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thingsorganizedneatly:

Post It Notes II

kari-shma:

San Francisco’s veines (by davidbouchat)

(via hoorayforcryptids)

bigbadspaceship:

Excellent diagram explaining the difference between sex, gender and orientation.

via metafilter

edited to correct link

This is great and very informative and also cute.

shirtoid:

Goonies Data Costume available at 80sTees

winklevoss:

Paul: So, Artie, you’ve come crawling back.
Art: It’s very nice that you would invite me on your show, Paul. Thanks a lot.
Paul: Movies are over now?
Art: Well… (adjusts microphone)
Paul: Little two part harmony? 
Art: I’ll try it again, see if it works this time. 

Saturday Night Live (Season 1, Episode 2)

jukeboxloves:

Ben loves this parking lot.

This makes me really happy. I could stand in that parking lot for ages trying to figure out what song it was…

immlass:

I think this is the decision process in my house in a nutshell.

Yup.

bluishorange:

unsustainable:

So, Table For One is a “single-serving Tumblr” (as named in the largely dismissive and defensive Metafilter comments on “Loneliness is the most terrible poverty”) that, apparently, is more divisive than I would have expected. As a single lady who occasionally eats alone, I should probably be outraged or something, but I’m not. In fact, I started following it a couple of days ago, and I found it sort of encouraging. Like, Look at all these other people who are eating by themselves, instead of God, I’m so looooooooonely. I like to eat, by myself or with others, though, you know? And there comes a point at which you have to say, “If I wait for a partner to do ______ with, it means I have to wait.” And who doesn’t hate being made to wait?

Anyway, not to get too quirkyalone on you all, but MF’s response prompted a bit of thought on my part, which leads me to say this: Being single does not make you a lesser/worse person, and having a partner doesn’t mean you’re a better person. I’ve been both, you know? I’m the same girl, even when I’m not a girlfriend or a wife. Shit falls apart, as the poem sort of goes. And, moreover, sometimes it doesn’t even have to fall apart to be shit.

So, in summary: People in relationships, don’t be so smug — you’ve hardly got it all figured out; people who are alone, don’t be so defensive — you don’t have it all figured out, either. There’s a middle ground and most of us spend the bulk of our lives in that middle ground, single or partnered, and whether or not there’s some blogger around to take a picture of us.

I love being alone. Here’s a conversation Brendan and I had after our lunch break from scuba lessons last weekend.

Me: <acting snippy and lame throughout lunch>

Brendan: Are you okay?

Me: I feel really irritable.

Brendan: I noticed. Any idea why?

Me: I haven’t spent any time alone since Wednesday night.

Brendan: Oh.

Me: I know it’s not a basic human necessity like air or water or whatever, but…

Brendan: For you it is.

Me: Yeah.

I am a person in a relationship, but I spent most of my twenties un-partnered. I lived alone for nearly ten years, and there were a few months in there where I lived alone AND was unemployed, and barely left my apartment. I’m so used to being alone that the first week I got my dog I thought I might have to take her back to the shelter, because having her in the house made me feel like I never got any time by myself.

Dogs are easy to be alone with, though, so I got used to it, and now I don’t know what I’d do without her. Anyhow, I need a certain amount of alone time so I don’t go insane. Dogs can be there, but that’s it.

I’m so fantastic at being alone. I can eat out by myself, go to the movies by myself, the whole deal. Right now I’m somewhat committedly dating, and I need a lot of alone time. Like, if they’re at my house more than once a week, i’m all “You are here ALL THE TIME. I need to be alone now.” And MAN is it hard to sleep in a bed with a new person after sleeping alone for a year.

I do wonder, though, how do introverts like us ever have families? Would my hypothetical spouse and children be okay with me locking myself in the bathroom for a night? Or what if I made a part of the house off limits to anyone but me? If we have date night, can we also have a date-yourself night? or three?

And then I realize, this might be why people have separate bedrooms. 

scienceygoodness:

Etsy find of the day: Because in the words of the description itself, “So that while children are coloring, they are also exposed to the names of chemicals that will make those colors! So instead of thinking “I want green” they will think “I want Barium Nitrate Ba(NO3)2…”