We’re having our first ever Toronto Meetup tonight at 7:30pm at Sneaky Dee’s! 431 College St at Bathurst. I literally cannot WAIT to see you, and will be wearing jeans and a pinkish-red hoodie from Roots and winter boots. This information will be repeated in the Open Thread, tell your friends. We’re going to try to take over the back area.
Can you imagine how beautifully a small dose of prescription opiates and Tegan and Sara’s “The Con” through noise-cancelling headphones would go with this Tumblr?
Apparently, Hollywood will always find something for heartstoppingly-gorgeous white women over 40 to do, eventually. A little job in a flower shop, perhaps.
The NY Times thinks you live in a nondescript building.
In defense of being a regional poet.
Oh, my God, they have spent so much money not changing the stupid football team’s gross name.
I know I’m part of the problem, but, oh, man, I just will never stop reading super-long articles about Stephen Glass:
There’s no way for me to report, or even think, objectively on today’s news. After all, I was the Forbes editor who first unmasked Glass and his lies. This led to my one brief moment of celebrity when I was portrayed by Steve Zahn in the movie “Shattered Glass” (Om Malik, my then Forbes colleague, was combined into a composite played by — I kid you not — Rosario Dawson).
Tell me more! Go on FOREVER. Let’s rewatch Shattered Glass together.
Hey, food stylists, what’s your deal?
I have to have all of these shirts. All.
