Aww now hush. Megellen just reblogged my pic of some bat drinking
a smoothie. It made me feel like a million bucks. I should pay her, for hearting my crap and making me believe someone is actually reading my blog.
megellen: I love reading your blog! And you found a picture of a flippin fruit bat drinking a smoothie. Grade-A internet gold and it fills the empty bat hole in my black heart. Tumblr has its flaws. Pretty sure most tumblrs can’t buy their own beer. Epic slice of whine pie mostly, etc. You have to be choosy and add and slash who you follow with reckless abandon. All that good stuff.
The platform is awesome! Mooooooove on over……Lucy commands you with her laser eyeballs.
“Hi, you’ve reached the Friars. You’re probably trying our house line because we didn’t answer our cellphones. It’s 2011, we’d feel like assholes if we didn’t have them, but we never carry them on us or answer them when they ring. Nor do we intend to ever. While we acknowledge that reaching us in an emergency is like using a snow day phone tree where everyone but you is already fucking dead, that’s just part of our charm. If you’d like to communicate with us in the next month or so, please send a falcon. Tell it to whisper in the ear of another, local, falcon, who will then fly to our windowsill and tap your message out in Morse code. He’s still learning, so it might not be verbatim, but we’ll get the gist.”—
While coming home from a shabbas one night, a writer from Jezebel experienced what is possibly a NYC rite of passage— being followed through the subway by a creepy old guy with his dick out, masturbating to the mere presence of a female.