Is it totally, or just a little, f*cked up that Bryan Cranston, in an article on the morality of Walter White (ha!), succinctly described the way I currently feel about love?
"I don’t believe there’s just one person for you. And quite frankly, love among adults is conditional. "We’re in love, right now. Oops, you killed someone? Ok, wait a minute, that’s kind of a problem for me." It’s all conditional"
Source: 'Breaking Bad' Q&A: Bryan Cranston on Walter White's Morality
I adore this. And her.
I wish I could enjoy Deb Sokolow’s work online as much as I did in person. Her installations just don’t translate well into jpeg form.
Worst earworm ever. #everysongfrompitchperfect #imsoembarrassed
I bet Jesse Pinkman doesn’t let the woes of Wednesday and the stressful events to come today keep him up at night. Of couse, he is a fictional character, so maybe that’s not a fair comparison.
In twenty minutes it will officially be late enough to give up on sleep.
Magritte chose the best titles.
Rene Magritte, The Treachery of Images (La trahision des images) & The Fickleness of the Heart
This article makes me want to write possibly hilarious captions for other peoples photos. Would that be wrong?
Spent the long weekend far removed from politics and world news…Well, a bit of news crept in. Sitting at Panera’s, waiting for some drinks, I opened the store copy of the editorial page of the Hartford Courant. Emma glances at it, turns to me and says, “What’s a condom?” Oh Lord, why me. I bumble around and come out with some dim-witted answer and finally ask why. “Oh,” she says, “Eight percent of the people in the study on this page think 12-year olds should be able to have condoms.” End of newspaper. Stick with imagination and creativity the rest of the day, avoiding reality at all costs.
The New York Times Real Estate Section, her favorite section, never mentions condoms.