Moffat broke Doctor Who. That is all.
Four-year-old Riley Maida stands in a toy aisle of a department store in Newburgh, N.Y. The backdrop is pink. The shelves behind her are stacked with plastic babies in pink onesies. To her left are hair-and-makeup dolls with exaggerated heads attached to truncated shoulders. The shelf above has rows of little dresses and pastel pink slippers. The shelf above that, more pink dolls in more pink dresses.
In the next aisle, there’s a distinct absence of pink. This is the “boys aisle.” Lined with Nerf guns, G.I. Joes, superhero figures, building blocks and toy cars, it has a diverse color palette of blues, greens, oranges and reds.
Maida looks down the aisle of pink. Arms akimbo, the cherubic 4-year-old with brunette bangs furrows her brow. She looks into her father’s camera and begins a rant that will go viral on the internet and make its way onto television networks like CNN and ABC.
My friends and I were crossing the road towards Flinders Street Station tonight and there was this goth girl running down the crossing, continuously screaming at people’s faces to make them move out of her way.
After she ran past me, I yelled out “Have a nice night!” and the other people on the crossing laughed, and that was a nice moment.
Little did they know I did it out of complete fear for my safety.
I know for sure that you can tell how smart people are by what they laugh at."
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Rebecca Mock, a Brooklyn-based illustrator, is one of a handful of artists who have done GIF work for the New York Times
I only just realised that I can put Dizzee Rascal into the playlist and nobody can do anything about it.
Steven Moffat Doesn’t Understand Grief, and It’s Killing Doctor Who
There’s a popular joke I’ve seen floating around on Tumblr for a while now. It goes like this:
“Joss Whedon, Steven Moffat and George R.R. Martin walk into a bar and everyone you’ve ever loved dies.”
Here’s the problem, though:
This is why I kind of wish I hadn’t seen the 50th, even though I enjoyed it.
My hands are too big to wiggle. Turns out, I had to pull the tabby part down instead of up.
It has been 300 days since the end of 30 Rock.
Guys, seriously, this wristband is stuck on me.
It’s made of fucking adamantite or something.
I don’t have scissors in my room, and everyone’s too asleep for me to go downstairs, so I tried using my teeth, but I kept biting myself, and what I could grab with my teeth tastes horrible for some reason and I’m so confused about this thing around my wrist.
The name of the band is All-Star.
They weren’t bad, actually.
Re: this pink thing around my wrist.
How do I take it off?
All this cover band’s doing is make me want to watch Shrek again.