chocolatecharcoal:

MEG!!!! lol :-) 

SHAY!!!! Love it! 

thewackydeli:

Battlestar Galactica/Airplane! mash-up

I just love AFF

crackinois:

frakyeahbamfs:

I NEED THIS AS A POSTER. NOW.

JUMP THE SHIP!!!

WHERE!!??

ANYWHERE! JUST JUMP THE SHIP!

avendoraldera:

Just came on the radio

I’m a cylon.

If this is the year the world ends, the good news is that Lloyd Dobbler will save us. 

So. A year ago at this time, I was sitting here (much as I am right now) in utter disbelief. The dawn of 2011 meant facing the 10th anniversary of so many significant things: my graduation from college, my brother’s wedding, my first stint in AC, the events of the most difficult September in the nation’s recent history.

I remember contemplating all this and being horribly dissatisfied with the evolution of my life in the 10 years since all of those significant events. I had “things” to show for my life, I guess. After all, at this time last year, I was concluding the year in which I bought my first house. I was seven years into a mildly successful career for an agency whose mission I still believe in today, despite the several months of bad publicity we have had. I had good friends, and a loving if divided family. But all I could see at this time last year were the things I didn’t have: a significant other or happiness. Or a decent body. Or a decent car. Or money. 

A year later, I still don’t have what I didn’t have then. And over the past year, I’ve lost a lot that I had that made my life better. I’ve been in two significant romantic relationships in my life, and this year, I managed to find a way to finally achieve necessary but horridly painful closure, however long overdue, for both of them. I had to have my one constant of the past seven years put to sleep, and manage that completely by myself. I’ve had to support my best friend and his family through the loss of one of the best men I’ve ever known. I’ve had to support my mother through the realization that, as well as she did recover, the brain aneurysm she suffered four years ago has had permanent and damaging effects. I did all these things willingly, but they were far from easy.

I’ve lost other things too, this year. Friends who have moved on with promises to keep in touch. Comfort in simple things like reading and writing. Motivation to do much beyond getting through the day. And apparently, if this post is to be believed, the ability to keep my internal thoughts just that. 

And for that, I blame Twitter. I also blame Twitter for the fact that, while I have absolutely nothing to show for my life (not even a cat), I am not nearly as sad or pissed off or disgusted with myself as I was at this time last year. Because I have this small group of like-minded yet profoundly differently-lived people who make my own life a little better every day. They share their lives and I am comfortable sharing mine with them. In fact, I’d probably venture to say that I am more honest and feel safer with my Tweeps than I do anywhere else in my life. Which isn’t to say I wouldn’t be mortified if someone I knew in “reality” found my profile. But it gives me a confidence I”m not used to having, so much so that I can often be quite the sanctimonious fuckwad on it. It’s also the probably the only place in my life where I’m not the youngest one. In fact, I would venture to say in the Twitter/Tumblr verse, I am positively geriatric and boring and it’s absolutely okay because people frakking like me anyway.

That’s right, Twitter/Tumblr homies, y’all are my daily affirmation. You’re why this NYE doesn’t suck, and you are also responsible for this sudden massive overshare. Peace and love and even if 2012 ends up being the end of the world as we know, I feel fine.

frontier001:

Name me another show where you actually think even the hallway sets are way cool and want to live in them…

Go on, I dare you.  Name one.

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So this is Christmas….