So according to this diagram, I’m more of a dweeb than a nerd, since I’m not all that obsessive. Ah well, Fierce and Dweeby just doesn’t have the same ring. Let me know what you are in the comments. [Topless Robot]
Rumors are that magazine and newspaper subscriptions will be able to be purchased on the iPad bookstore, which could mean that even more people bypass the tree-based-media in favor of the new electronic one. But how many of us are actually paying for news anyway these days? Reading the newspaper is so grandpa.
a yearlong diary in three-line poems by Jeff Rogers, day 221 Nostradamus Graffiti Weeks away from office and political tectonics have shifted. Inner circle’s inside out. Turvy’s turned Topsy and Topsy’s gone underground. And what is that fresh handwriting On my cubicle wall? Looks alot like Nostradamus’s gossipy and grim-minded scrawl.
… if I ever post of video of Betty doing anything remotely close to this. [Source: Angry Black Lady Chronicles]
Ernessa said when Betty asks for a phone, this is what we should get her. I doubt she would know what to do with it, but it looks damn good. Get yours here
Something you might not know about me is that I hate asking for favors. I imagine that if I could see and read the minds of all of my IRL friends right now, they would be wrinkling their foreheads and thinking, “Wait, Ernessa just asked my ass for a favor the other day. All she [...]
Okay, no one guessed correctly that yesterday’s lyric was from “Girls” by the Beastie Boys, and now we’re tied going into Soundtrack Wednesday of Misogynist Songs That I Like Anyway Week. I don’t think women are interchangeable as long as they’re hot and can cook, yet I often find myself humming this song as I [...]
. Proof of Nerd ID by Charles Cron DISEASE OF THE WEEK EDITION The English word for the ailment “gout” is also the French word for “taste.” Current Mood Photo Credit: Phillip Torrone
. a life-in-books by Amy Brown On my spring break in Mexico this past week, I’ve been gorging myself. On piña coladas, guacamole and arrachera, yes, but also on Sherlock Holmes. Vacations are the perfect time for re-reading, I’ve found. With no pressure to accomplish anything, I feel no guilt at all swimming back through [...]
a yearlong diary in three-line poems by Jeff Rogers, day 220 First Awake Impressions That air that can only be of late late night’s early early morning, charcoal gray, Sliding through our sliding glass door just cracked to our balcony: moist, tasting Of water vapor, and carrying the sparse chirps and high calls of the [...]
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