I woke up this morning to the realisation that I can basically always see my nose and it’s ruining my life.

(Reblogged from mump)

I just got cold called by a guy named Kevin who wanted me to know that he was calling from the Federal Government. When I said, “Okay?” he rushed in to clarify that he was calling from “The finance department.” The finance department of the Federal Government. So I said okay again, because I’d love to hear what the country of Australia’s finance department apparently wants from me. 

After a prolonged and pregnant pause during which I got comfortable for a long chat and during which he apparently did fuck all, Kevin suddenly said, “I’ll call you back.” And the line went dead. That was it. That was the whole call.

So, either I just got called by a reluctant scammer, or the Australia’s in serious trouble. 

Why is the bad guy in every eighties family movie some greaser kid? What was happening in eighties society that the greasers perfectly represented all manifestations of evil? 

(Reblogged from oblivioustoast)

NO ONE I HAVE SPOKEN TO TODAY IS COMING ALONG WITH MY OPINION OF THE MOVIE “IT”.

APPARENTLY THE COMMONLY HELD VIEW IS THAT IT’S A DEEPLY UPSETTING MOVIE ABOUT TIM CURRY, WHEREAS I WAS UNDER THE IMPRESSION THAT IT’S A HEARTWARMING MOVIE ABOUT LOVE SAVING THE DAY. 

(Reblogged from watchingthenightsky)

Real talk though, fuck Brad Pitt’s character in this movie. 

Earlier I was thinking about how much I like Seth Green and it actually took away some of the enjoyment of the Portuguese tart I was eating, because apparently I can’t focus on two things that I am equally fond of at the same time.