Babushka cat

[via text]

Russian Rachel: 

me: hahahahah he looks so resigned.
Russian Rachel: That's why we like him. He has no more spirit left. <3

Dad: I think we are going to have scrambled eggs tonight because Mom just dropped the entire carton.

I cover the waterfront

[via text]
Russian Rachel: I'm picking herbs in the garden. Literally, I'm picking fucking herbs. In our garden. What kind of Martha Stewart shit is this.

13.

Collin: RESIST THAT LAST ONE

Let me paint this picture for you, baby

What Goes Around Comes Around - Cover - Feat. Baleia from JP Garcia on Vimeo.


What the hell? Is that Scarlett Johansson? Sometimes she looks like a fish.

Just goes to show that Justin takes biography writing much more seriously than I do.

If you really want to go to the original page and read about the other interns.

Seedy showers

OOOOO

Oh, the beats.

vina farina

[in response to this post]
Sohe: Okay I found one for you. After much research, you are vina farina.
me: Man. I don't want to be farina. I don't even like farina.
Sohe: HEY. IT RHYMES. TAKE IT. I looked you up:  http://www.rhymingnames.com/firstname_17805_vina.htm

Futura(ma)

[via text]
Russian Rachel: TIPSY FUTURAMA TTIIIMMMEEEE!!! EEEEEE
me: I thought you said Futura and I was going to be all excited.

Tonight: Spirit Animal and Hanni El Khatib

Red Palace, 8:30ish, 18+, $10.
You should be there 'cause I'm going to be there.

[phone rings]
me: Hello?
Pa: We're at McDonalds, do you want anything?
me: No.
Pa: Ah, good decision, good decision.

Me and you, you and me.

I was born in 1983. Awww yeah.

Hannah Banana.
Manoles Cannolis.
Sohe Bologne.

I want a cool food name too!

Love in the Live

Justin: I started a new blog that you are welcome to use. Side note, I think I've been hanging out with you too much.
me: Was it the "I started a new blog" part or the fact that you said "side note"? And you didn't say what the blog was!
Justin: A live music blog. And it was both. http://loveinthelive.tumblr.com/
me: alliterated too!? <3 <3

Hotter than a pepper sprout

me: Oh look! A community garden!
Ginnie: We can get lettuce there!
me: Uh, G. You can't just roll up in there and harvest things. That's not how a community garden works.
Ginnie: Why not? I'm part of the community. Ok then.

Rumour Has It

What the Helvetica!

Hahahaha! AVT crew is the best. 

When does a fort stop being a fort?

Thanks, Steph!

Oh no.

Ginnie: (grabs and holds onto her dog's tail) Haha! Now you can't show your emotions!

me: Do you remember if they wanted space for advertising on the green site?
Justin: (sigh) You already asked me this! I do not know!
me: I didn't ask you today!
Justin: You asked me the other day!
me: I don't remember everything you say, damn.
Justin: You should. My words are like the gospel truth.

The Fall

We love cake.

[via text]
Justin: Did anyone take home that cake from yesterday?
me: I think Kelli did. You want some, don't you.
Justin: Bitch! Yes, I do. My heart is saying "no" but my body is saying "let's go."

This is some Michael Keaton/EVP/White Noise shit right here.

[via text after Justin calls me three times and says nothing when I answer]
me: So either one of us has no reception of you're dead and your ghost is trying to contact me. I really hope it's not the latter.
Justin: Huh???
me: You called me three times!
Justin: Nuh uh!!!

Alliteration with a touch of emo.

Z: I think I have been underappreciated for so long that I actually find myself missing misery. And yes that was three m's in a row. Actually three first syllables that start with an M and end with an S.

I can't tell if this is good or bad advice.

[via text]
me: I fell and skinned my knee. This is why I don't drink.
Justin: This is why you should drink more. It builds up your tolerance.

Go too far, live too long, time's too short

Tags: Matt and Kim, Music, More Music Videos

Cousin Larry is in town! Let's watch Community and stuff our faces with waffles and quiche.

Green

Why you trying to hold me back?!

Pa: Stop making blogs! You're like a cat person but with blogs.

Fire, Calvin, fire!

Oh, Dad.

[via text]
Dad: Yesterday I saw a small golden turtle in the garden right beneath the water hose outlet. It could still be there!

Are you there, Judy Blume? It's me, Stephanie.

Steph: I have to unprotect my tweets because I want to tweet at Judy Blume and I want her to see it.

Justin: Oh no! This is scary! This is why you don't take your baby to Africa.

Homophones

[via Wikipedia]

A homophone is a word that is pronounced the same as another word but differs in meaning. The words may be spelled the same, such as rose (flower) and rose (past tense of "rise"), or differently, such as carat, caret, and carrot, or to, two, and too. Homophones that are spelled the same are also both homographs and homonyms.[1] Homophones that are spelled differently are also called heterographs. The term "homophone" may also apply to units longer or shorter than words, such as phrases, letters or groups of letters that are pronounced the same as another phrase, letter or group of letters. The word derives from the Greek homo- (ὁμο-), "same", and phōnḗ (φωνή), "voice, utterance". The opposite is heterophone: similar, but not phonetically identical words.

Examples of "oronyms" (which may only be true homophones in certain dialects of English) include:
"ice cream" vs. "I scream" (as in the popular song "I scream. You scream. We all scream for ice cream.")
"euthanasia" vs. "Youth in Asia"
"depend" vs. "deep end"
"the sky" vs. "this guy" (most notably as a mondegreen in Purple Haze by Jimi Hendrix)
"four candles" vs. "fork handles"
"sand which is there" vs. "sandwiches there"
"example" vs. "egg sample" (my favorite)
"some others" vs. "some mothers"
"night rain" vs. "night train"
"minute" vs. "my newt"
"Long Island" vs. "lawn guy land" (Justin's favorite)
"real eyes, realize, real lies"

Oh look! Brian McKnight wants to teach you about homophones.

Sometimes I design

I love me some Steve Martin, y'all.

Getting a taste of my own medicine

[via text]

me: I'm hungry, can you bring me lunch? 

Meekus: What sammich you want? 

me: What are my options? 

Meekus: Whatever you desire. Prosciutto on a baguette with lettuce, spicy mustard, salami, and brie. 

me: Damn, that sounds delicious. That sandwich needs to be in attendance at our next outing. 

(four hours later)
Meekus:

me: This bitch.

Mmhmm. Sofia.

Alliteration adoration.

Stephanie: I find it ironic that it's called breakfast club and we only see them eat lunch but whatevs.

illustration via flaviano

Slore

Sohe: Military hotties. They're all slores.
me: Wtf is a slore? It's like a cross between a sloth and a whore.
Sohe: Slut and a whore. Almost vina, almost.

Monday morning

sounds like: The Sound of Music (how do you solve a problem like Maria?), the spin cycle of the washing machine, and The Darjeeling Limited. Wes Anderson needs to make another movie to save the Wilson brothers' careers. AT&T and Hall Pass? Come on.

tastes like: Greek yogurt with strawberries/mint chiffonade/apricot syrup, sunny side up egg with sea salt and clover sprouts, leftover ribs from yesterday's bbq, and good coffee with proper cream. 

feels like: Whoa, the air conditioner isn't mandatory today! 

smells like: charcoal, laundry drying in the sun, mint and lime slices. 

image via My Polaroid Blog

You can have a sandwich or you can get things done. You can't have both.

Michael Otley's Gchat status: Hunger is the worst distractor.

me: Hunger is the worst distractor. Good luck if you're trying to be productive.

Otley: Haha, yes I'm taking a summer class, but every moment I just want to eat another sandwich instead of work on projects. Ahhh! Thanks!

me: Michael Otley, sandwiches are the perfect thing to eat while you work on projects!

Otley: Haha, yes! But I'm so easily distracted!

me: Ah well, if you eat then you will no longer be distracted by your hunger. Ergo, your productivity can only benefit from a sandwich.

Otley: Seems simple enough, but if I allow myself to do that I'll make a continuous supply of sandwiches and by the end of the day I won't have any work done or any bread, but I'll be bloated for sure. Ha.

me: A day full of sandwiches? How is that wrong? Ok, I GUESS I see your point about the bread, bloating, and unfinished work.

Janson and Jandos

[via text]
me: This book is set in Janson (send mms of book)
Russian Rachel: Good type IDing!! I like the cover.
me: I cheated, I checked the back. I like old book typefaces.
Russian Rachel: hahahahahah JANDOS WOULD FROWN
me: He should be happy that I cared enough to check.

Side note, this was an amazing book. So informative. I learned the origins of the term "scalloped" (as in potatoes), when they first made chowder in America, and how to make my own buttermilk, butter, ghee, Russian cream, and other various delights. Must. Purchase. Also, must find a place in Northern Virginia that sells unhomogenized milk. 

I had to stop reading it and walk to Starbucks for a latte. It was that good. 

[2 AM]
Meekus: Bleeeh so tired. I gotta open tomorrow.
me: Did you...did you just get home?
Meekus: Yes.
me: What the fuck. And you have to open? WHYAREWESTILLSPEAKING?
Meekus: because I like you.
me: oh ok that's a good reason.

Mmhmm.

Providing you lot with work-safe entertainment.

[via email]

Sohe: Dear vina sananikone, 

I've caught up on Lemonade Lists. 

Please update more, a lot more. 

kthanxbye. 

me: My darling, it is why I have over nine blogs for you to peruse.

The very thought of Nat King Cole

The peach hipster dream

[via text]

me: I had this awesome dream where we went peach picking at Mason. I threw a bad one and this hipster slipped on it. You and I were laughing hysterically.

Russian Rachel: VINA THAT WAS NO DREAM. YOU HAVE THE GIFT OF SEEING THE FUTURE.

Class photos with the AVT crew

I usually post but a fraction of the photos I take in fear of redundancy and repetition.
No longer.

I hear this often, actually.

Justin: Being around you makes me act weird and goofy.

Wish you the top, top, top, top of the morning

I keep a emergency picnic basket in my car at all times.

Memorial Day picnic at Occoquan Regional Park with Bates, Josh, and Melanie. The Melanie and Josh thing was a nice surprise. We had runny cheeses, berries, sparkling grape juice, and peach pie. I threw together a salad of romaine, artichoke hearts, navel oranges and grated parmesan cheese. A recycling bin and pizza box served as my tripod though my actual tripod was in my car, less than fifty feet away. 

I wasn't lying about that emergency picnic basket thing.
Emergency picnic basket kit: 
tablecloth
bug spray
fans
bottle opener/corkscrew
pinwheel (I have yet to take a cutesy pinwheel photo)
various books

Aaron: Man, I don't need a girlfriend. I want a good gas stove.

Look at this Mariam-Alex-puppy cuteness.

Damn, they are adorable.

Did I tell you how divinely and utterly happy I am?

Mogli

Lisa: You look like that girl who was lost in the Cambodian jungle for 18 years.

me: um thanks? 

Lisa: You didn't hear that story? Bitch was like the real life Jungle Book. 

Hot damn, he speaks French.

Whoa whoa whoa, AND Vartan? Merde.

Baking like a toasted Cheez-it

First thing they teach us: Not to give a fuck.

Wrong Marilyn, dude.

Truth hurts, Sammy.

Pa: vina, would you like Sammy more if he were a French bulldog?
me: Maybe. I would like him a thousand times more if he were Lucky.
Pa: VINA!
me: What? It's true.
Pa: (to Sammy) You ok? It's ok, she didn't mean it.