You should’ve seen the exasperation of the poll worker, an elderly lady with a thick Russian accent, when she tried to give me a handful of these stickers.
"For your kids."
"I don’t have kids."
"For your girlfriend!"
"I don’t have a girlfriend."
"Give them to co-workers!"
Thank god I have a job. See, you can partake in democracy and have a ready-made blog post about your feels.
The game is rigged but you can pretend for one minute that it isn’t.
Does the Keeng like Grant Hart? Probably not.
The Talmadge Hill Metro-North Railroad station is a railroad station in the Talmadge Hill section of New Canaan, Connecticut, along the New Canaan Branch of the New Haven Line. It is officially located at 1 Talmadge Hill Road in New Canaan.
The station is 39 miles (63 km) away from Grand Central Terminal, between Springdale and New Canaan stations, the latter of which is the line’s terminus. No connecting buses are available.
The Talmadge Hill station has a central shelter typical of other small stations on the New Haven line. The shelter seats eight. Right next to it, the station has a second shelter for commuters to stand in and, at both ends of the long platform, two smaller shelters, also without seats. Parking is on several terraced levels. There are 2 parking lots to the west of the station and to the east there are 6 lots. The 2 lots furthest to the east are for daily parking which is $5 per day. There is no overnight parking for daily customers. All other lots are for monthly commuters who must be residents of New Canaan.
"hey man i saw a couple of crazy guys who were crazy from the heat yelling at each other over some piles of melting trash in the street on stanton as i went to buy a nice bottle of cold lambrusco so maybe i dunno it’s like you get what you give”
“People ask me, ‘What are you most proud of?’ I think I’m most proud of the fact that I moved here. I tried it. Nothing happens unless you set the wheels in motion. So to me, that was everything — whether those wheels squeaked a lot or didn’t move sometimes didn’t matter. I could walk home from a comedy club at three in the morning, no money, after I bombed in front of four Dutch sailors and was like, ‘Yes!’ I loved … every … minute … of it.” — Jon Stewart
If you haven’t lived in New York, you won’t get this.
(Source: entertainingtheidea, via purns)
Let this be a lesson. If you don’t want pics of yourself online, don’t live.
I’ll tell you about punk rock: punk rock is a word used by dilettantes and, uh, heartless manipulators, about music that takes up the energies, and the bodies, and the hearts and the souls and the time and the minds of young men who give what they have to it, and give everything they have to it. And it’s a term that’s based on contempt; it’s a term that’s based on fashion, style, elitism, satanism, and, everything that’s rotten about rock ‘n’ roll. I don’t know Johnny Rotten but I’m sure he puts as much blood and sweat into what he does as Sigmund Freud did.
You see, what sounds to you like a big load of trashy old noise is in fact the brilliant music of a genius - myself. And that music is so powerful, that it’s quite beyond my control. And, when I’m in the grips of it, I don’t feel pleasure and I don’t feel pain, either physically or emotionally. Do you understand what I’m talking about? Have you ever, have you ever felt like that? When you just, when you just, you couldn’t feel anything, and you didn’t want to either. You know, like that? Do you understand what I’m saying, sir?