Q

Anonymous asked:

When will you post videos of yourself playing and singing ukulele songs don't say never because you have to do this in the next three days that's a challenge and will you do it?

A

I only play one thing these days

I’m sorry

  • Dudes: Your email is really n-i-c-o-o-l at gmail dot com? Like “nicool?”
  • Me: 😐
  • Dudes: That’s cool…I guess.
  • Me: 😐

Establishing dominance over this sweet dog.

Last night David taught me how to ride a scooter and then I drove his Vespa sandwiched between him and Chris on their motorcycles which is irrefutable proof that not only can Tumblr and 4chan get along, but together they can form a tiny, cautious bike gang that putters around South Williamsburg at 10 mph on a warm summer night Last night David taught me how to ride a scooter and then I drove his Vespa sandwiched between him and Chris on their motorcycles which is irrefutable proof that not only can Tumblr and 4chan get along, but together they can form a tiny, cautious bike gang that putters around South Williamsburg at 10 mph on a warm summer night Last night David taught me how to ride a scooter and then I drove his Vespa sandwiched between him and Chris on their motorcycles which is irrefutable proof that not only can Tumblr and 4chan get along, but together they can form a tiny, cautious bike gang that putters around South Williamsburg at 10 mph on a warm summer night

Last night David taught me how to ride a scooter and then I drove his Vespa sandwiched between him and Chris on their motorcycles which is irrefutable proof that not only can Tumblr and 4chan get along, but together they can form a tiny, cautious bike gang that putters around South Williamsburg at 10 mph on a warm summer night

david:

Moot vs Nicole

destroying chris at ping pong

the1trueluigi:

nukuler:

Hi. We want to cook a bacon dinner for you on September 7th in Greenpoint, Brooklyn.

You want to do what now?! Make me a BACON DINNER where I first lived upon migrating to the states?!?! So…what do you need…an organ…a limb…MY VERY SOUL?!?!

Thanks, but the meat is taken care of, so we’ll take $40 instead.

This Summer I Am All In On:

  1. Crop tops
  2. Arduino
  3. Role playing games
  4. New Orleans style cold brew
  5. The clean and jerk
  6. Ample Hills every day

kickstartereveryday:

The magnificent hair-beardos of Kickstarter.

xuhulk:

updatesupdatesupdates:

THE “OFFICIAL” RULES OF BOOBS, DEATHS, DINKS as played by East and West contingents of people-I’ve-watched-GoT-with:

  1. Beforehand, everyone provides a guess as to how many boobs, how many deaths, and how many scenes with Peter Dinklage will be in that night’s episode.
  2. This can go either by column or by row. Either everyone guesses boobs in order, then deaths, etc. Or the first person guesses all three, then the next person. Different groups like different methods.
  3. One person is selected as note-taker for ep. They should get a piece of paper. Others can help keep count, but it’s the note-taker’s ultimate responsibility. (Book-fans make the best note-takers if available).
  4. At the end of the ep. each player gets a score for each category. Their score is how many numbers off their guess was (no Price is Right rules…you can go over). Your total score is your boobs, death, and dink scores added together.
  5. The player with the lowest total score wins. Ties are acceptable.
  6. Prizes to be awarded at hosts discretion.
  • BOOBS: traditionally only human lady boobs count (feel free to include peen in this category, just let everyone know ahead of time). The boob count is determined by exposed nipple. Boobs are counted singularly, rather than in pairs (there can be odd numbered boob counts). Seeing the same character’s boobs in multiple scenes does not count as multiple boobs. Dead boobs count.
  • DEATHS: deaths are counted as any on screen death or the off-screen death during the episode of a named character (animals with names count).
  • DINKS: Dinklage scenes go by screenplay rules. Different shots within the same scene/location do not another Dink make. But a new scene with Dinklage, even if there has been no cut to another character or scene in between, still counts.
  • AMBIGUITY: All of these can be difficult to discern. Fervent debate encouraged. Coincidentally, drinking also encouraged.

If you play this with us, the customary prize is a portrait of Jon Snow by whoever kept track of the score. So far, Nicole has won TWICE, possibly because she has the Sight.

Here’s to pre-mosquito summer.

No one asked for this but for some reason I saturated the internet yesterday with Opinions.

1) I did guest recommendations for Bygone Bureau, where I wrote a recipe for Chinese comfort food, cry-laughed playing Sportsfriends, and encouraged women to lift weights with a pinch of #misandry.

2) For the Kickstarter blog I talked about a few of the (more unusual) projects I love.

3) I had a Gchat convo with my friend Kevin about all of our azn feelings and he put in his newsletter. (The newsletter is great and normally has far less me in it and is therefore worth signing up for!)

(I am very tickled that Hallie Bateman got my ombré and eye mole in this illustration.)

My weird Tamagotchi experiment

A few weeks ago, I bid for an original, 1996-1997 Tamagotchi on eBay. It’s the same kind I had as a second grader, and I was curious what it would be like to try to “raise” this “cyber pet” as an adult in 2014.

After replacing the battery (an arduous journey in itself), I pulled the tag out and hatched an egg. I named my Tamagotchi Jennifer. She’s now ten days old and I carry her wherever I go, trying to remember to take care of her when I can. Every couple hours, I feed her, clean her poop, play games with her, turn off her light when she’s sleeping, and discipline her when she acts out (yeah, “disciplining”—no one remembers that particularly fascinating and bizarre mechanic).

A big part of this ongoing experiment has been me tweeting about her life, which is an absolutely ridiculous and obnoxious thing to do, but the act of creating a narrative around this strange thing has made me feel more invested in what happens to her. It’s also been interesting to see the reactions of other people to this experiment, which range from “what the fuck are you doing” to visceral nostalgia to intrigue (mostly from game designers or people who are into internet art).

She’ll die. Maybe soon. I actually have no idea when, but I think some existential doubt will start appearing in her Twitter feed as they begin entering my own mind.

If you want to follow along in Jennifer’s life story, you can do so here.

amajor7:

my queen
amajor7:

my queen