Here’s a profile at Wired about Dan Harmon, creator of Community and Mayor of Harmontown, the monthly show he does with us at NerdMelt Theater. It’s an interesting read.
Stephen King announced that he’s writing a sequel to The Shining that focuses on Danny Torrance 20 years later. It’s called Dr. Sleep. I’m Dr. Nervous About It.
Here’s my newest post at Huffington Post, about what to do with all your marriage stuff once you’re divorced.
Please read PMS Adventures. It is an amazing web comic that I recently discovered and adore, about women who get superpowers while they’re ragging it.
Chris Neary recently sent me My Band T-Shirt, a Tumblr where people send in the story of their favorite band shirt, along with a picture. It’s a rad site, but I can do them one better:
Band shirts I have lost.
Because more interesting to me than the things you cherish and keep in your closet for years despite their condition/hipness/smell… are the things you cherish and have lost- to giving them away, to moving, and to the sad old mistress of time.
Here are some of the band shirts I no longer have but still think about.
If you haven’t cried with happiness yet today, I invite you to meet Harper the puppy.
New Indoor Kids episode up with Kumail and I welcoming Paul Scheer!
I’ve never seen anything as insane as this 5 minute short from Paul Bonanno from last week’s Channel 101 screening. Please enjoy Intimate Indiscretions.
XRay photos of the weirdest things pets ate this year.
If you have a few minutes, please read all about the poetry hoax of Ern Malley. It’s a great story.
Thanks ideeli! I love you!
In today’s edition of Discoveries of a Has-Been, we’ve got a song from the Drive soundtrack, a movie I haven’t seen yet, introduced to me by Jonah. Enjoy College- A Real Hero.
No matter how skeptical you think you are, you still believe in magical thinking. Let Psychology Today prove it.
You wouldn’t want to be at the skeptic end of the spectrum anyway. “To be totally ‘unmagical’ is very unhealthy,” says Peter Brugger, head of neuropsychology at University Hospital Zurich. He has data, for example, strongly linking lack of magical ideation to anhedonia, the inability to experience pleasure. “Students who are ‘not magical’ don’t typically enjoy going to parties and so on,” he says. He’s also found that there’s a key chemical involved in magical thinking. Dopamine, a neurotransmitter that the brain uses to tag experiences as meaningful, floods the brains of schizophrenics, who see significance in everything, but merely trickles in many depressives, who struggle to find value in everyday life.
Here’s Michael Stipe’s penis!
An excellent essay about character-building in education, and how sorely we need it.
Did you know that orange juice is fresh-squeezed, but then put into a vat where all the oxygen is sucked out, so it can stay good for a full year. Yup. Read the creepy truth here.
Years ago, when the only place I knew that sold quirky t-shirts online was Cotton Factory, I took part in their “Grab Bag” sale. For $4 each, they’d send you random tees in your size. From those exploits, I got fun shirts about pretzels in German, dinosaur shirts, and weird phrase shirts, and I loved them all.
So when Tee Fury had a similar sale, Kumail and I decided to take them up on it and tempt fate once again. Here’s what we got.
Next time you have a Grab Bag sale, Tee Fury, grab these shirts and burn them.
This week’s episode of The Indoor Kids has Kumail and I chatting with comedian Ron Funches about video games, parents, kids, and racism. You know, the little things!
Go listen and subscribe now!
Hello there. I’m working on a larger… thing… about how romantic comedies ruin our love lives, and how to get them back in shape, and here is the intro to such a thing. It’s a big fluffy concept that I’ve been boiling down and boiling down, and hopefully it’s hardened up like an egg by now (nice analogy), so if you have a chance to look it over, thank you, and if you have a chance to look it over and give me any feedback, huzzah.
Emily Gynomite Gordon
I saw Say Anything when I was 10 years old, and like most women in my age group, I fell head over heels in love with Lloyd Dobbler. Dobbler takes the cake for being the most lusted-after, over-analyzed character in pop culture history. Just like every other pie-eyed girl, I wanted love to look like that, trench-coated and weird and vulnerable. Cut to 18 years later, while in the slow painful process of ending a long relationship, my partner, in a last ditch effort, showed up at my apartment building with a portable CD player held over his head blasting “In Your Eyes”. I heard the first strains and went out onto my balcony, my head feeling stuffed with cotton candy, and I could only look down at his confused face, at the portable CD player. It was the scene I’d been dreaming of for most of my life, and I cannot tell you how incredibly disappointing it was. In the movie, you only see the moment when Dobbler is standing there, defiantly in love, and then the instant when she sees him and realizes how much she loves him. What myself and my would-be Dobbler didn’t think about is that those emotions were smoldering in those characters before he decided to grab his stereo. I suppose we both thought the emotions would come from the act of boombox-hoisting, and guess what? They don’t. What you see in our sad little movie is the neighbors sniggering and the girl having to shout “Can you please shut that off and come up here so we can end this now?”
I cannot tell you how jealous I was of the lead singer of Letters to Cleo. My high school boyfriend thought she was the hottest girl in the world.
She’s still pretty cute.