In case you were wondering, this is my best number with Beyonce.
I mean, I have to carry the song, obviously, but she’s a’ight.
I’ve been wailing along w/ Beyonce most of the day, so…
Tumblr, help me out. Nowhere else in the world (short of comic-con) has more super hero fans and I need you now.
My friend’s 6-year-old son was diagnosed with Leukemia last week. His parents have put together this project for him.
His parents want him to know there are people out there thinking of him, praying for him, wishing him the best.
Here’s what they’re asking:
If you want to help me show Sam how many people are on his team, so he can feel the love: Take a photograph of yourself wearing your favorite superhero shirt (or holding up their logo…or just smiling!)
Print out the picture. Put it in an envelope and mail it to: Sam Sommer, E571 Children’s Hospital of Wisconsin P.O. Box 1997 Milwaukee, Wisconsin 53201-1997 We will hang all the pictures on Sam’s wall…Team Superman Sam!
Also, this link from The Comic Book Shop has instructions for e-mailing pictures.
Please please PLEASE help them out. This is an AWESOME family and I think they could all use the comfort of knowing they’re in the thoughts and prayers of those they haven’t even met.
Please reblog.
Also, see this blog entry from Sam’s dad. It absolutely broke my heart. Please help them if you can.
Good Time | Owl City and Carly Rae Jepsen
… I may have to take back my statement about Carley Rae Jepsen being a one-hit-wonder, because this song totally trumps the disgrace that is Call Me Maybe. Turn it up, and enjoy.
Heart - Dog & Butterfly
A little bit of classic heart in honor of Louis’ trip to the vet for his checkup today.
“Being So Bored in Gay Clubs That You Just Watch the Video Wall All Night…The gay scene fucking sucks. But if you want to have sex even a little bit, you’re going to have to take part in it eventually. You’d think that there’d be a gay bar out there that would cater to you, what with all the bear bars, the daddy bars, the punk gay bars, the sissy-bounce gay bars, the Mexican cowboy gay bars, the square-dancing gay bars, and the gay bars for people with ginger hair fetishes (these are all real gay bars I’ve been to, BTW). But nope. No matter where you go, you’re gonna be hearing the same remix of “We Found Love” four times in an hour. And holy shit are you gonna get bored.”
Ain’t that the truth?
