The sky at dusk seen through trees.
This was magical.
If you ever needed a reason to follow @TheDailyShow, this is it.
Here’s the original segment, in case you missed it.
Absolutely fucking priceless.
at Brooklyn Public Library - Main Branch
On the edge of full bloom. (at Fort Tryon Park)
Shakespeare was written in Early Modern English, not Old English. The Canterbury Tales was written in Old English at the end of the 14th century. Shakespeare wasn’t even born until 1564.
Actually, The Canterbury Tales was written in Middle English. Beowulf was written in Old English.
We heart you, nerdy Tumblr. So. Much.
wnyc:
“Say if you come in and your bill for lunch is twenty dollars, so you’ll tell the waitress, ‘Take an extra ten,’ or ‘Take an extra five.’ And then anybody who doesn’t have money who can’t afford to have a lunch or a dinner can come in and they’ll use that money, and I’m gonna match dollar for dollar.”
—Gigi Liaguno-Dorr, owner of Jakeabob’s Bay restaurant in Union Beach, New Jersey
This is fantastic.
I’m now about one week into my hooch-refined-sugar-and-flour-elimination experiment. I think I’m less bloated, and I generally feel a bit better physically. But I’m still craving bourbon and cookies. Those big, delicious black-and-white cookies you can get at Crumbs, in particular.
I’m on the wagon until April 27, when my fella comes back from three weeks on the road. All bets are off at that point. I’ll have my sweet cookie, sweet bourbon, and sweet boy back all on the same day.
Sweet, snuggly jive turkey.
New shades.
