via pinkrobotboogaloo

I don't even drink beer but I would order this just to watch it fill from the bottom. Magic. Or, you know, technology. Whatevs.

and I think you're crazy

In the still of the night

“You want a revolution behind your eyes? We got to get up and organize.” 

Battleflag | Lo Fidelity Allstars

Today I hunkered down to clean the bottomless pit that is my bedroom floor. No, seriously. I know I've been saying it for weeks. I actually did it this time. None of that “Oh, let me turn on a season of House so I have something to listen to while I clean” aka “watch me push aside this big-ass pile of clean laundry so I can watch an episode of House that I've already seen three times.”

Sure, I took breaks. Yes, I watched some House. I might have stopped for a snack or two. But by golly, I can see parts of my floor that I have not seen in weeks. My closet is once again arranged by color! No more dusty books on the top shelf! Art supplies neatly (yeah, right.) organized into bags!

I'm going to post the vain vina photo of the day, shut off the computer, and get back into the cleaning grind. Side note, I need to blog about: Christie & Dru's wedding, Christmas Eve, Christmas, recipes from Christmas, the game plan for New Year's Eve, and the adventure that was me bringing the only white girl to a sports bar full of black people at Landmark Mall on a Tuesday night. 

I am not going to lie, folks. It's been interesting.

Oh, Australians.

me: How was your trip back to the homeland?
Luke: Haven't gone back yet. In Boston at the moment, snowed in. We were meant to go to Albany for the day but all the buses were cancelled. We're meant to go to New York on the 30th, hopefully the snow clears up by then.
me: Didn't they get two feet of snow? Good luck with that. I hope you have enough food.
Luke: The snow is RIDICULOUS! We are plenty stocked up on Whitecastle Burgers and Pizza Pockets, so we should be good :)
me: How delightfully healthy.

me: I dreamt a pink hippo dragon was swim-chasing me
Ginnie: Chill on the opium, yeah?

[via text]
me: Coming to America is on ABC Family!
Muse: Shheeee's your quuuueeeeen to beeeeeee....

Pho on a cold and snowy evening. Perfect.

The turkey is resting.
Mustard mashed potatoes are done.
Brussel sprouts with bacon & cranberries are done.
Gravy is done.
Bread pudding is in the oven.
Time to eat!

I kind of want to nap.

  

original | punk cover | via Friends of Type

Reach for the sky!

“I feel mighty fine, y'all. I've got music on my radio.” 

Merry Christmas Baby | Otis Redding

I love:

• menus. 
• Christmas. 
• lists. 
• finger puppets.

“The University Club also does a credible slice (more a slab, really) of roasted pork, with a generous amount of crackling. While it looked delicious, it might be too heavy for delicate feminine appetites.”

 I snort laughed when I read that. 

via Only Slightly Pretentious Food

My favorite part in While You Were Sleeping.

FAVORITE PART.

me: Will you be staying in that area?
Phoebe: Pfft, no. I didn't expect Sacramento to be this lame.

Pelada

Pelada from Rebekah Fergusson on Vimeo.

Edible typography, whaaaat?

Type]Media2011 Chocolate Letters from Yanone on Vimeo.

 

I want to go to the place where Bill Murray is the bartender! 

Short Asian man to tall black man: You play basketball?
Tall black man: You fix computers?

via Overheard in New York

Channeling that kid from Matilda

 

 

 

 

 

1. Justin finds a cake.
2. Do we eat the cake?
3. No, let's photoshoot with the cake for vain vina!
4. Lindsay knocks on the door.
5. Photoshoot with cake AND Lindsay!
6. OD on sugar.

Side note, I don't even like chocolate cake. Well, usually.

On the scale of 0 to Chris Brown, how mad was he?

Nudo

Love the packaging from Nudo

Liminal

full flickr set

Let your heart be light

Static discharge comb

Three words I never thought I'd say in the same sentence.

me: I bought the first season of Modern Family. Best day ever!
Steven: Possibly best purchase of the day?
me: I don't know, man. I DID buy some lemons and heavy cream.
Steven: Well, at least it's a tie.

The things that amuse us at seven in the morning

Oh, Calvin.

Sad teen girl: I'm just sad... We had to talk about love and soulmates in English class.
Teen friend: We're teenagers. You gotta be shallow and superficial. That love and soulmate shit is for grownups.

via Overheard in New York

Hey! I didn't break my glasses this time, alright!

 

 

 

 

more photos here

Albums I'm blasting in the design studio tonight:

• The Boat that Rocked OST
• Luciano Pavarotti | Pavarotti Forever You want to feel like a badass (or a serial killer? or someone in the mafia?) Blast opera at two in the morning.
• Fitz and the Tantrums | Pickin' up the Pieces
• The Roots | Things Fall Apart
• Amy Winehouse | Back to Black
• Hellogoodbye |  Zombies! Aliens! Vampires! Dinosaurs!
• The XX | XX
• Love Actually OST
• Relient K | Five Score and Seven Years Ago
• Billy Idol | Billy Idol

Malbec, eggplant, and Betsy's house is haunted?!

 

 

Woodchucks

Women's Health all making me face reality

Creeper shots, wingman fail, and broken glasses

 

 

 

- My poor favorite red frames, smashed on the dance floor. Driving back to Virginia in Post-Thanksgiving traffic with no glasses? Interesting. 

- Telling some guy to get his wingman away from me. 

- the all-Lao cab ride. G is a pro at speaking Lao...when she's tipsy.

- Tim the Stranger telling me his life story. He speaks German, hot. It was his wingman I shooed away. 

- "I'll make you some ramen, vina." "No! I saw My Sassy Girl, that's gross!"

- "If you don't want to dance to Miley Cyrus, then there's something wrong with you." When an adult male whispers that in your ear, you start to question said male's sexuality. It was Tim the Stranger. Yeah, I'll call him out. 

- Did we...did we just get hit on by a lesbian from Iowa? Is she...is she going to give us money? 

It's not okay.

O RLY

Dummy corporation mock website splash page

an hour later:

Side note, yays for watching some BBC show about Robin Hood at three in the morning.

Three kids, two turkeys, and all kinds of madness