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I hereby vow to be less of a lazyass. I’m not saying I’m going to work out or anything, but I might clean the apartment and make dinner instead of getting fast food and leaving the trash laying around.
I think not really having a direction, hobby, or close (nearby) friends has crippled my self respect. I make it through one day after another without any sense of accomplishment. Sure, I work 10+ hours a day and make (mostly) alright money. The killer is that that’s all I do. I consistently don’t do enough to feel good about going to sleep. It’s like I still haven’t been productive enough to feel like I deserve sleep. I made dinner tonight with enough leftovers for the lady to eat when she gets off work. I need to do dishes tomorrow and clean the living room. Then clean the litter box. Then straighten my side of the bed. Clear my crap off the dresser. Clean the sink and bathtub.
I know if anyone were to read this, they’d wonder why I felt the need to let the world know what chores I’ve got lined up. I did it to use the world to embarrass me into action. yay!

We used to think that breast milk was just a food and that it was filled with fats and proteins and vitamins and that formula companies were successfully able to mimic this. But we now know that there are substances in breast milk that exist almost at the same levels that are not digestible by infants. So what are they doing there? It turns out, they’re digestible by beneficial bacteria. So over millions of years, the mother has been creating a substance that will recruit useful bacteria into her infant’s gut and this sets her infant up for life. So as much as breast milk is a food, we also now understand that it’s also a medicine.

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—	Florence Williams on the benefits of breast milk (via nprfreshair) Boobies!

brain-food:

Star Wars/Tank Girl mashup by James Hance

Gah! Love!

When I moved from Austin to Fort Worth I never realized how much I would miss being able to see my dad.
I can see now that I did exactly what he did. I made the mistake of thinking that growing up meant being independent. What it actually means is that you realize how nice it was to be able to depend on others.
I think that’s the thing that I struggle with the most. I miss my friends. I miss my family. My wife works a different shift than I do and we’ll go several days without seeing each other.
I would give anything to have my dad wake me up at some ungodly hour and be drag me out to some mosquito infested swamp to go fishing.
Being an adult can get really lonely.
I remember when I couldn’t wait to be grown up. Sometimes I wonder if everyone else is faking it too.

brain-food:

Jeffrey Brown

Oh mah gawd. I want this.

neil-gaiman:

Today is Thursday. I pick her up from an airport on Wednesday, and we drive to a friend’s wedding.

I think I may post a Moment of Amanda for the next few days. Here’s herself singing CREEP - with a Polish translator. I’m in here too (I’d just done a Q&A in Empick, a Warsaw Bookshop, and Amanda sang afterwards.)

There’s something gloriously funny about Creep with translations. Even if you do not speak Polish.

I absolutely love Neil Gaiman for his love of his wife, Amanda Palmer. They are both fantastic.
This may be the greatest covers of Radiohead’s Creep performed with a ukulele and translated into polish I’ve ever heard.

brain-food:

FOR THE LOVE OF GOD PLAY IT AT THE 3:30 MARK. ITS ABSOLUTELY MAGICAL.

This should be the only sobriety test ever given worldwide.

This is totally awesome. Don’t give up on it before you hit 3:30. It’s worth it. Promise.

Nothing screams “I haven’t read them both” as loudly as someone comparing Battle Royale to The Hunger Games.

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—	Me (via wilwheaton)

I love the simplicity of this.