Feb 25, 2010

"I'm on a horse."

OK, alright, I'll admit it. I didn't watch the Super Bowl this year. (Grab jaw. Remove from floor. Not.) So it's entirely possible I'm the very last person in America to see this.
It's still so damn funny, there should be a continuous loop option on YouTube:

Feb 21, 2010


I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.

I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,
I love you simply, without problems or pride:
I love you in this way
because I don't know any other way of loving
but this, in which there is no I nor you,
so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand,
so intimate that when I fall asleep
it is your eyes that close.

- Sonnet 17 by Pablo Neruda

Feb 14, 2010

Because nothing says "Be Mine" like affectionate road rage.

Perhaps some dating fundamentals need to be defined instead of just implied here:

Gentlemen, always remember to shut the door after opening it for her.

(Wow, I'd forgotten how entirely inappropriate and creepy these old illustrations really were.)

Source: found here on 7 Deadly Sinners