Ever since I switched shampoo, everyone has just been loving my hair.
stealth baby k scores mouth full of aunt m’s hair. win!
Ever since I switched shampoo, everyone has just been loving my hair.
stealth baby k scores mouth full of aunt m’s hair. win!
Nancy Pelosi’s Morning Power Walk
On a recent Friday, Nancy Pelosi, the Democratic Minority Leader of the House of Representatives, showed up for her morning power walk along the Potomac. It was nine o’clock, and she had been up for hours. She had read several newspapers. Her lipstick was perfect, her hair was professionally styled, and she had on an impeccable white running jacket over black jogging pants. “This is like noon for me,” she said. Instead of carrying weights when she walks, Pelosi, who is seventy-one, carries an iPhone—and uses it incessantly.
- Jane Mayer catches up with the indefatigable Nancy Pelosi during one of her morning power walks: http://nyr.kr/tF1TEs
Nancy Pelosi, 100% Pure gangster.
(Source: misswallflower)
This is 7 kinds of awesome. Also, judging by the following collective nouns —
it looks like pipers and jugglers had it hard in the 15th century. Much like today, where the world is full of honest, hard-working, pipers who just cannot catch a break.
- A heard of harlots
- A bevy of ladies
- A riches of matrons
- A gaggle of women
- A nonpatience of wives
- A multiply of husbands
- A rout of knights
- A host of soldiers
- A host of men
- A fellowship of yeomen
- A state of princes
- A thought of barons
- A congregation of people
- A prudence of vicaries
- A superfluity of nuns
- A school of clerics
- A converting of preachers
- A scull of friars
- An abominable sight of monks
- An example of martyrs
- An observance of hermits
- A pontifica of prelates
- A dignity of canons
- A charge of curates
- A discretion of priests
- A disworhip of scots
- A doctrine of doctors
- A sentence of judges
- A damning of jurors
- An eloquence of lawyers
- A rascal of boys
- A blush of boys
- An obesiance of servants
- A draught of butlers
- A proud showing of tailors
- A temperance of cooks
- A stalk of fosters
- A laughter of ostlers
- A glossing of taverners
- A malepertness of peddlers
- A thrave of threshers
- A squat of dawbers
- A fighting of beggars
- A seat of ushers
- An untruth of sumners
- A melody of harpers
- A poverty of pipers
- A tabernacle of bakers
- A disguising of tailors
- A bleach of souters
- A smear of curriers
- A cluster of churls
- An Incredibility of cuckolds
- A faith of merchants
- A provision of stewards of houses
- A credence of sewers
- An embruing of carvers
- A blast of hunters
- A safeguard of porters
- A threatening of courteours
- A lying of pardoners
- A misbelieve of painters
- A lath of carters
- A scolding of gamesters
- A wandering of tinkers
- A worship of writers
- A never thriving of jugglers
- A feast of brewers
- A goring of butchers
- A drunken ship of cobblers
Sometimes I take my laptop to Starbucks. Sometimes I have to plug that sucker in, and there are no plugs near by, so I run my cord into a plug that’s kind of far away. And I feel about it, like I’m making myself too at home in a public location.
Then I saw this guy- 1 extension cord, 1 power strip, 6 different things to plug into it. Also, he rolled inside wearing ski goggles (they’re sitting on the chair.)
I’ve known about it for 3 years. Each year I seriously considered doing it - circling around, buying things — books, computer programs, pens, fancy journals — and each year, I successfully managed to talk myself out of it.
Last year, one of my high school classmates notified peeps on facebook that, even though she wasn’t a writer, was going to do it. A few months later, she posted that she’d sold her manuscript.
This year, fuck it. Imma NaNoWriMo all up in this bitch.
The New York Post takes pun-headlines to the next level.
Working In the USC library and I just got invited to a frat party this weekend. It’s good to know ‘ol Marzipan’s still got it!
Everybody does one gig for free to get started, but it’s usually something small scale, like an independent film, which wouldn’t have the money to pay you anyway. My first PA gig was on such a film for six weeks. All I asked for was three meals a day, and I got it. After establishing myself on the set as a capable young man, shortly thereafter I was hired as a PAID PA and never did a freebie again.
Seriously, if you’re a studio/producer/UPM on MAJOR motion picture and you are not paying a kid at least $100 a day to make coffee, answer phones, get lunch and make copies you are a cheap, miserable motherfucker.
When I saw this article I my first thought was — yeah, the film industry is full of shitty jobs, get over it. You will most probably have a boss at some point who didn’t go to college and is waiting to shit all over you and your fancy degree, and will take special pleasure in watching you clean out garbage cans But at least you’re getting paid.
No one likes a complainer, and when you’re fresh out of school you don’t want to be that person who says “I”m sorry, this is not in my job description.” The line between intern and PA is a thin one — Lunch and coffee, Intern. Anything trash related, PA. Answering the phone, Intern. Rolling calls for 3 hours, Assistant. 8 hour day, intern. 12 hour day, PA. — but at a certain point, there has to be some sort of delineation.
These guys may be complainers, but they make a fair point, no one should be expected to work for free.