The original Manchurian Candidate?
Pretty sure one of my students cheated on his phonetics final. It’s take home. It’s open note. They have about a month from when it’s first assigned to when it’s due. I’m giving myself at least 12 hours before I contact him. Is there any more bittersweet time on the earth than Fin du Semestre? No, Gentle Reader, there…
It’s still wrong on Facebook and the comments are savage.
I think you need an affirmation. They’re so corny but they totally work. When you start to feel anxious repeat 5-10 times aloud, “I deserve this” (this also works really well if you say it in your head right as you climax!—sorry if that’s TMI). Who deserves a little fun more than you? NO ONE!
This pic is deluxe! Congratulations!
That was Penthouse. Playboy actually turned them down.
#corrections for the win.
Finding Neverland is about a different pedophile, JM Barrie, who wrote Peter Pan.
It’s a Shawnie O’Neil-style “Thank you for your services” moment.
Rreplace her. The peace of mind you’ll feel will be totally worth whatever financial hit you take. Your EP (CONGRATS!) art will represent you forever.
Mike Nesmith, heir to the liquid paper fortune, was the one in the wool hat. Peter Tork was the ‘goofy’ one, a characterization he despised and dismantled beautifully in the movie HEAD. He was also one of the Monkees who was actually a musician and not an actor.
Do you want to correct the dollar amount in the lede?
The original post was perfect.
I do. I have on and off since childhood but have consistently kept a journal of some sort since I quit smoking in 1997. It’s part bullet journal—I do a weekly meeting where I plan out my week—and part personal journal to record my thoughts, projects, and ideas.
I love having a day on my own of contemplation, gratitude, and a delightful meal. Today I did several loads of laundry, took a gorgeous walk in a delightfully deserted city, and made myself cider braised short ribs and polenta. So. Grateful.
Fuck The Gala; I can’t wait to see the exhibit at Met Fifth Avenue. The Heavenly Bodies exhibit at the main Met and The Cloisters were magical this year!
This is so awful. And I don’t know what you say to your sister in the same way I didn’t know what to say to my pregnant friend who lost her small child when someone plowed into them in a crosswalk. I also didn’t know what to say to her when she later lost the child she was carrying. I feel for your sister and you as…
I’m just getting home from The Met Cloisters in Ft. Tryon Park. Beautiful. The coolest parts of the Heavenly Bodies exhibit are there.