this guy knows my life.

This is shit. Gah. This is better. Oh yeah baby. This is great. I’m great. Arggh this is really shit. I am shit. ~Designer
— Mark Collins (@pixxel) January 9, 2014

cannibals for cheeks

Strangers: stop saying you want to "eat my cheeks." Keep those cannibal thoughts to yourself.
— Honest Toddler (@HonestToddler) December 19, 2013

Nathan Miller Chocolate

Damn, I love package design. Nathan Miller of Nathan Miller Chocolate stopped by the Fair with samples of his Hispaniola and Boxcar Coffee Bar chocolates and I all but ambushed him to see the logo design on the handmade (or maybe it was recycled? Don't remember, but it had a great feel.) paper. Definitely gushed about my printmaking days for a hot minute. Stole said samples and paper for fun photo times. That Boxcar Coffee chocolate is amazing. You need to find it, taste it, and love it. 

@vinasana Feel free to ambush with compliments freely. Thanks for the warm welcome, look forward to heading back to @societyfair for lunch!

— Nathan Miller (@NMChocolate) October 25, 2013 

It's a rule that if you go skydiving you have to change your picture on every website to you skydiving.
— Zachary Flynn (@zacharyflynn) June 1, 2013

Tomoyasu Hotei just retweeted me.

I don't get why @_hotei's “Battle w/o Honor or Humanity” or @pharoahemonch's “Simon Says” don't automatically play when I walk into a room.

— vina S.(@vinasana) February 23, 2013

Day. Made.

Because I'm awesome like that. You know, or have no life.

Fabs: You're so inside the Internet that before I even remembered to tag you in that tweet, you had already seen and favorited it.

No wonder my family is half deaf

(tweets)
me: Sananikone family dinners: we don't converse, we shout.
Sofia: I married into a Colombian family. No one gets to finish a sentence.

(via text)
me: You should hang with my family sometime!
Sofia: I should! Although  I mostly sit quietly and admire the madness. On Christmas board games were thrown into the mix. I'm surprised everyone made it out alive.

My toast speaks with a French accent this morning.

French toast with sliced strawberries tossed with raw sugar and topped with Greek yogurt, lemon zest, and fresh mint. That mint/lemon/Greek yogurt combination is pure money. I'll drizzle some honey next time.

*haughty laugh

side note,

a. It actually is raining.

b. I can't stop listening to Mayer Hawthorne. That boy good.

c. Remind me to teach you the accompanying dance. Don't do it in the car during your morning commute unless you want people to stare, think you have odd emphatic road rage, or think you're singing itsy bitsy spider to yourself. 

The vegetable mist always startles me

L.E.X.I.E. and The Knocks

a. my reaction.
b. I kind of just revealed her plot to steal this lamp but no worries, Lex - I will totally be your lookout.
c. I see what you did there with the title, vina.

I enjoy feeding the people.

This was a pretty sweet food combination discovery. Kudos to me.

Justin: My mother just said that someone was following her on "tweeter."

A. I don't drink beer. B. I don't listen to the Kane show.

Me llamo T-Bone, la araña discoteca

Some people know. Some people don't. 

[via gchat]
Justin: Wtf is that nonsense in your status?
me: It's from Community!
Justin: Mmhmm.

Snack scrutiny!

I see what you did there, Shannon Bates.

E-V-O-NOOOO!

[via gchat]

Stephanie: My coworker is hilarious. She knows Mike Isabella from Top Chef, like she texts him for cooking advice. Last weekend she went to his restaurant with her dad and got kind of tipsy. She was like "Oh hey, do you need an intern?" and he goes, "yeah sure." He emailed her this morning and asked her if she had a chef's coat, knives, and clogs and she says, "Uh oh, I'm deep in it now. I can't show up with one knife and street clothes." So I said, "hmm show up and 'watch what happens'?"

then

Stephanie: My coworker said she just text her other friend who is also a chef and he said, "yo, just bring the knives you have. Who made them?" And she said, "um...Rachael Ray."

me: hahahahhahahahha!
Stephanie: DO NOT BRING THOSE. He will eat you alive!

(I was working in the design studio during this conversation and had to leave the room since I couldn't handle trying to laugh silently any longer.)

Speaking of Graffiato: 

I'm not sure which I find worse: the promise of pluralization of sole chicken thighs or that Mike Isabella is famous for a sauce made of puréed pepperoni. That is some Domino's pizza shit right there. 

Another one bites the dust

[via text]
me: Did you fall at Target?!

Steven: Almost. Almost. It was sooooooo close, but it was funny. 

me: What happened? 

Steven: Well, I'm wearing boots and these boots have metal loops at the top to hold the boot laces. So, the lace on my right shoe got caught on the left lace buckle and I was hopping around catching my step wondering what was happening. And I had a bag of chips in my hand so if I had fallen, that bag would have busted and I would have been super embarrassed.