"we’re five year-olds. we eat nerds all day long. and cap’n crunch and cinnamon toast crunch and cocoa puffs.” — aubrey plaza, bon appetit magazine

spirit animal

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Anon hate from the late 1800’s.

What I love most about this is that this person was SO INCENSED at the recipient that they couldn’t even wait the days/weeks it would take for the mail to go through. No, they had to say “FUCK YOU” as soon as fucking possible and, AND, let the recipient that they were not done with the fuck you, nay, this was merely the first volley in what would undoubtably be a dressing down of Biblical proportions.




Pickachu Cafe will open for a limited time in Tokyo, Japan.The cafe will open alongside the Pokemon Movie XY: Diancie and the Cocoon of Destruction Exhibit between July 19 to August 31 at Tokyo View City, Roppongi Hills. Tickets for the exhibit are priced at 1,500 yen. The opening hours of Pikachu Cafe 11:00 am to 10:00 pm.

Pikachu Cafe Menu:

  • Pikachu Curry - 1,180 yen
  • Pokeball Omuhayashi - 1,280 yen
  • Teriyakibaga Pikachu / Burger Pikachu - 1,080 yen
  • Kids Meal - 980 yen
  • Curry Man Pikachu - 400 yen
  • Pikachu Pancake Plate - 980 yen
  • Pikachu Parfait -  880 yen
  • Pokeball Dessert Plate - 880 yen
  • Fruity Float (Inspired by the 17th Movie Characters) - Each 700 Yen 


who can spot me a flight to Tokyo in the next month

Future reference for Poképarty

friday plans


- contemplate regrets
- weep openly re: said regrets
- eat pizza
- weep openly re: said pizza

rinse, repeat

Film Scotland

And back I was on that 5am train up north to the sleepy old city of Edinburgh.  

This trip brought us for for part of the Edinburgh International Film Festival. We couldn’t get enough of the festival action during Doc/Fest so midway through the festival bought last-minute tickets for EIFF.  No regrets.

The first day we went straight from the train to The Edinburgh Pitch.  This was an all-day session of a dozen or so films being pitched to commissioners and the like.  Really informative and useful to sit in on.

After the pitch, we took a necessary nap, got dinner, and then went to Espe’s favourite place in the UK - a Spanish bar called El Barrio (which is actually awesome).

The festival didn’t actually start for another two days, so we spent the next day doing touristy stuff, if taking a nap in Princes Street Gardens is considered touristy.  Guys, I got sunburnt in Scotland.  Do you understand how rare that is.

Afterwards, we hiked up to Calton Hill to see the amazing views of Edinburgh.  So so so so so so lovely.  So so so.

Edinburgh Castle in the background

Then we headed to dinner (veggie haggis, of course) and watched the first half of the first Spain match of the World Cup.  We had to leave to see the opening night film of EIFF, which was beyond awful.  It would have been better to stay in the pub and watch Spain lose.

The second day the festival was in full swing, so we were pretty busy with filmy things.  Although we still managed to sneak in a nap in the sun at the Grassmarket.  The first half of the day was honestly quite useless (except for the free lunch we scored), but in the second half we saw America Ferarra’s new film X/Y and James Franco’s new film Palo Alto which were both pretty good so I guess it balanced out.  EIFF ain’t got nothing on Doc/Fest though.

We ended Edinburgh at El Barrio, and then got up a few hours later to take the train back home.  Edinburgh, I love you, but your citizens need to take a lesson from the nice people of Sheffield.  Like, really.  But I’ll probably still go back later this summer.

Castles and the King of Poland

Over Easter I went to Poland to visit my friend from camp, Patryk.  With no set plans, or ability to speak Polish, I was in for a fun weekend.  I spent it with Patryk and his mother at their house and had traditional Polish meals made by his wonderful mother.  Speaking no English, we taught each other the words for various foods.  I don’t remember any of the words.  Oh well, I tried.

Patryk, self-proclaimed King of Poland, and his mother took me to some Very Old castles in a nearby town.  The first was the Olsztyn Castle ruins from the 14th century.  We climbed hills, climbed old ruins, and took lots of photos.

Then we drove over to another town to see another Very Old castle, called Mirów Castle.  

While walking the path between this castle and Bobolice Castle, Patryk’s mom read us the legend of the twin brothers who owned the two castles (which Patryk translated).  This 14th century ruin once belonged to Mirów, one of the twins.  Across the way is Bobolice Castle, which was connected below ground by a tunnel filled with gold and jewels.  The brothers did everything together and always split their riches earned in battle, which they stored in the tunnel.  One day, Bobolice went off to fight a war and brought home a very different treasure - a girl.  Mirów wanted to share her along with the jewels, but Bobolice refused.  To “protect” his treasure, he locked her in the tunnel, and set a witch to guard her day and night.  One night the witch left to attend a witches’ sabbath, and Mirów (being the more attractive twin) won the affections of the girl.  Bobolice found out and murdered the girl.  She is said to haunt Bobolice’s castle still.

Bobolice’s castle has obviously been rebuilt and turned into a museum of sorts.  We took a tour, but it was in Polish, so I could only guess at the meaning of things.  Though this one was pretty obvious:

After, we stopped at a restaurant right next to the castle and had necessary perogies.

The next day was Easter and I was treated to a traditional Polish Easter.  First, the day before, we brought a basket full of symbolic foods to the local church where the priest blessed them with holy water.  The foods were incredibly similar to a Passover Seder plate, right down to the meanings behind them - hard boiled eggs, horseradish, a lamb made of sugar (instead of a lamb bone).  The only difference was their basket had ham and bread (for the body of Christ).  You eat these foods for Easter breakfast.  Except Patryk’s cat ate the ham overnight, so they didn’t exactly eat the ham for breakfast.

Everything is closed on Easter in Poland except for a massive Catholic monastery called Jasna Góra Monastery.  It is the third-largest Catholic pilgrimage site in the world.  Every year thousands of Poles make the pilgrimage to Jasna Góra, but because Patryk lives in the town next over, his pilgrimage wasn’t very gruelling.  The monastery has thirteen massive statues depicting the crucifixion, which Patryk and his friend explained to me.  But, we accidentally started the walk backwards, so we saw the rise of Jesus from the grave, which is the true meaning of Easter anyway, right?

After that, we went back to Patryk’s and watched a bunch of movies because seriously, everything is closed on Easter.  

All-in-all, I had a lovely time in Poland!  We didn’t have enough time to see Krakow or Warsaw, so I guess I’ll just have to make another trip back…

I went to London to…

A long time ago (in a city not too far away), I went to visit my aunt, cousin, and aunt’s boyfriend on their holiday in London.  I woke up super early in the morning, thinking that I would be able to spend the better part of the day there.  But then there was a landslide between here and Nottingham, which caused a detour in the train.  And then a lorry drove into a bridge.  Honestly.  So, my 2.5 hour train journey took 5.5 hours.  THREE HOURS EXTRA.  And the train didn’t even get to London!  We got to Luton and they were all “last stop get off oops our bad sorry not sorry.”

So, I finally get to London and my 3G doesn’t work.  I have no way of contacting my aunt or figuring out where I am.  I ended up having to call my (wonderful, amazing, favourite) mother who got in touch with my aunt and googlemaps.  Eventually, I made it to the London Eye, where my aunt was waiting for me.  Yayyyyy.

As you can imagine, we went up the Eye.  It was a cool view of London, but just so not worth the expense.

After that, we went over to the Tower of London to do more uber tourist things.  We walked around the old castle grounds for hours, then headed for dinner.

After dinner we planned to go to a pub.  Earlier that day I said “aren’t you jetlagged?” and they replied “noooo, we don’t get jetlagged!”  You can imagine where this is going.  After dinner, they fell asleep.  At 7:30pm.  I stayed in bed reading (People of the Book by Geraldine Brooks, if anyone is looking for an amazing read).  Oh well.

I had forgotten how many people there were in the world until I got off the train in London.  And there was no Hendersons to put on my chips anywhere.  And basically, I missed Sheffield.  But thank you so much to my amazing aunt for treating me to a lovely day out in London, I’m so glad I got to see you all!

“Mohammed Raghead”

Placeholder name for a surveillance target, used in an NSA memo on how to properly format internal memos. (via officialssay)


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Le Tour de France 2014 - Stage Two

Organisers estimate up to 2 million spectators turned out over the first 2 days of the Tour de France as it wound through the roads of Yorkshire and across to Sheffield

Top photo: Chris Froome (L) of Great Britain and Team Sky leads the race as he attacks on the final climb and claims the points at the top of the Cote de Jenkins Road during stage two of the 2014 Le Tour de France from York to Sheffield on July 6, 2014 in Sheffield, United Kingdom. Froome is followed (L-R) by Tejay van Garderen of the United States and the BMC Racing Team, Vincenzo Nibali of Italy and the Astana Pro Team who won the stage and the overall race leader’s yellow jersey and Alberto Contador of Spain and Tinkoff-Saxo - Photo by Doug Pensinger/Getty Images

Middle photo: Throngs of fans await the peloton as they leave the start of stage two of the 2014 Le Tour de France from York to Sheffield on July 6, 2014 in York, United Kingdom - Photo by Doug Pensinger/Getty Images

Bottom photo: Vincenzo Nibali of Italy and the Astana Pro Team celebrates winning the second stage of the 2014 Tour de France, a 201km stage between York and Sheffield, on July 6, 2014 in Sheffield, England - Photo by Bryn Lennon/Getty Images

See more photos from the Tour de France here

1 in 2 million.


"Chipotle was closed."
Submitted By: Megan L.
Location: California, United States

For Adam.


"Do you remember the saddest moment of your life?"
"When I got locked up, for dealing drugs. Actually— I take that back. The saddest moment was when I took my five year old daughter to the doctor and found out she needed glasses. She put on those glasses, and she said: ‘Daddy! Daddy! I can see! I can see!’ Tears just started streaming down my face. What a fucking idiot I’d been. We’d take drives to the Catskills, and we’d point out deer to her, and she’d never seem to see them. She’d always say ‘Where!? Where!?’ It should have been obvious. I spent five years trying to give her everything I could, and I messed up the most important thing.’"

Sorry, mom.

Nina Millin’s The Beyoncelogues is the greatest thing to happen to popmusic since Beyonce herself.

Seriously, watch them all.

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