I am writing this to you FROM A PLANE, IN THE SKY, WHERE I AM NOT CURRENTLY CRYING. This is a moral victory unparalleled in the life of me. Guys, Buzzfeed Live was so amazing. I wish all of you could have been there. It was a freaking MURDERER’S ROW of talent.
What a week this was! Let’s take a moment to look back before it slips from our fingers.
We listed every single comment ever left on a recipe blog:
“I didn’t have any eggs, so I replaced them with a banana-chia-flaxseed pulse. It turned out terrible; this recipe is terrible.”
I, personally, found Rupert Giles’ course list from his Master of Library Science Program. Looks pretty good.
A nice, harmless, normal story about a cat
There has been no little amount of silliness surrounding the capture and sentencing of the Maine Hermit. I have attempted to correct this.
Mary Breen, bless her, has returned:
Sister and I settled into a nice relationship. She always seemed glad to see me, and even then, I remember wondering if she was lonely. When Christmas came, my mother told me a good present would be a box of Yardley Old English Lavender soap, three bars wrapped in beige paper in a long box. The second year it was a box of notepaper. My mother said nuns aren’t allowed to own things because of their vows of poverty, so I never knew if Sister was able to enjoy these things or not. I didn’t dream of asking.
“Bicycle riding, globe-trotting, crime-solving adventuress” SOLD
Criticism received and noted:
