I’ll be staring at these soothing fish instead.

Click to feed them; they also follow your cursor. They also put you into a dopamine stupor – just saying.

I don’t know how this happened, but it’s glorious.

Ghetto-Fabulous Genghis Kahn.

My favorite (tied with “It’ll make you so fresh, straight up!” and the accompanying sparkly breeze):

It gets crazy hot, for real though! (I love the dude with one vanishing arm who’s trying to lick a skillet. They must get geniuses up in there all the time.)

ETA: Via Serious Eats, which is 90% posts about meat, 9% posts about the Dessert Truck, and 1% this thing.

So I’m trying to write to deadline, desperately; this of course means it’s time to talk about theories of interior design!

…of which I have none. What I mean is, I tried to clean up my apartment yesterday and got totally flabbergasted, because while there’s plenty of room for the mess, there’s absolutely no space for me to get oranized.

This always makes me think of the one episode of Mission: Organization that ever impressed me, where some poor woman’s jail cell of a studio apartment got remade into an actual living space. It’s still small, and this sort of renovation only works on people who don’t own a lot of books, but I still think about it whenever I look at my living room and think, “This is a cesspool – be like that studio apartment, stupid living room!”

The Before: there’s more information about this on the website, which includes Puritan-level scathing condemnation of her slightly-cluttered chair. Seriously, they put “There’s actually a chair underneath all that stuff!” on the ACTUAL WEBSITE. There’s two books, two messenger bags, and a paper shopping bag on that chair. I should show HGTV the horrors of the chair in my living room that I call “Closet 2″.

Anyway, while the clutter factor is debatable, there’s no question this is a really bland apartment that needed help:

And boy, did it ever get help.
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For those who are curious, a brief photo tour of my home.

(Or, you know, Jay Walker’s amazing personal library, for which he constructed an entire house and pipes in a custom soundtrack to set just the right mood for looking at “a 1665 Bills of Mortality chronicle of London (you can track plague fatalities by week)”. via Wired.

And as long as you’re dreaming of impossible things, enjoy their gallery of spaceship conceptual art, of which my favorite is this bad boy.

Sure, the online Costume Institute database is a priceless resource for anyone who’s researching historical fiction, but let’s face it, it’s the least they could do after I worked their stupid Gala twice, jeez.

The online database, a little weird but searchable. I have taken the liberty of typing in “court”, which is proven to get the absolute maximum embroidery per result. (I often worry that if I had the money for an 18th-century court suit, I’d just wear the coat out to lunch – then again, if I could afford an 18th-century court suit, I bet I’m having lunch in Paris or something, so that would be fine.)