Aries: If nobody hates you, you’re doing something wrong.

Taurus: Everybody’s happy until they unwrap the pretty present and find they got a wall clock in the shape of Africa.

Gemini: The advantage of being a freak, it makes you stronger

Cancer: Did you come for my feelings? Because I left ‘em in my other pants.

Leo: I cared for eight seconds. Then I got distracted.

Virgo: If you talk to God, you’re religious. If God talks to you, you’re psychotic.

Libra: Your testosterone levels are below Bieber.

Scorpio: There’s no such thing. Our bodies break down, sometimes when we’re ninety, sometimes before we’re even born, but it always happens and there’s never any dignity in it. I don’t care if you can walk, see, wipe your own ass, it’s always ugly. Always! You can live with dignity, you can’t die with it.

Sagittarius: Hi! This is Gregory House. I can’t take your call at the moment, please leave a message. If this is Wilson, I’m fine, not suicidal, not on drugs, coping very well with the loss of my last patient. So feel free to go about your day without worry. BEEEEEP!

Capricorn: Life is pain! I wake up every morning, I’m in pain! I go to work with pain! Do you know how many times I wanted to just give up? How many times I thought about ending it?

Aquarius: Sometimes the best gift is the gift of never seeing you again.

Pisces: Somewhere out there is a tree, tirelessly producing oxygen so you can breathe. I think you owe it an apology.

Facebook founder Mark Zuckerberg may have taken an extended paternity leave after the birth of his daughter, but generally, American men do not take more than a few days. Ninety-six percent of American men are back to work within two weeks of a baby’s birth.

“There might be some stigma attached,” says Gordon Dahl, an economist at the University of California, San Diego. “ ‘What if I take paternity leave, will I not get the next promotion? Or will people think I’m not as connected to the workplace? Am I kind of signaling that I don’t care about work enough?’ ”

How To Get Dads To Take Parental Leave? Seeing Other Dads Do It

Graphic: Katie Park/NPR


”He was gentle, unassuming and private but his soulful voice and playing were vital, magical components of our most recognised Pink Floyd sound.

I have never played with anyone quite like him. The blend of his and my voices and our musical telepathy reached their first major flowering in 1971 on Echoes. In my view all the greatest PF moments are the ones where he is in full flow. After all, without “Us and Them” and “The Great Gig in the Sky,” both of which he wrote, what would The Dark Side of the Moon have been? Without his quiet touch the album Wish You Were Here would not quite have worked.

In our middle years, for many reasons he lost his way for a while, but in the early Nineties, with The Division Bell, his vitality, spark and humour returned to him and then the audience reaction to his appearances on my tour in 2006 was hugely uplifting and it’s a mark of his modesty that those standing ovations came as a huge surprise to him, (though not to the rest of us).

Like Rick, I don’t find it easy to express my feelings in words, but I loved him and will miss him enormously.“

David Gilmour

                                Tailfin Tribute Tuesday

59 & 60 Chevy Impalas by Greg Gjerdingen

The mind of the storyteller
is cursed with the ability
of seeing; predicting
all possible options
within a life’s
There were
nine hundred
ninety nine
to be considered with us.
Why…? Why, my love –
Why did we have to choose
the only option
that ended in ‘you and me’
instead of 'us’?
—  M.A. Tempels © 2016

Faith No More - Digging the Grave (1995)

Guess The Song...

“I put my lifetime in between the paper’s lines…
I’m the quiet storm nigga who fight rhyme
P, yeah you heard of him but I ain’t concerned with them,
Nigga I pop more guns than you holding them.
Make my route while the sun’s out and scold your men,
unload ten in broad daylight, get right
Fuck your life! hop on my ninety-eight dirt bike,
You try to stop mines from growing, I’ll make your blood stop flowing
Take affirmative action to any ass if he asking,
Now here come the Mac 10….
You’s a dick blower
Trying to speak the Dunn language,
What the drilly with that though, it ain’t banging
You hooked on Mobb-phonics, Infamous-bonics,
Lying to the Pop Dog like you got it,
You ain’t no wilding out for the night fist thrower
Rusty shank holder, we live this shit….”

bethanyactually asked:

Okay, my mom is a huge Phil Collins fan, so I feel like I have to ask: what's the story of your Phil Collins concert tee?

So, I’m not sure if I’ve ever told this here before. Younger people won’t remember how ubiquitous Phil Collins was in the early nineties, OR how it was easy to be into what was on the radio because it was nearly impossible to be into cool music in suburban Ohio without the internet.

So, that’s background. It was probably my second or third concert, the summer between freshman and sophomore year, my parents bought four lawn seats to the Both Sides of the World tour date at Blossom Music Center. We got there early, spread out our ground cover and blankets, and started roaming around. 

I really really really wanted a t-shirt. That’s how people knew you went to a concert, right? And you had to get the black t-shirt, because those were the coolest ones. 

So, after much deliberation, I got this beauty:

Okay. I know. That is, I know NOWWW. But that was my only option!

I show up to the first day of school in my cool new concert tee, and the first comment I get about it is, “Uhhhhh, who’s on your shirt? Is that your DAD??”

Cut to me deflating like a helium balloon carried home from an amusement park. 

And even though I understood the concept of sarcasm at 15, not many of my classmates did. So, when I said, “Yeahhhh, I have a shirt with my dad’s face on it.” He just said, “Oh. Cool.”

(I did not wear that shirt to school again.)

Senior Ellen DeGeneres, a member of the varsity tennis team at Atlanta High School in Atlanta, Texas, in 1976. Ellen once said about her grandma and exercise”My grandmother started walking five miles a day when she was sixty. She’s ninety-seven now, and we don’t know where the hell she is.“#theunsungheroines


Susan Carr

I am a painter educated at School Of The Museum Of Fine Arts Boston/Tufts MFA 2003. I won fifth year in the nineties have kids and eat drink and sleep art. I am interested in like minded individuals who also love art!