I got my Google Voice invite today, and a (pretty cool, I think!) phone number with it. It’s easy to remember, at least. I’m looking forward to playing with voicemail transcription for sure. Free domestic calls, too. Wheeeee.
I’m waiting for my last load of laundry to get done, although I’ll probably pack in the morning. Rebecca and I are probably leaving around 10am to go to the lake for the weekend, where we’ll meet up with my family, JD, Amanda and Jen. We’re going to party total crazy.
I re-strung and adjusted the action on my old acoustic guitar. It sounds… less bad?
I had these gross eel-like things in my fishtank when I was a kid, and I’ve told stories about their general creepy-ness many times growing up. For the longest time, though, I just couldn’t remember what they were called. They looked sort of like elephant trunks that wriggled through the water.
I am no longer confused! They were Caecilian Worms. This page describes them to a T, including their tendency to escape from their fishtanks.

copycats:
Maps by Bryce Avary
originally by Yeah Yeah Yeahs
(via thornshavetheirroses)
Mr. Rocket Summer is pretty scary in black and white. I like this cover—I might like it more without video—but I honestly can’t hear this song without hearing Karen O’s voice in my head.
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Artist: Regina Spektor
Song: Eet
Album: Far
Probably my favorite song from the album.
Basically, I’m never able to admit that I’m good at something, because I feel like I’m bragging.
I guess my question is, “How does one admit when asked that he or she is good at something without feeling like a braggart?”
Why are you picking on the Post Office? For 44 cents, someone comes to your house, picks up some piece of crap you wrote, and takes it to Wyoming on a plane!
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Jon Stewart, pointing out to House minority leader John Boehner that perhaps the United States Postal Service is a bad example of government mismanagement, on The Daily Show (via inothernews)
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Original London Cast of “My Fair Lady” - Show Me
Words!
Words! Words! I’m so sick of words!
I get words all day through;
First from him, now from you! Is that all you blighters can do?
Don’t talk of stars burning above; If you’re in love,
Show me! Tell me no dreams
Filled with desire. If you’re on fire,
Show me! Here we are together in the middle of the night!
Don’t talk of spring! Just hold me tight!
Anyone who’s ever been in love’ll tell you that.
This is no time for a chat! Haven’t your lips
Longed for my touch? Don’t say how much,
Show me! Show me! Don’t talk of love lasting through time.
Make me no undying vow. Show me now!
Sing me no song! Read me no rhyme!
Don’t waste my time, Show me!
Don’t talk of June, Don’t talk of fall!
Don’t talk at all! Show me!
Never do I ever want to hear another word.
There isn’t one I haven’t heard.
Here we are together in what ought to be a dream;
Say one more word and I’ll scream!
Haven’t your arms Hungered for mine?
Please don’t “expl’ine,” Show me! Show me!
Don’t wait until wrinkles and lines
Pop out all over my brow,
Show me now!
I’m considering competing in this. It will depend on if I have enough spare time to put together an entry that’ll make me proud. This is basically the progeny of two things that I love.