Her clothes are green, but her heart is black.


Marvel Swimsuit Special: Thor
by Lou Harrison
I’m always saying this: This is a show that doesn’t rely on sensationalism or violence, rape, sex, beheadings and people being in strange, weird, aberrational—particularly women. I love that the women in this show—we’re not victims, we’re not arch-bitches, we’re adult characters living in a tough moral…in a new world where there’s just moral ambiguity and it gets harder and harder to see what’s the right and the wrong thing. I always like to call this show shades of gray. There’s a real skill involved in writing a show that has that complexity and sophistication.
Christine Baranski on The Good Wife (source)

Conversational snippet from tonight’s Jewish wedding:

"I like Martin Luther. He had some balls."

I continued my streak of only being clumsy occasionally and in the most absurd ways today, and I continued that streak in epic proportions. Off the top of my head, I:

- put my contacts in the wrong eyes and spent ten minutes wondering why I couldn’t see and whether my ocular nerves had suddenly stopped communicating
- somehow got oatmeal on my elbow at breakfast and from there onto both my shirt and dress (the third time I’d gotten food on both my shirt and dress at the same meal on this trip)
- got food on my shirt and dress at lunch
- got water on the *inside* of my sunglasses
- lost my sunglasses, presumably when they flew out of my bag as it slid off the seat during one of the tour bus’s many sudden stops
- got heavy whipping cream all over the outside of a coffee cup
- got stuck inside a bathroom, in a basement where no one could’ve heard any calls for help and without a phone (and this is not the first time I’ve gotten stuck in a bathroom)


A portion of the Lagoon nebula imaged by Argentinean astronomers Julia Arias and Rodolfo Barbá using the Gemini South telescope with the Gemini Multiple-Object Spectrograph.


My alter egos have changed a lot over the years. When I was a child I was a black horse called Storm. Whinnying and jumping over bamboo poles in the garden took up pretty much my entire childhood. When I was a teenager I spent every weekend locked in my dark green bedroom imagining I was Jane Eyre. In my 20s, I’ve projected myself into characters and by playing Bel Rowley in The Hour, I’ve inhabited the life of a ground-breaking, game-changing female journalist of the 1950s. This is pretty much the best thing that has ever happened to me. And, for any of you women out there who are thinking you might want to trade up your present alter ego: try a few minutes of being Bel. It works wonders.

ms marvel #6; "we are totally twinsies!”

Supervillain clothes, day 2.

This insistent tv preacher looks so much like Donnie Pfaster.

I’ve finished reading but he’s gonna need to stay out here for moral support getting through this trip with my parents.

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