I don’t even care about the contest, I just think these skirts are awesome (not that I’d turn one down if I won or anything….  >.>)

its-a-duckpond:

I had to. Okay you know the drill reblogs only, likes don’t count and following me won’t help you. 

Ends May 22, 2012 at midnight and the winner must have an open ask box and respond within 24 hours.

Winner gets a free fluffy skirt in their favourite Avengers fabric. ($40 normally)

If you want to order something or check out my portfolio blog here 

Theres no reblog limit but don’t be annoying. I can tell because after a while I recognize your name, don’t annoy me either please.

Have fun. 

-Ally

And in other news of “Shit I Wrote Instead of Cleaning My House,” this happened.

 In general, I tend to be frustrated by image meme activism.  Most of them are gross oversimplifications of complicated issues and the rest are just flat out wrong. 

tyleroakley:

thedailywhat:

POTUS Pic of the Day: So the President walks into a bar… and he meets Madalyn Starkey, a University of Colorado student who will forever be known as the girl who posed for the greatest photo ever taken of a sitting president.

Perfect reaction is perfect.

I’ll admit it.  I’d probably make this face, too.

wilwheaton:

Makes me laugh every time I see it.

I laughed so hard that Moose actually stopped playing Minecraft for 30 seconds to see why.

For all the glitter and fancy technology of these futures, the world in which they are set is not very pretty nor very nice.

“Mitt Romney was born on third base and spent his entire life thinking he hit a triple.”

I think that is the most succinct analogy I have ever read.

One of the drawbacks to being the web designer is that when the spambots go trolling for e-mail addresses, mine is always on the list.  I get ads for everything from textbooks, to new ways to improve our Google rankings, to strange science-y things whose functions I only vaguely comprehend.  

When I was 17 years old, a man followed me.  It wasn’t the first time, and it was far from the last.  But this is the one story that I can point to and say “This.  This right here is why I am always aware of my surroundings.”  This is the one single time that I knew, without a doubt, that I was in danger. 

Wednesday, instead of writing a blog post, I finished off Hunger Games. I’ve been meaning to read it for a while, but last weekend my friend Mira loaned me her copy. And since Moose wanted to go see the movie, I thought that it would be good to finish the book before we went.