stores with vagina-shaped pillows, vulva necklaces, uterus-shaped toys made to look like Frida Kahlo (I wish I was lying), vagina keychains, and lipbalm for your labia. And they just ruin everything for me.

You know, I try to convince people that being a feminist isn’t about being crazy and vagina-centric and earnestly using words like “goddess” and “earth-mother”.

But the problem is, there are people out there filling up Etsy stores with vagina-shaped pillows, vulva necklaces, uterus-shaped toys made to look like Frida Kahlo (I wish I was lying), vagina keychains, and lipbalm for your labia.

And they just ruin everything for me.




Listen up, Maine.  Look at this heterosexual couple.  One of them is wearing a BLANKET in PUBLIC.  How can you really think that it’s gay couples who are going to fuck up society?  YOU THINK THESE ARE THE PEOPLE FIT TO HAVE FAMILIES?  YOU THINK THEY HONOUR THE SANCTITY OF MARRIAGE WITH THEIR BLANKET-WEAR? A curse on both your houses, Maine and Snuggies.

Listen up, Maine.  Look at this heterosexual couple.  One of them is wearing a BLANKET in PUBLIC.  How can you really think that it’s gay couples who are going to fuck up society?  YOU THINK THESE ARE THE PEOPLE FIT TO HAVE FAMILIES?  YOU THINK THEY HONOUR THE SANCTITY OF MARRIAGE WITH THEIR BLANKET-WEAR?

A curse on both your houses, Maine and Snuggies.




» list of cats with fraudulent diplomas

Or: the internet has more treasures than I can ever know.

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