what did one gurrrl say to the other gurrrl?

I was over at the website of the office of the bronx borough president doing some research for a joke I wanted to make about the pope's upcoming Yankee Stadium mass (which, by the way, was going to include the killer line: ay, I'm prayin' here! seriously, I'm a writer, everyone.)

instead, I'm gonna go ahead and let this car drive itself:



plus, I'm definitely going to come back in April and make the pope joke, so please fuggedaboutit until then. did I mention I'm a writer now?

crunchtime

last night, we got a free sesame seed bagel with our salad-and-panini combo, which made as much sense then as this does now.



BAGELBLADES!!!1!!!1!!




everybody do the BAGELBLADES!!!1!!!!!




BAGELBLADES!!!1!!1!!! ExTrEmE!!!1!!!1!1




BAGELBLADES!!!1!1!!!1! WTF!!!!1!!1!!!

dumb girl

when I was little (awesome childhood alert), I wished really hard upon a star for this thing I called an anything box, which looked like this:



and worked like this:
1. think of something you want
2. push blue button
3. thing appears
4. IMMEDIATELY HIDE ANYTHING BOX FROM PARENTS
5. play with/eat new thing
6. get bored, go back to watching Disney Afternoon

anyway, I completely forgot about this idea until last night when Le Quay and I went to see Into Le Wild and I was like "man, this guy could really use an anything box," and then I was like "ANYTHING BOX!!!" and it all came flooding back.

so yeah, the point I'm trying to make here is that I was going to call this post Into The Child, and then I realized how horrible that is.

have a good weekend, everyone.


UPDATE: INTO THE CHILD LIVES!!1!!1!


in case you can't read that, it says:


DO NOT WANT!
still, have a good weekend.

[daily mail, via j-dog]

oldbot (I loved you once.)

this is how they met.

this cat turns into a dog when you're not looking