Ladies, this one is for you.
In case you weren’t checking Twitter at 10:30pm on a Friday night, here’s this again.
I am a Google drawings artist.
YES AND YES. Seriously, I’m working on it. I apologize to my loyal dozen fans for not posting anything in the past year. You have my three-chord-playing heart.
Today’s Inappropriate Use of the Word “Jam.” [via Jezebel]
So Eddie Vedder has a solo album coming out around June, and apparently—this is what he’s told audiences at his current Australian solo tour— it features him singing and playing the ukulele and is even titled Uke Songs. Grunge-tastic! It’s not exactly new territory for Vedder—remember he did play the uke on “Soon Forget” on Binaural in 2000—but still a bit of a surprising track to take.
Eddie Vedder. Pearl Jam. JAM HANDS. TOO CLOSE FOR COMFORT. Damn you, Vedder. You’re going to win this round, aren’t you?
There’s one night I can recall being up all night in the TL. Believe me, I did not look this good by the time I staggered home. It was more like if Tara Reid and Kristen Schaal had a really drunk baby that they let a blind drag queen dress. GIVE ME YOUR SECRETS.
(“The Morning After” by Travis Jensen via SFist SO MANY CREDITS)
Q: Why don’t I have $1.5 million? Not only would I be able to purchase this lovely looking bar/nightclub and turn it into CLUB JAM HANDS VANITY PROJECT, I’d have an apartment above where I could live in a constant state of hangover and have an entire flat to spare. It’s like my version of a Barbie Dream House. Gimme it.
A: Because when faced with this fantasy prospect, I spent my morning break deciding that Boo would live in the second flat, and I would help him decorate it with adorable doggy furniture such as THIS. Best buddy neighbors! Note to self: Wait to lose your mind after you make millions.