- Mike: Is he gay or straight?
- Me: He has a girlfriend.
- Mike: Damn! He had a Rooney t-shirt, so I didn't know.
Veronica Mars, 1x15 Ruskie Business
awww
A classic Eliza poster.
“ Sometimes I do puzzles.
— Molly, interrupting a long silence at the helpdesk
“ Some of them… it’s like ‘I just booted in Linux, hurr durr.’ Nobody cares.
— Alyssa, on the new helpdesk hires
I just randomly stumbled upon a tumblr post I made over a year ago...
BRECKIN MEYER WAS IN MY DREAM LAST NIGHT.
I’m working at IT over the summer, and Karen comes in, and she’s dating Breckin Meyer, who wants a job at IT because I guess he’s tired of being an actor. Breckin ends up getting a job, and we have a bunch of shifts together, and he’s flirting with me. Sometime during the flirting, Karen morphed into Cynthia Downs, my kindergarten enemy. So now Breckin is dating a terrible person.
Then the setting moves to an apartment I apparently share with Vanessa, Cynthia, Charlotte (who is moving out in the dream), and I think my friend Ben from high school.
Breckin moves into the apartment, and has his own room. We find out Breckin’s ancestors were Vikings, so we decorate his new room with old ropes tied in sailing knots. I remember he had a square bed and lots of laundry. And no drawers in his room, only shelves.
At this point, my memory gets a little hazy: the apartment turns into my childhood home, in that the layout is the same and there is a garage and a backyard. Something happens with a bunch of guys driving around the house, who I knew in the dream. They soon disappeared, since apparently my brain decided it didn’t like this particular subplot.
Cynthia finds out Breckin likes me, and yells at me, which causes Breckin to break up with her. He’s all adorable with me (I don’t remember the specifics), and we move my stuff into his room. But then Cynthia wins him back, and I move my stuff out of his room while Cynthia stands there smugly. I take Breckin into the laundry room and tell him “Breckin, I really like you. I think you can do better than Cynthia, but if you’re happy, have fun. See you at work tomorrow.”
I woke up with a lingering crush on Breckin Meyer and a feeling that I need to clean up the backyard.
WHY AREN’T MY DREAMS EVER THIS AWESOME ANY MORE? My last bajillion dreams were HEY HERE’S A MEMORY FROM CHILDHOOD… EXACTLY AS HOW YOU REMEMBER IT… OH BUT THERE’S RANDOM PEOPLE HERE THAT SHOULDN’T BE… WORLDS CROSSING AND ALL THAT.
Boooooooooooo-ooooooooooooooooo-ring.
I want to get someone the pictures for sad children book, but I think everyone I know would be like, “The fuck?”
I bought it for myself, and when it arrived I took it home to meet my parents. They were very “The fuck?”, and I was heartbroken.
My recent tweets about its arrival:
- By the wizzle-way, I got @itsjohncampbell’s book and it is excellent and everyone should own it forever. http://tinyurl.com/y9fsqqn
- Though do not read it in front of your 9-year-old cousin, as there will be questions.
- But she will, handily, remember the page you were on last she checked. And then ask some more questions. Like, “is that guy dead”
- and “why are you laughing” and “what is that word with the F” and “is that cursive” and “can i have some cheese”
This is Doris. She knows she’s my favorite.
Cat one of three, Katherine. She enjoys sniffing cameras and sneezing on snoozers.
The puppies that have taken over my parent’s house. When Duke gets excited he yawns loudly and then drools. It’s all very endearing.
My dog, Mack.
