Day ten: A letter to an alien race
Dear Wookiees, Rooohu rarcwo scrashwocaoahoa. Cooscwoaoahscwoc, ah ohahcac rooohu ohworcwo rcworaan. Aoacraao ohrac ra acraahorhu. Sincerely, Rhwoanwowh
Day nine: A letter to the coolest person you've...
Dear Bill Murray, If it wasn’t already obvious by the numerous posts featuring your awesomeness, I fucking worship you. You are my own personal Jesus. I have convinced myself that you are immortal, mostly so I’ll never have to deal with your passing. In the meantime, I am enjoying your crazy shenanigans. You are an adventure. Sincerely, Me P.S. No one blames you for Garfield.
popculturebrain: Neil Patrick Harris makes silly joke about Silly Bandz | EW.com Time to acknowledge Silly Bandz. Really? Shaped rubber bands that are $3 a piece. Ok. If it gets NPH to make a hilarious joke (watch the video til the end) I’m down.
godisdeadandnobodycares: Q: If you could go any place in the world where would you go? A: somewhere prohibited. You know, cause I just think that’s bullshit. I mean here’s this planet that’s been here for a long ass time then some asshole comes in, builds a fence and all of a sudden you can’t go there. Fuck you dude and your fence. I’m going in. Unless your fence says ‘Danger’ with like one of...
Good Connection Really Does Lead to Mind Meld |... →
adambozarth: An interesting, short article about brains actually being on the same wavelength, so to speak. People in a real conversation, making a connection, actually experience some identical brain activities. It has some pretty interesting implications to improv, especially in terms of warming up before a show. Almost scientific proof as to why you need to try to listen and engage in order...
thedailywhat: CollegeHumor Original of the Day: SPOILER ALERT! Inception’s Closing Credits: The Director’s Cut. [ch.]
sciencefiction: PLAYBOY: In some of your books—especially The Sirens of Titan and Slaughterhouse-Five—there’s serious notion that all moments in time exist simultaneously, which implies that the future can’t be changed by an act of will in the present. How does a desire to improve things fit with that? KURT VONNEGUT: You understand, of course, that everything I say is horseshit.
Day eight: A letter to a giant space robot
Dear Optimus Prime, Thanks for saving the Earth countless times. Maybe there’s more to you than meets the eye. Sincerely, Writer’s Block Sufferer
Ex-girlfriend: "Whatever happens in the end, I don't wanna lose you as my friend."
Jack: "I promise, I will never be your friend. No matter what. Ever."
Day seven: A letter to a historical event
Dear 9:44 a.m., 7/28/2010: I love you. Mostly because there is a kitten on my lap, another at my feet, and a baby giggling while he fucks everything up that he can reach. My brother may have to replace his printer after David’s through with it. Oops. I’m sad you’re already over. Let’s do this again sometime. Sincerely, Oh my god I need sleep
Day six: A heartfelt letter to some food
Dear Steak, Mashed Potatoes and A1 Steak Sauce: You are the epitome of a badass meal. Every time I am informed that you will be on the menu for the evening, the blood pumping through my heart accelerates, my head feels light and fifty bears roar in the distance. You give me the strength to smear war paint on my face and run across South America while shooting bullets into the sky, bringing...
Day five: A letter to a celebrity you want to kick...
Dear Justin Bieber, While I’m pretty certain that this letter could pretty much write itself, I’m going to go ahead and write it anyway. You know why? Because you, little lady, scare the ever-loving shit out of me. That’s right. I said it. Oh no, I’m completely justified in saying that. What with your weirdly perfect hair [that’s not a compliment] and your scary...
Day four: A letter to someone you want to kick in...
Dear Sixteen Year-old Bitch Driver that Cut Me Off Last Wednesday Morning: That’s right. I’m still thinking about you. That’s how SPECIAL the place you hold in my mind is. SO FUCKING SPECIAL. Because my day obviously wasn’t shitty enough without you in it. Because waking up hungover wasn’t enough. Or the fact that I only woke up because Matthew was blasting The Lion...
Day three: A letter to a movie character
Dear Glenn Coco, YOU GO, GLENN COCO. Sincerely, Me
My buddy Matthew is running in a seven mile race in a few hours. To show him my support, I’ve made a few signs that I’m sure will give him an extra boost of confidence. So far, they say: “YOU’RE HALFWAY THERE!” [While standing next to the starting line] “WARNING: INCOMING WATER BALLOONS” “YOU’RE GOING THE WRONG WAY” “WHERE AM...
iammattjordan asked: My children, have them.