I love you.

But I also love myself, and the Blogger posting app is hell.

So I switched (just like Amy) to tumblr.

http://thatamredicaling.tumblr.com

Type

Now, you know me — I'm not one for celebrity crushes. There are two people who break that rule, and I thought I'd share them.

I've always had a thing for Padma Lakshmi.

Here she is eating soup and being beautiful.

Here she is looking hot, wearing yellow.

The other is Mark Ronson, who you probably haven't heard of. He's a music producer from Britain and he fuses pop with rock with soul with jazz with R&B with hip-hop with trip-hop with big band.

Perfect hair



Him by a wall or something.



Nice.



Adidas — always a good choice.



He's smiling because he's so fucking talented.

People always ask me what my "type" is. I never thought I had one, but, if you're dying to have something tangible, take the above as your answer.

Phone's ringing, Dude.

I just watched The Big Lebowski and it, just as I remember, is amazing.

A baby Steve Buscemi dies at the hands of Nihilists (well, indirectly), and the fucking Chinaman pees on his rug.  It really tied the room together.

Dude: It's like what Lenin said... you look for the person who will benefit, and, uh...

Donny: I am the walrus.

Dude: You know what I'm trying to say...

Donny: I am the walrus.

Walter: That fucking bitch.

Dude: Yeah!

Donny: I am the walrus.

Walter: Shut the fuck up, Donny! V.I. Lenin. Vladimir Ilyich Ulyanov!

Donny: What the fuck is he talking about, Dude?

It's in your head, bro.

I find this gender guesser kind of eerie.

"It's in your head, bro.  It's in your braiiin."

Following that thought, if you're trying to waste time but do good for science, visit gwap.com. It's a games site (with smart people games), and the answers you give in the games are used to enhance artificial intelligence at Carnegie Mellon.  Sweet.