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I love stalking folk singers, television, Virginia Woolf, Sweet Valley High, awkward moments, and liminal spaces.
It’s this guy’s birthday today. He’s pretty cool.
Jill Taylor might be television’s greatest saint.
- You couldn’t tell by looking at her, but she could put away some food.
- Her French accent was worse than you can imagine.
- She was a friend to all animals, unless they were jerks.
- We never figured her out, as per her evil plan.
- She made several really big, fun mistakes.
- If she was a sandwich topping, she would’ve been bacon.
- She had a lovely voice. At least I think she did.
- Low to moderate viewership, but the critics adored her!
- It was always hard to tell if she was joking.
- She was not just any between-generations, soul-seeking, moderately intelligent, pretty regular, okay person. She was OURS.
- Impeccable taste in movies!
- If she was a breakfast food, she would’ve been bacon.
My obituary, done: Low to moderate viewership, but the critics adored her!
BB’s middle-aged man, drinking beer in the yard before the Stillers game robe.
From Victoria’s Secret.
This is my new favorite game ever.
While on a walk to BB’s house.
forgetting
KWhip
(via bathroomstallpoetry)
the comfort of a warm night.
Sometimes I do my thinking upside-down.
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It’s hard to imagine why I don’t have a Pulitzer with notes like this.
Previously on Arrested Development | NPR’s guide to the running gags from the show
This is dedication.
(via popculturebrain)
I’ve been thinking about changing all of my phone contact pictures to TV characters because I just really, really want this picture to appear when my dad calls.
