“I live for the reblogs, reblogs, reblogs
I live for the reblogs-blogs
Live for the reblogs-blogs
Live for the way you cheer and scream for me
The reblogs, reblogs, reblogs”—R-E-B-B-L-A-U-G (via odoriferouszephyrs)
“Since Google’s search engine is by definition a natural monopoly, it should therefore be seen as a public utility, a private sector company providing a public service subjected to following certain rules.”—
Tina Dupuy at Dick and Sharon’s LA Progressive. Breaking Google’s Monopoly
ice 1.5 oz of a balanced dry gin, such as Beefeater (this one isn’t too heavy on the juniper or licorice notes as Tanqueray and Bombay Sapphire tend to be, respectively) top off with good quality tonic four-inch lime rind peel four-inch lemon rind peel
This one is a more traditional version of the drink that focuses heavily on its citrus notes. Before adding the citrus peels, squeeze them to emit the oils into your cocktail.
Be a lady in the streets and a dark, terrifying, chthonic hellbeast in the roads and alleyways, in the liminal, protean spaces from which people avert their gaze and speed past in unthinking, primal terror.
“On my show ‘Community’, a new script supervisor saw me on set and pulled me aside. With tears in her eyes, she said, “You moved me in ‘The Help’. If I had endured what Minny had, I would have put pooh in that pie, too.” I didn’t have the heart to tell her that she had mistaken me for my buddy Octavia Spencer. So I said, “Thank you so much.” Later I texted Octavia that she was making White women cry on the Paramount lot. We had a good laugh.”—Yvette Nicole Brown, Essence Magazine (September 2012)