Miss OJ Gets a Life

Smoky beers are delicious, but hard to find. This is more hoppy than smoky, but dark enough be tolerable. Still, I’ll be glad when craft brewing’s overwhelming obsession with hops fades a bit.

So I had a messy apartment. Then I discovered Unfuck Your Habitat, and worked hard on it, and had a less messy apartment, and lo, it was good. Then I got pretty depressed (again) and had a messy apartment (again). I’m less depressed now, and have more free time to boot, so it’s back to unfucking. I’m trying to ease in slowly, because that way lies sustainable momentum, and also: it’s the weekend. Come on.

So I set my alarm for 20 minutes, and attacked the coffee table:

(with bonus supervisory cat!)

In less than 20 minutes, I had this:

(with a different supervising cat; apparently it was shift-change time.)

And I had enough time left on the clock to gather up something for a return to Radio Shack, put all my shoes and scarves away in the closet, throw away some junk mail, and get myself a glass of ice water as a reward for all that hard work. Yes!

This is Apollo, the sweetest and dumbest of the cats, in a rare non-derpy moment.

JUST IN CASE I didn’t love NPH enough.

bakerstreetbabes:

deadlynadder:

i’m pretty sure they’re the cutest couple ever 

#ded

timeshaiku:

A haiku from the article: Snow Leopards at the Zoo

I don’t know why these inadvertent haiku found in New York Times stories are so funny, but they are tickling my funny bone nonetheless.

SOOOOO I finally got my hands on a DVD of The Hobbit and I’m rewatching it now. It has its flaws, obviously it does (we will not speak of Radagast and his bunny sled, we simply will not), but I’m at the “riddles in the dark” scene and

it.

is.

perfection.

Pitch-perfect. Spot on. All the synonyms, everything I imagined when I read it for the first time at age eleven, et cetera. Ack, I can’t stand it.

(Also, I’m beginning to find Martin Freeman inexplicably attractive—hot, even—and I’m not sure what to make of that because he is so not my type. And yet. AND YET.)

(Admittedly, his hobbit wig is not his best look.)

(AND YET.)

This. Is. Fabulous.

The rosettes on the hub caps are killing me, seriously.

Holy bus cozy, Batman! Magda Sayeg, aka the Mother of Yarnbombing, used her mad knitting skillz to cover an entire bus in Mexico City.

[via enpundit]

It’s Awesome Transportation Day on Geyser of Awesome!