“My paintings’ surfaces are expansive and push outward in all directions, or their surfaces contract and rush inward in all directions. Between these two poles, you can find everything I want to say.” —Mark Rothko, born on this day in 1903
Mark this day, dear followers, I’m being proactive and posting BEFORE I go drinking scotch all evening!
The event? Peatin’ Meetin’ VIII, a glorious annual celebration of peated whiskies, the type I enjoy above all others. So, for the occasion, I share with you some appropriate posts from the Scotch Trooper, who has embodied a very similar love of two amazing gifts to mankind, Star Wars & Scotch Whisky!
Despite the small size of the store, there’s a nearly constant stream of customers. Thursdays are the busiest–that’s senior citizen day, when customers 65 and older are given significant discounts. Even though he’s exhausted by the end of the day, Mark loves Thursdays. One of his responsibilities is loading groceries into the cars of customers who are too frail or snobbish to do so themselves. The people who take advantage of this most are old ladies. And old ladies are excellent tippers, at least when it comes to handsome young men like him.
Mark has no shame–he schmoozes the old biddies, listening to their long winded stories and inquiring about their grandchildren. He learns their names and key details about them, and peppers his conversation with flirty jokes. It may seem mercenary, but nontaxable income is perfect for a person in his situation. Of course he’s supposed to report tips, but he doesn’t. His manager discourages even accepting tips (“If someone offers you a tip, son, just tell them their thanks is enough”), so Mark sees no benefit in disclosing his extra earnings.
Months ago, I was so sure that my feelings for you was gone… but it turns out they were just sleeping with the fishes. Those times that I care less about you were the most precious to me; not because I felt alone, but because I felt free..and you took that away when you came back to get my attention once again.
But today marks the day that I say to myself to stop hoping for the possibility of you. I know I’ve said this a million times, but I’m so done with all that. I need to rid myself with all the loneliness I feel inside. I hope you cooperate and this is goodbye for good.
Just to think I could be in Copenhagen right now... UGHHHHH
Why did my sister have to have her birthday tomorrow, why did my nephew have to be scheduled to be born this weekend (still no sign btw which makes me more frustrated) and then my dad had to come back during this weekend too… AHHHHH I WILL SEE ALYCIA AT A CON ONE DAY!!!! Mark my words!!!
Nikola Tesla and Mark Twain were
best friends and mutual fanboys. Source
HAPPY BEST FRIENDS DAY!!! Idk about you, but I have some pretty awesome besties. Love to you all. Here are some bonus facts about amazing, adorable, and/or unlikely friendships to give you some warm fuzzies on this magical day:
❤️ Dogs and foxes. I can’t.
Dogs aren’t ‘man’s best friend,’ they can be besties with anyone and anything. 🐶
🐱 🐭 🐹 🐰 🐼 🐨 🐯
🐸 🐙 🐵
🐧 🐥 🐴 🐢 🐬 🐳 🐪 🐘 🐐 🐏 🐑 🐎 🐁 🐓 🐇 🐿🐈🐩
Why do punk rockers and emo singers never age like fucking Billie Joe Armstrong Gerard way Pete wentz mark hoppus they were all in their 20ishs in the 90’s early 2000’s and they look exactly the same with like debatably better hair then there’s Brendon urie who will always look like a scared prepubescent it’s just wow I forget some of these dudes are old af