surisburnbook:

Doesn’t she have enough flowers already? Good lord.
So far, the “royal baby bump” has been pretty disappointing. The Duchess has pretty much stuck to thick coats that downplay her pregnancy and, even at six months, she is still super-tiny. I was really hoping for a Jessica Simpson-type situation here.

surisburnbook:

Doesn’t she have enough flowers already? Good lord.

So far, the “royal baby bump” has been pretty disappointing. The Duchess has pretty much stuck to thick coats that downplay her pregnancy and, even at six months, she is still super-tiny. I was really hoping for a Jessica Simpson-type situation here.

"Finally, we have one of the most surprising performances of the play, and one of the best child performances I have ever seen, from Sadie Dragoo as Clay and Kelly’s young daughter. She rarely has any lines, but she carries herself with such composure and maturity you’re sure she’s been doing it for years. Many times, she steals the scene from actors much her senior, even as she’s forced to deal with subjects far beyond her level. In the end, hers becomes one of the most important characters in the bunch, and she carries it with such skill one wonders if she isn’t really a small adult actor in a child suit."

My niece’s first review!!

"The Pain and the Itch" is a painfully funny look at family and their secrets - Austin Theater | Examiner.com

"Suppress everything that you are naturally inclined to do for nervous movements—all of it. Force yourself to be still. Don’t blink. Now, while you’re concentrating on doing all that, try to express emotions. There’s no room to do so. So, if you let go and let yourself do those nervous things, I’m going to punish you. Suppress those emotions, too, so you won’t get punished. Now keep suppressing them. For weeks. For years."

Interesting perspective from an autistic adult.

Shaping Clay: In Passing: On Not Passing, Failing to Pass, and Social Skills

buzzfeed:

Josh Romney in the audience of tonight’s debate.

slushpilehell:

Usually I don’t pick on a writer’s actual manuscript, but I can’t resist this humdinger:

“My legs are suddenly the consistency of Jell-O. I’m so glad I decided to wear my best jeans this morning.”

Oh, my bad. That’s not from a query. It’s from Fifty Shades of Grey. You know, that series that has sold 7 million copies. Please kill me.

My Five Mother’s Day Demands, Reposted

1. Do not give me a card from the dog.

Some women do want a card from the dog or cat, and that’s fine. I have a few friends who would probably have it on their own lists of demands. Not me. I only want a card from those entities to whom I gave birth and from their father. While I’m on the subject, I don’t want sappy cards or cards that play music. And definitely no card that’s over-sized or that has a punch-out “World’s Best Mom” badge. I won’t wear that.

2. Do not mess up the house, which I will have cleaned on Saturday.

If you make me breakfast (yeah, right) then clean up the mess. If we bring home take-out because that’s what I’ve decided I want for lunch, then you’ll have to clean up after that. This also means you will have to go an entire day without leaving clothes on the floor, or shoes in the living room, or half-empty bottles of Coke Zero on the breakfast bar.Seriously, if this means you have to stay in your room for the entire day, then that’s what you’ll have to do.

As for your bathroom? Just keep the door shut.

3. Stop by the table in the foyer of the church where people hand out carnations for every child to give to his or her mom. I should have 3 flowers in my hand when we leave church.

This is for your sake, not mine. You don’t want to be known as the boys who didn’t care enough about their own mother to walk up to a table and pick up a free flower for her. You also don’t want to be the boys whose own mother has blogged about how her own children wouldn’t walk up to a table and pick up a free flower for her. Don’t think I won’t tweet it, too.

4. Do not talk to me about video games, solar systems or Pokemon.

I don’t talk to you about Jane Austen or crock pot recipes on your birthday (or ever), so back off the conversations that are really just gibberish to me anyway. This is one day of the year that I will not smile and nod and pretend like I’m glad to know how many kills you got or how far away from the sun Saturn is. If you’re not sure if the topic you’d like to discuss will be interesting to me, then just don’t bring it up. A good rule of thumb: Just leave me alone.

5. I get control of the good TV.

And I’m probably going to want to watch a movie that has a lot of dialogue. This will be my way of making sure demand #4 is met. If, however, you’d like to sit next to me and watch the movie with a lot of dialogue without making sarcastic comments about the period costumes or antiquated dancing, you’re free to do so.

Again, a good rule of thumb: Just leave me alone.

"If you would be a real seeker after truth, it is necessary that at least once in your life you doubt, as far as possible, all things."

— René Descartes (via mythologyofblue)

The fear of long words.