Paul Newman and Joanne Woodward, 1960s
I don’t even care. I don’t even care. I’m reblogging this. Deal with this trombone. Deal with this love.
(Source: squirmedstoic)
Paul Newman and Joanne Woodward, 1960s
I don’t even care. I don’t even care. I’m reblogging this. Deal with this trombone. Deal with this love.
(Source: squirmedstoic)

Rebecca spotted these dog Uggs tonight during our adventure to Bed, Bath & Beyond (and various other Hampton hot spots). They were definitely the gem of the night.
My friend Nate sent me this video in an email titled “Is this you?” with the following text:
“Did you make this video?”
Makes my day!
This quote makes me sick. People who think this quote is valid make me sick. The JoePa worship makes me sick.
JoePa didn’t make Penn State a better place. He was an immoral, shameless, selfish, weak individual who placed the success of his football program above the well-being of abused children by protecting their molester in his facility. He was complicit in numerous sexual assaults by allowing the abuse to continue - unreported to the police. His hubris in assuming he should be allowed to coach another season after these allegations came to light is mind-boggling. Not once did I sense a modicum of shame from him or the students who claim to support him.
In fact, PSU’s students have been equally disgusting in their response. If I were in charge at the university I would have shut down the football program for at least a year - more if necessary - to teach the idiotic student body the basics of human decency.
My feeds and timelines are full of “God Bless, JoePa” statuses, which leaves me with the difficult task of explaining to all these simplistic morons that JoePa isn’t being blessed by any God; he’s been called to his eternal home by Satan.
Save your well-wishes and prayers for the victims.
One of the nicest compliments I’ve ever received was from my high school friend Sam Grimes. After exchanging our first few messages over gchat in college, Sam wrote:
Oh my God. You type exactly how you talk. Freaky!
This has always stuck with me because, as a writer, sometimes I worry that my “voice” is inauthentic or stilted. But when those worries do cross my mind, I remember this compliment and that I don’t just write well - I write like Lucy!