Amy Poehler's Face Parts Workshop

Leslie Knope. Britta Perry. Liz Lemon. Peyton Sawyer. Daria Morgendorffer. Together, they form my pentagonal spirit animal.

I'm a nerd. I like good grammar and correct spelling. The exception is in cases of extreme fangirling, in which case, please disregard.

I like TV (a lot)...
Parks and Rec, Community, Chuck, The Office, 30 Rock, Cougar Town, Psych, Bones, How I Met Your Mother, Modern Family, New Girl, Black Books, Gavin & Stacey, Grandma's House.

I like panel and political talk shows...
Never Mind the Buzzcocks, Mock the Week, 8 out of 10 Cats, The Daily Show, The Colbert Report, SNL.

I like podcasts (but am still discovering more)...
The JV Club, Nerdist, Comedy Bang Bang, Watkins Family Hour, NPR: All Songs Considered, Pop My Culture, Graham Norton.

I like stand up from the US...
Demetri Martin, Chris Hardwick, Ellen Degeneres, Jimmy Fallon, Craig Fergusson, Jonah Ray, Pete Holmez, Nick Swardson, Kathy Griffin.

I like stand up from the UK...
Sean Lock, Dylan Moran, Simon Amstell, Sarah Millican, Bill Bailey, Danny Bhoy, Russell Howard, Russell Brand.

I also like a whole crap load of music, too, but there's too many artists to mention. But if you don't appreciate Ella Fitzgerald there's a chance you might be dead to me.

TINAMY in 2013

YOU TWO.

(via fuckyeahfeyandpoehler)

Since it’s now 2014 I guess that means this is the year I turn 30. Which seems ridiculous, because aren’t I still 18?

I don’t really give a shit about getting older, I’m not one of those people who’s scared of aging or whatever. It’s not like my ‘youth’ was so amazing that I don’t want to leave it behind. There’s plenty that I’m happy to leave behind with the deteriorating memory of age, since alcohol blackouts were never my thing and consequently the shitty memories have a habit of performing capoeira on my self-confidence.

I just don’t feel I know what the hell I’m doing, and I figured I would by the time I was 30. At least a little. I mean, there is a perpetual pile of clothes on my floor, purely for the reason that when I take them off at the end of the day, I can’t decide whether they need to be washed or whether I can get away with wearing them again. So I throw them on the floor, because apparently that’s a logical half-way point of the indecision.

BUT, I did voluntarily order a pizza with only vegetables on it the other day, so maybe there’s hope for adulthood yet.

I can only conclude that either I’ll figure everything out in the next 3 months, or you never really figure it out and you just have to become comfortable with not really knowing what you’re doing.

That’s kind of terrifying and kind of liberating.

I need to remember these alternate lyrics always. I’m tired of worrying about what everyone else thinks.

Fuck it all.

My dashboard is full of the BEST stuff right now (read: Poehler). I’ve obviously been following some excellent new people recently (to add to the excellent people I was already following, obviously).

So in summary…carry on.

(x)

(via benknope-wyatt)

I hate/love OTH so much. The parts I love, fucking destroy me. The parts I hate give me so much rage.

So far in my rewatch I’m up to s5, and at least twice an episode I shout “DICK!” to Lucas. Seriously, what a dick. I know it should be water under the bridge because of the perspective that comes with knowing how it all turns out, but apparently fangirl rage isn’t logical like that (who knew, right?).

Can I just rant for a second…because let’s keep in mind that when he proposed they were 19..NINETEEN! And everything she said was SO smart and empowered, about them both needing to follow their dreams otherwise they’d end up resentful, and all she wanted was to wait one more year. And because she won’t abadon her dreams to be a 19 year old wife he ends the whole thing?

Like I said…DICK.

I really shouldn’t be trying to make sense of OTH. I know this. And yet, my Lucas rage burns strong. I wonder if there are any other fandoms in which you are passionate about your OTP and yet also think one of them is a tool who doesn’t deserve the other one.

(1) President Abraham Lincoln, who had depression
(2) Writer Virginia Woolf, who had bipolar disorder
(3) Artist Vincent Van Gogh, who had bipolar disorder
(4) Writer Sylvia Plath, who had depression
(5) Mathematician John Nash (from A Brilliant Mind), who had schizophrenia

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(via benknope-wyatt)

snobdylan:

wowawesomeblog:

tswwiaa:

Napoleon Dynamite

THIS IS VERY IMPORTANT

beautiful!!!!

Oh Tina! I wish you were on a show I actually wanted to watch, you beautiful tropical fish.

(via feytal-attraction)

BRB, just going to watch 10 seasons of Friends.

(via feytal-attraction)

itaylorrae:

cedomadruga:

 

Buddy you’re a boy make a big noisePlayin’ in the street gonna be a big man some day

Gah, this song.

itaylorrae:

cedomadruga:

 

Buddy you’re a boy make a big noise
Playin’ in the street gonna be a big man some day

Gah, this song.

(via straightupnuthugger)

sandandglass:

Stephen Colbert talks about columnist Richard Cohen. 

nbcparksandrec:

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Classic Children’s Books Starring ‘Parks and Rec’ Characters

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