I bought Marvin Gaye’s I Want You tonight in near mint condition for $7 which I thought was a steal. Little did I know that the first side is actually some song definitely not by Gaye (I think Lupe Fiasco, but I’m not totally sure about that) repeated three times in a row.
You said it would be a vacation! A vacation from ourselves!
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Source: myworldofmadness
No.. Just no Netflix.
Merry Christmas! Would you like to play a 2-hour-long show of offbeat and vintage Christmas music, with Bob Dylan as your DJ? You’re in luck! Here is Dylan’s 2006 Christmas show from “Theme Time Radio Hour,” his late-’00s program on Sirius. The playlist — posted here — runs from Leadbelly to ’50s mambo to Johnny Paycheck singing “Jingle Bells.” (But none of Dylan’s own recordings). Along the way Dylan tells jokes and historical tidbits, answers e-mail from listeners and gives out his recipe for figgy pudding. (Download the show here.)
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Source: peterfeld
One more reason to quit smoking
It’s getting increasingly harder to sneak off to have one without a family member noticing.
Hi there, 1999 Tina Fey, who is making a cameo on Upright Citizens Brigade season 2, which I love. You are about to start doin’ big thangs real soon.
Rob Corddry right next to her?
Source: anfscu
Several years ago, I was living in New York and working for an airline, so I never got home to Alabama for Christmas—if, indeed, I got the day off. To a displaced Southerner, Christmas in New York can be rather a melancholy occasion, not because the scene is strange to one far from home, but because it is familiar: New York shoppers evince the same singleness of purpose as slow moving Southerners; Salvation Army bands and Christmas carols are alike the world over: at that time of year, New York streets shine wet with the same gentle farmer’s rain that soaks Alabama’s winter fields.
I missed Christmas away from home, I thought. What I really missed was a memory, an old memory of people long since gone, of my grandparents’ house bursting with cousins, smilax, and holly. I missed the sound of hunting boots, the sudden open-door gusts of chilly air that cut through the aroma of pine needles and oyster dressing. I missed my brother’s night-before-Christmas mask of rectitude and my father’s bumblebee bass humming “Joy to the World.”
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One reason why I always gain 15 lbs visiting home for Christmas
- Grandmother: Are you hungry?
- Me: Nah, I just had a sandwich
- -- An hour and a half later --
- Grandmother: Are you hungry? I know you're starving. I heated up some roast and mashed potatoes, plus made some potato soup and fresh cornbread, there's also rotel dip and chips if you want it...
- Me: But I'm not....
- Me thinking: Damnit, she went to all that trouble even though I said I wasn't hungry.. Well, I'll just be polite and have..
- Me: A bowl of soup, I guess. Thanks grandmother.
- -- After I have a bowl of soup and some cornbread AND some roast --
- Grandmother: Get you some more! There's plenty there for you! Get you another bowl of soup, you didn't even try the rotel dip, there's a whole pound cake too if you want some dessert, why don't you get you a slice?
- Me thinking: Are you kidding me? I wasn't even hungry to begin with! Then you guilted me into a bowl of soup and some other stuff I really didn't even want?!.... But you are my grandmother and I only see you every once in a while and this seems to make you so happy...
- Me: I guess I could eat a small slice of the pound cake
- -- 10 minutes later on the couch --
- Me thinking: UGH SO FULL How did she trick me again???
- -- 3 hours later --
- Grandmother: You hungry?
