Even with the Godfather joke in the beginning of the episode, I did not see Luke’s Phil-coordinated reign of terror coming at all, which made it all the more hilarious. This is proof that the writers should get dark more often — and insert more pop culture homages, for that matter.
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This was spot on. Between Modern Family and the AHS finale, I was pleasantly surprised and satisfied with television last night.
(Speaking of the (superb) AHS finale, I feel as if it could have had even more impact and connection to the rest of the story if they showed old Lana and her fame earlier in the season. Just a thought.)
Day 9 - January 9, 2013: Blake may be the most trendy person in Champion. Maybe even the world. BMW car, BMW hoodie, iPhone 5, Starbucks after the gym and a Dunkin’ Donuts gift card. Is there anything missing?
After watching all the sweet romantic videos that people create with their clips, I thought I’d give it a try, and who knew that iMovie would be so easy to use?!
Anyway, I’ve been feeling a bit nostalgic lately. As my relationship seems to have stalled and even gone backwards from where we were a little over a year ago, I thought I would revisit one of the moments where we felt most “in love.” (I say “in love” because we hadn’t even said I Love You when this video was shot; we were freshly dating and Matt had invited me to Oregon to pick up Rock and meet his family. Regardless of if we said it, this is one of the first moments that I started falling in love with him, and it was clear then that he loved me.
The song is David Barnes, Nothing Fancy (Acoustic.) This film is most meaningful for the two actually in it, but I hope everyone enjoys the beautiful Oregon views and the song. :-)
This is an oldie (oldy?) that I completely forgot about until I found it floating around on Tumblr last week (thanks, collective internet archive/time capsule), but I think it still holds true. It is also a reminder that I am getting hungry and need to go make lunch.
If you want me to do a chart based on your lunch, please drop me a line in the comments (first come, first served).
Found as I wait for my pan to heat up so that I can, in fact, cook some grilled cheese. :-)
Well, it’s certainly going to be an interesting Christmas this year. My heart strings have been tugged with every rip of a Christmas card envelope, and Skyping while opening gifts from my parents just wasn’t quite the same. As I get older, I always think it’s going to get easier being so far from my friends and family, but year after year I just feel more and more disconnected.
Along with age comes a sense of mortality, and once you realize you’re going to die (eventually) you start to realize that you are missing out on SO MUCH. I’m missing my nephew’s first Christmas. I’m missing my favorite midnight mass at the church that’s been part of my very blood. (Literally, I started going there when I was in the womb.) Christmas morning mimosas. Nan’s special anchovy pasta on Christmas Eve. The tiniest things carve the biggest hole in our hearts.
Growing up and falling in love means extending your family; this is by no means a bad thing. It definitely requires effort, especially when you find that family is very, very different from your own. But different doesn’t mean horrible, and I find them all actually pretty wonderful.
With Christmas day being a week from today, I’m feeling very homesick. So I write this to encourage everyone else out there who may be spending their Holiday in a new environment for the first time (and to pep talk myself). I encourage you to not focus on the things that you will be missing, but on the new experiences. Let’s remain patient, and positive, because in reality it isn’t about Christmas morning mimosas, it’s about celebrating the birth of Jesus Christ, and about spending time with family (even if it’s a brand new family.) Merry Christmas. :-)
The Black Book of Colors by Menena Cottin
I stumbled across this while looking for a book for my cousin’s new baby. I was so intrigued by the whole idea. On each left page there was words written in braille and then again in white text. It was the description of colors, according to how a blind child would experience. On the right there were raised etchings of what each page was describing. It’s so beautiful.
One page in particular that really caught my attention was the one describing the color red. It talked about how red is how it feels to bite into a ripe strawberry, or the stinging on your knee after you fall down. Blue was the feeling of sunshine on your face.
It’s just so astounding that someone managed this, as the idea of how to describe a color to someone who has no reference has always fascinated and baffled me.