Happy Friday, cats and kittens.

OHMYGOD.

You know what?

I didn’t even want to TELL you about this before a winner was announced because I was afraid to jinx it!!

… looks like I made a good decision.

I’m just sorry no one was around to witness my victory dance.

Although I am still obscenely excited and find myself doing a very small wiggle at my desk approximately every 3 minutes.

I fucking love Lookmatic (formerly known as Spex Club).

I have three pairs of their frames already and literally had to stop myself from purchasing new ones until the winner was announced.

They truly are the fucking best.

And you know what?

Warby Parker just isn’t as great, so don’t even bother trying to win that argument, friend.

And seriously.

They had a PINTEREST CONTEST.

A

Pinterest

Contest.

That means you can win awesome things by sitting around on your lazy ass pinning things.

That also means that it doesn’t really matter if you win because you just got to kill [redacted] worth of time just pinning shit, with a purpose.

I KNOW RIGHT.

And guess what?

I don’t really have anything else to say.

I just wanted to brag.

Shelby, Morgan, Austin: get in the car. You’re going to mom’s.

Sometimes my favorite things ever are search terms.

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But where did that come from?

How would a wildly false rumor like this get started?

Who (are these two people) Googling such nonsense?

These people know my last name?

Why Madewell?*

Curiouser.

And.

Curiouser.

*For the record: Madewell. Seriously. If you are looking for a model with less-than-average walking skills, big time Google search results for lesbian haircuts, and maybe some oddly placed stretch marks who is based out of the middle of the Rocky Mountains, I am totally game. Honestly. You can email me or send a pajamagram to my place of work/apartment. Either way the answer is assuredly yes.

The A/V club just published (today, mind you) an excellent interview with Eugene Mirman (you may recognize him as Gene from Bob’s Burgers and Eu/Gene from other things that he has been in as well).

I first and foremost suggest you read the interview, if you are one who enjoys the comedy.

If not, thanks for having no sense of humor, you juicebox.

Second.

There was a commenter who posted this:

Which in all honesty is a completely normal way to react to shit on the internet as a person who reacts to shit on the internet.

And as internet-shit-reacters do, they reacted:

What followed was truly one of the most beautiful moments in internet history (this week).

EUGENE.

HIMSELF.

You know.

Just clearing the air…

Remember when I told you the A/V Club posted this today?

Is my mind the only blown one?

And just in case you tried to click the link that was on the screenshot (don’t worry, I knew you would), here’s where you can read his full response.

Just. Awesome.

I promise you this was not photoshopped.

Is there something I’m missing…?

WHY ARE THEY DOING THIS?

So.

I’ve been super jazzed about this series they’ve been running on SplitSider about 90s Nickelodeon shows.

WAIT WHAT YES.

1990s Nickelodeon ohmygod.

They’ve done Pete & Pete, Clarissa Explains It All, Doug, and most recently: Rugrats.

Fascinatingly, they chose to profile Mark Mothersbaugh for the Rugrats installment as he composed not only the theme song, but that motherfucker scored every. single. goddamn. episode.

Nine seasons worth. Holy smokes.

[Not to mention. um. Devo.]

Anyway, I just wanted to share a great quote from Mothersbaugh from the article:

“I think somewhere around high school, your brain starts to gel, to harden. Before that, there’s this time where anything is possible and the more things that you artistically and educationally have in your repertoire, the more you become a child of larger possibilities.”

I loved that.

And it’s silly too, but Nickelodeon played an enormous role in shaping me (and most of you!) into the humans that we are today.

I’m honestly nothing less than thrilled that SplitSider has chosen to profile these shows and honor them for what they gave us.

I mean.

Seriously.

I have a lot to say about this topic. 90s Nick.

But.

I kinda want to talk about it with you?

So.

Go do your homework and read this shit so we can talk about it.

Did I tell you we moved again?

Like. Again again?

Anyway. We did.

Like a month ago.

We moved down the block.

But guess what?

This time we actually unpacked and then ohmygod we took pictures.

This is the only plant that we haven’t killed.

So if you get a sunburn, you know who to call.

This is a ladder we found by the trash.

Note the Buster Brown ad (thanks, Papa Cullie!) which looks insanely good and hilarious when Duncan is laying on that green floor pillow.

Yep.

Giving you a little perspective.

And yes that is a boomerang table with little boomerangs on it.

Boom.

Erang.

Some literature for you.

And a skateboard.

It’s a Dunc with skunks.

My incredible human of a fella PUT ALL OF MY CRAFT ITEMS IN A LITTLE ITEMIZED ORGANIZER SPACE.

He is so much the best that it isn’t even fair for the rest.

Why yes he did do this, too.

And this.

But allow me to refer you again to the great Papa Cullie for giving me the Studio Z sign…

“Dude,” {says dad}, “this is literally the weirdest present I will ever give you.”

I like skunks so what.

I don’t make fun of you for the weird shit you like.

Our Lichtenstein lithograph that we also FOUND BY THE TRASH.

I know. Who are these horrible people throwing their things away???

A far hall.

A near hall.

And lastly:

Hipster Bean.

On his Pendleton blanket.

Well friends and lovers, I hope you enjoyed your tour of most of our living room/some of my craft room.

There’s more to this apartment, but you will just have to wait until you finish your vegetables.

Honestly.

To feel such fucking love + support from strangers is overwhelming in the absolute best way possible.

Like, ohmygod you are rubbing my shoulders exactly where it hurts-type overwhelming.

And after that I still blew you off.

It’s been two months now and I sweartogod I am trying to blog and get back in the swing of things. But for the record, this is nothing like riding a bike. Nothing.

And I’ve also been super distracted by Pinterest. And I know I’m not alone so we will just leave it that, won’t we.

Anyway.

I wanted to apologize for not blogging, but then I would have ended up apologizing for apologizing. So, somehow I am not doing either of things.

Here are some things that happened that also happened to get photographed:

We did the dim sum thing. It’s a thing we like to do.

Duncan got a Gumby.

Gumby is now just a body. Just a body with one leg.

We learned that Duncan is terrified of Polar Bears.

I got a sweet set of rocks glasses.

Someone gave me extra butter for my hot toddy.

And I used it.

Siri tried to push her Christian agenda on me.

My dad gave me a mug that I forgot I made.

I wore suede boots in the snow.

Duncan put on his handsome face.

And my hair gets longer every day.

See.

That wasn’t so hard was it?

And I do not have a huge explanation full of excuses about what the fuck exactly has happened here.

Because, ew.

Who wants to read about a bunch of shit I probably made up to justify myself and make us all feel better, less awkward, more guilt-free, and prettier?

Come on. You know me better than that.

That being said, I do want to start blogging again.

You can count on not really seeing me because holyshit is that stressful.

[I've now deleted dozens of paragraphs/sentences/strings of symbols here to express myself fuller, make the excuses I promised I wouldn't. So that's why there is no real segue here.]

But the time has come, my little friends.

To talk of other things.

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Anyone with me??

(fingers crossed)