1. getoutoftherecat:

    jeeze, cat, buy a girl a drink first.

    Cats have no sense of propriety, thank goodness.

     

  2. fuckyouthesearecats:

    Yeah, we see you, we don’t care because fuck you we’re cats.

    When you’re a cat,  you’re a cat all the way.

    (via getoutoftherecat)

     

  3. “Old lunch meat” is just about how I’m feeling about myself today.

    (Source: boggle-)

     

  4. For your Saturday listening pleasure, “Beck’s Bolero”. Jeff Beck and some impressive friends. Take that, Ravel. 

     

  5. Miguel Brieva, en http://www.clismon.net/

    “We’re happy, because we protect what’s ours!”

    (Source: miniyo, via conflictingideas)

     

  6. Jamón Barbie. This is how you do a meat dress, Gaga.

     


  7. a lovely spring wine cocktail

    kitchenmike:

    mix sauvignon blanc
    the juice of half a mandarin or tangelo
    a slight sprinkle of roasted fennel seed

    a sprig of fresh fennel frond on the stem to mix and socialize with for nervous drinkers who don’t know what to do with their hands

    eat the fennel frond when the glass has been filled and drained many times to taste, before dins is served. for the adventurous, add a splash of cointreau with each refill. 

    As dinner will probably be a bit late, due to the chef having a bit of a tantrum over a cloudy gimlet, guests may need to commune more intensely with the sauvignon. In that case, stuff a sprig of rosemary up the spout of the wine box, drop a can of Fresca all over the living room floor for the cats and dogs to frolic in, and spritz a little lavender Febreeze in the blades of the box fan on the fire escape. For mood lighting, steal the host’s fake Zippo lighter, ignite it and put in on the coffee table where the cat’s tail may meld with its flame and make the magic of the night complete. 

    (via wooliebear)

     

  8. raincoaster:

    rogerwilkerson:

    Gimlet - 1959

    not a properly-made Gimlet, that’s for sure. Lime juice isn’t clear.

    Depends on your definition of properly made. Rose’s Lime Juice can make a clear gimlet, but I can’t drink gin.I  I do vodka, so I guess I’m disqualified from the contest or the human race.

     

  9. raincoaster:

    the-13th-floor:

    artist unknown

    THEY are coming.

    Meh. Bunch’a Marys.

     


  10. peterfeld:

    “If You Want To Be A Bird,” The Holy Modal Rounders. Happy 4/20 from 1969!

    Easy RIder, right, Peter? Beekman Cinema, I think?

    (Source: damnedbluecollartweeker)

     


  11. peterfeld:

    “If You Want To Be A Bird,” The Holy Modal Rounders. Happy 4/20 from 1969!

    (Source: damnedbluecollartweeker)

     

  12. choire:

    Can you REALLY just drop a footnote like that and walk away?

    You can if you’re Choire, who gives my life a little more meaning  every once in a what the ffook.  

     

  13. getoutoftherecat:

    no, cat. you’re doing it wrong.

    Hanging Cat Tower? You mean there’s finally a way to punish rogue cats? I mean, hanging’s extreme, but if they won’t reform…

     


  14. From Hadley Freeman, one of my favorite Guardian writers. Ten signs you are having a non-awesome date (possibly autobiographical)

    • The date ends so early you stop off in Topshop on your way home, slightly drunk and buy a dress.

    • As you walk into the restaurant for this first date, his face falls. “Oh,” he says. “I thought you were the other one.”

    • “I don’t mean to sound racist but…”

    • Somewhere in between the first and second course, it transpires that he once slept with your sister.

    • You turn up, as primped and preened as a shih tzu at Crufts, only to realise he not only saw this as just a friendly coffee, but brought his girlfriend along to boot.

    • He starts crying halfway through and you find yourself reassuring him that you’re sure he’ll get back together with his ex-girlfriend as they’re obviously meant to be together (yes, just like Steve Guttenberg does at the beginning of Three Men And A Baby – exactly that. You are Steve Guttenberg).

    • “You want to go home now? Man, Jews always leave early, don’t you?”

    • You have to wash your face when you get home because it is sticky with his slobbery saliva from when he licked your face. Literally, licked your face.

    • “You’re how old and you’re still single? Tick tock tick tock!”

     

  15. felistella:

    ughwhocares:

    jenjay:

    washingtonpoststyle:

    jerismithready:

    I just fell in love with New Zealand.

    After passing a marriage equality bill, the Parliament spontaneously broke into the Maori love song “Pokarekare ana.”

    Lawmaking is usually messy at its best and downright grisly at its worst. When it’s beautiful, like this, it should be celebrated.

    (Hat tip to @robertflorence, Scottish comedian extraordinaire, for linking the video on Twitter.)

    U.S. Congressmen: Please incorporate more singing into the running of the U.S. Government.

    Congress would be better if there were more flowers, singing, and ladies wearing fabulous hats while voting.

    I cried

    Perfect.

    Wonderful. But please, don’t give Joe Biden ideas (I mean about singing and hats and flowers.)

    (via conflictingideas)