...that my father and I had just a few minutes to defuse a bomb, and if we failed, it would mean the end of humanity. My dad did his part, and then handed the operation over to me so I could perform my sole duty: to insert a memory card into the appropriate slot on a scary-looking contraption.
Yeah, that's my dad. He's pretty awesome. We're headed upstate today for a little one-on-one time, maybe some fishing.
What are you up to for Father's Day?
"... And the kids? Creatively, they're astonishing. The way they draw, you know? Right off the page and onto the wall. It's like you wish you could be that open."
("Tom Waits 20 questions," Playboy, March 1988.)
My adoration of the single bared shoulder extends to an enduring love for single-sleeved everything, but after reading Allie Brosh's analysis, I may need to reevaluate my stance.
Hm.
Hey there, new friends! I’m Jordan’s buddy Kim (you may remember me as the lady who introduced Jordan to her first pickleback shot, pictured over there to your right).
