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Isaac- making other folks wishing to propose marriage look like chumps since May 23, 2012.

Pretty sure that one of the few good parts of Glee left is the fact that the show introduces me to good songs.

Stephen Colbert is the only man to be recognized as one of Maxim’s Hot 100…and he’s #69.

Dear Maxim,

For, like, two seconds, I will enjoy your magazine. Now you can continue objectifying women.

Teehee and all that.

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comicbookalex:

I love this image but it drives me crazy that the “Let it Be” Beatles should be before the “Abbey Road” Beatles. I’ll happily buy a print of a corrected version!

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fishingboatproceeds:

A new video in which I discuss traditional marriage, religion, intersexuality, the idea of marriage as a covenant, and the legal rights of gay people to marry.

Yes. To all of this. kthxbai.

Regardless of whether you like our current president, he’s pretty much the only politician I know that wouldn’t look like a fool while slow jammin’ the news.

meth-house:

Why isn’t this on my front door

:)

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What about. . .

Keep in mind, this story is amazing. However, I can’t help but think for every amazing story like this, where everyone is okay despite the circumstances, there are at least thousands, if not millions, of stories where the fate isn’t quite the same. Where was God in those situations.

Yeah. :/

kellysue:

I know LICENSE TO ILL isn’t going to get a lot of love today, it’ll be overshadowed by masterworks like PAUL’S BOUTIQUE and HOT SAUCE COMMITTEE.  And that cool; that’s great.  That’s as it should be.  Probably the thing about the Beastie Boys that have most enjoyed has been watching them age, as artists and as men, with real grace. And I guess that’s the loss that I’m feeling right now—the end of the opportunity to continue to be witness to that evolution. That feels like a vacuum. That feels like theft.  

So, while we are sifting through our collections trying to fill that void, I’m going to hit LICENSE TO ILL.  Yes, it’s a record made by a bunch of asshole kids. At a certain point in my life—when *I* was an asshole teenager, not coincidentally—I could not get enough of it.  It’s smells that we most often talk about being tied to memory, but the opening beats of She’s Crafty take me back so specifically to a time and place… the house we rented on Tejas. My job at Video Update. The Robs, the Jeffs. The Andys.  All the stupid, stupid shit Amity and I got into that I am, quite frankly, surprised we lived through.  

It was a long way from the best time in my life—it was dizzyingly uncomfortable at best—but I still hold those memories dear.  Dearer for the distance, but still.  I can recall without reliving and find moments, sensations to love.  

I listen to LICENSE TO ILL and I remember just what it felt like to get f**ked up and scream like a madwoman at the stars in the Texas big sky.  It felt glorious. 

For that, and for all the rest, I am grateful.  Thank you, MCA. 

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