gq:

Callin’ Oates

To bliss out to these dudes, call this number: 719-266-2837. Trust us. [Via GQer @ericsull]

I can go for this.

jhpearce:

Buckhorn Mountain… Yup, was totally on top of that this weekend.

Almost 7,000 feet up in the air. My lungs were a little confused.

Franken-camper tricycle. Or something. Click through and scroll down for shots of the cozy interior. 

“Captain’s Log” via sillyape.org

nevver:

Direction

There is a freakin’ cat. On his head. I don’t care what people say—Morrissey rules.

(photo via an old, yet still highly entertaining, Guardian interview)

covetesque:

I already love tea a little too vigorously. This could spell the end for me.

From Ototo.

AAAAAAH! WANT.

Grace: http://tywkiwdbi.blogspot.com/2010/01/owl-in-flight.html
me: it’s an owl missile!
it looks like someone threw it.
Grace: vrrrrrrooom!
me: an owl quarterback
Grace: i love him
he’s on an owl mission
or he’s a roller coaster car
me: i want one
Grace: if only he’d do that on your floor
you’d have a shiny floor
me: heheeh
i’d want to catch him and have him be squishy and fluffy, but i know he’d be all bones and claws and beak
Grace: yeah
i’d want him to be like a bean bag
me: exactly!
and we could play catch with him and he would love it
Grace: he would giggle
me: yesh
but it would be nothing like that horrible ponyo movie
Grace: i hated that movie
and was voicing my review at my birthday brunch with my sisters
and they got pissed off at me
and i was like screw all of you, none of you know shit about it
me: ponyo ponyo, fishy from the sea, she’s a little girl with a round bell-ee
ponyo can suck it.