Killing Time

Language, literature, and history fiend. Addicted to TV on DVD and shows about killing demons. Insomniac with narcoleptic tendencies. Avid reader of children's books and paperback conspiracy thrillers. Makes impossibly long reading lists then disregards them completely. Spends ridiculous amounts of money at used book stores and never regrets a penny. Loves buying expensive clothes and shoes on clearance. Aspires to be a delightful mix of Nigella Lawson and Julia Child...on a budget and a diet.

I have the biggest spider in the world trapped under a cup (thanks, Mom).  I obviously won’t be sleeping tonight, so I should probably go downstairs and run since my lazy ass went to a lunch and a movie today instead….except the treadmill is in the basement aka home of ALL THE SPIDERS so that’s probably not going to happen.

BTW, if you want to feel equally lazy, fat, and inspired, go see First Position.  You’ll thank God for normal parents and curse him for your concrete joints.  It’s awesome.  Those kids are nuts. 

hisnamewasbeanni:

foxfacemellark:

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rubdown:

maycontainninjas:

Once upon a time, there came a day, a day unlike any other… when Earth’s mightiest heroes found themselves united against a common threat… to fight the foes no single superhero could withstand… on that day, The Avengers were born.

YES OH MY GOD THIS IS BETTER.  I mean I love Nick Fury as Mr. Bubbles more.  Totally fits.  yes. good. 

I’m shaving my head over this right now. 

close up the internet, i’m done.

^^^^

I can no longer remember if Stark ever actually said “Boom, baby!” or if I’ve just imagined it.

(Source: bartonesque, via girlwithalessonplan)

It’s not as if I don’t have anything to read; there’s a tower of perfectly good unread books next to my bed, not to mention the shelves of books in the living room I’ve been meaning to reread. I find myself, maddeningly, hungry for the next one, as yet unknown. I no longer try to analyze this hunger; I capitulated long ago to the book lust that’s afflicted me most of my life.

—Lewis Buzbee, The Yellow-Lighted Bookshop (via prettybooks)

Suddenly I felt a little envious of him. I am the neurological opposite of a psychopath in that I feel anxious almost all the time. It must be great to not constantly feel like you’ve got someone living inside of your face, shooting you with a taser.

—Jon Ronson reading an excerpt of The Psychopath Test on This American Life. (via whydoihaveablog)

A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies. The man who never reads lives only one.

—George R.R. Martin (via sarisafari)

(Source: sirmitchell, via prettybooks)

girlwithalessonplan:

thedailywhat:

Movie Trailer of the Day: Flashy first trailer for Moulin Rouge director Baz Luhrmann’s movie adaptation of F. Scott Fitzgerald’s The Great Gatsby, starring Tobey Maguire as narrator Nick Carraway, Carey Mulligan as Daisy Buchanan, and Leonardo DiCaprio as the titular Gatsby.

Here’s the official synopsis:

The Great Gatsby follows Fitzgerald-like, would-be writer Nick Carraway as he leaves the Midwest and comes to New York City in the spring of 1922, an era of loosening morals, glittering jazz and bootleg kings.

Chasing his own American Dream, Nick lands next door to a mysterious, party-giving millionaire, Jay Gatsby, and across the bay from his cousin, Daisy, and her philandering, blue-blooded husband, Tom Buchanan. It is thus that Nick is drawn into the captivating world of the super rich, their illusions, loves and deceits. As Nick bears witness, within and without the world he inhabits, he pens a tale of impossible love, incorruptible dreams and high-octane tragedy, and holds a mirror to our own modern times and struggles.

The Great Gatsby opens in 3D on December 25th.

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Shut up and take my Christmas money.  

My ass will be planted in a theater seat still in Christmas PJs.  CAN. NOT. WAIT. “I wish I’d done everything on earth with you.”

Salt

dansign:

“Salt is the only rock directly consumed by man. It corrodes but preserves, desiccates but is wrested from the water. It has fascinated man for thousands of years not only as a substance he prized and was willing to labour to obtain, but  also as a generator of poetic and of mythic meaning. The contradictions it embodies only intensify its power and its links with experience of the sacred.”

Margaret Visser, 20th century author