June 2010
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Mos Dub, “History Town” // via...
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Yo vegans.
I’d like to see you having this much fun with zucchini skin.
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Nope, not one bit.
When you’ve made (yet another) expensive and annoying mistake and your cat peed on the bed again (the guest bed, at least) and you’ve just walked 20 blocks in humid rain without an umbrella it does not hurt to run into a handsome stranger in a well-cut suit in the elevator of your building, and it certainly does not hurt if he looks you up and down and smiles and you find yourself...
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The Girl Who Fixed the Umlaut →
Nora Ephron’s “delightful skewering of Steig Larsson” (as thebronzemedal put it). He offends the Nora sensibility (which can be boiled down to: stop wasting my fucking time already).
Salander opened the door a crack and spent several paragraphs trying to decide whether to let Blomkvist in. Many italic thoughts flew through her mind. Go away. Perhaps. So what. Etc. “Please,” he said....
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