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March 12th
10:01 PM EST

hungryrunner:

Eat Skinny Be Skinny: Blue Moon Applesauce Sponge Cake

Whenever Claire posts a recipe on her blog, I always pray really hard that the finished product will instantly appear on a plate in front of me. It never happens, but hey, a girl can dream. While it’s a shame that I can’t use the power of magic to summon delicious baked goods into my life, the good news is that foodies like Claire are nice enough to use the power of the Internet to let us in on how we can make our own versions of their recipes!

[via The Realistic Nutritionist]

In the case of this Blue Moon Applesauce Sponge cake recipe, I’m especially grateful because a) It’s super easy to make, b) it’s cake, and c) it’s cake made with Blue Moon! (My favorite beer!) So, basically this cake is a win-win-win situation.

Head over to Claire’s blog for the recipe!

[via The Realistic Nutritionist]

If you like beer and if you like cake (that should include just about everyone), then you will enjoy this recipe for cake that is made with beer. 

3:38 PM EST
Take Ron’s advice and make this the mantra for the day your whole life.
[via hungryrunner]

Take Ron’s advice and make this the mantra for the day your whole life.

[via hungryrunner]

2:43 PM EST
"The problem, often not discovered until late in life, is that when you look for things in life like love, meaning, motivation, it implies they are sitting behind a tree or under a rock. The most successful people in life recognize, that in life they create their own love, they manufacture their own meaning, they generate their own motivation. For me, I am driven by two main philosophies, know more today about the world than I knew yesterday. And lessen the suffering of others. You’d be surprised how far that gets you."
—  Neil deGrasse Tyson (via drinkyourjuice)

(Source: everydayepiphanies, via christinefriar)

March 9th
10:06 AM EST
This is me saying “sorry” for being MIA for the past few months. It’s because I’ve been doing a lot of writing over here. I know I don’t look at all apologetic, but I promise, I really am sorry. Because I know that sooo many people are so upset that I haven’t ~updated my Tumblr blog~ in so long. It’s almost like a tragedy, I know.
Anyway, I’ll have to share a more recent photo one of these days, because these pictures are old school and I’ve chopped a large chunk of my precious, long locks off since! (I know, I’m such a rebel!) 
And what you can really read all of this as, is: “I’m mad at myself for not writing here as much as I used to so here is a gratuitous GIF of myself that I can pretend will make up for it!” 
WEEEE! 

This is me saying “sorry” for being MIA for the past few months. It’s because I’ve been doing a lot of writing over here. I know I don’t look at all apologetic, but I promise, I really am sorry. Because I know that sooo many people are so upset that I haven’t ~updated my Tumblr blog~ in so long. It’s almost like a tragedy, I know.

Anyway, I’ll have to share a more recent photo one of these days, because these pictures are old school and I’ve chopped a large chunk of my precious, long locks off since! (I know, I’m such a rebel!) 

And what you can really read all of this as, is: “I’m mad at myself for not writing here as much as I used to so here is a gratuitous GIF of myself that I can pretend will make up for it!” 

WEEEE! 

9:37 AM EST

(Source: hungryrunner)

March 7th
2:01 PM EST

Visible Children: Kony 2012 Viewed Critically

This video gave me the chills last night, and I’m sure you’ve watched it and felt the goosebumps creep up by now too. (Clearly that’s the effect that they were going for when they made it, using that cute little Gavin kid and all.) And when I reblogged it as it was going viral last night, I did so a little hesitantly, thinking to myself, “I hate to think that these people have some other not-so-admirable political motive behind all of this, but… what’s the other side of this story and who and what is really behind this campaign?” Well, apparently I wasn’t so horrible in questioning the overall authenticity of it all and this blog post by Grant Oyston nicely explains why

March 6th
6:36 PM EST

Not only do I have major goosebumps from watching this, but also from seeing this spread like wildfire over the past hour or so.

Please watch this and don’t click “like”, click “reblog”. 

[via whydoihaveablog,cockenblog,erockappel & steveagee]

10:00 AM EST

Oatmeal for breakfast is awesome, but if you can’t have cinnamon in it, then what’s the point?

Two mornings ago, I woke up, drank two cups of coffee, read a few chapters of The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo, and decided to make a bowl of oatmeal when I felt my stomach starting to growl. I poured the oats into a bowl. I mashed up a banana and mixed it in. I poured in a cup of almond milk. I went to grab the cinnamon so I could sprinkling a bit of it into the mix and complete the oatmeal-making process. Where was the cinnamon?

I scanned the counter. I put cinnamon in my oatmeal every morning. I always placed it back in the same spot on the counter, where could it have gone? I opened both doors to the spice cabinet and searched around. I moved the other spices- cumin, paprika, nutmeg- around like chess pieces, all the while keeping my eyes peeled for the cinnamon. It wasn’t in there. With my left hand still on the cabinet door’s handle, I spun around and looked toward the kitchen table and then did a once over of the entire room. Nothing. No cinnamon anywhere. I turned back to the cabinet, moved each and every spice all around for a second time, and when I could officially confirm it was not on the lowest shelf, grabbed a chair from the kitchen table for assistance in searching the two upper spice shelves. It wasn’t up there either. 

For a minute I thought about popping the bowl of oatmeal into the microwave and eating it without any cinnamon, but that notion didn’t last long at all because I remembered that oatmeal without cinnamon tastes like plain, boring oatmeal. Unacceptable. So, I had to call my mom, because it’s a rule of life that even when they don’t know where things are, moms always know where things are.

"Hi Mom, do you know where the cinnamon went?" I asked.

"Uhh, no. I haven’t used any cinnamon recently." She said.

"But I always put it back in the same spot and it’s not there anymore so you must have moved it," I complained.

"Kate, I didn’t move the cinnamon. I know it for a fact. Just look around, it has to be there somewhere," she tells me.

She’s a neat freak, so deep down I knew that if she said she didn’t move it, she definitely didn’t move it. She would remember if she had put it away somewhere. But since I still can’t find the cinnamon and she doesn’t know where it is, I hang onto the notion that she must have moved it and just didn’t remember.

"Ugh, ok… whatever. Never mind. I’ll talk to you later," I sigh.

"Bye," she says.

At this point, like twenty minutes later, I was too hungry to care about the very specific tastes of my breakfast. My stomach was growing impatient and I was just going to have to settle for a less than satisfactory morning meal. I threw the bowl into the microwave and when it was ready, I leaned back against the counter, bowl and spoon in hand, and began to eat. Two-and-half bites into my delayed breakfast, for no reason at all (I swear I wasn’t still looking for it; I had fully accepted the absence of the cinnamon at that point) I nonchalantly turned my head to the right, and out of the corner of my eye saw none other than the stupid, little brown bottle that I had been searching for peaking out from behind the standing paper towel rack.

Thank god for my wandering eye, because I got to have cinnamon in my oatmeal that morning after all, which proves two of life’s undoubtable truths; the moment you stop looking for something, it will almost immediately reveal itself to you, and, your mom is always right. Always right.

March 5th
12:04 PM EST
March 4th
1:42 PM EST

brooklynmutt:

The Story of Keep Calm and Carry On

(by BarterBooksLtd)

February 29th
10:02 AM EST
9:05 AM EST

How to smell like bananas forever

  • Buy your hospitalized grandma a banana in hopes that she will eat it in place of nasty hospital food.
  • Grandma refuses to eat banana, leaves it on table.
  • As you leave the hospital, look around suspiciously to make sure no one is looking, grab said banana, and toss it into your bag for later. (She was never gonna eat it anyway.)
  • Forget about banana and do not use your bag for three days.
  • Three days later, toss a bunch of crap into your bag before you go to work and wonder why you all of sudden smell like bananas. Wonder if you even ate a banana today.
  • But even if you did, why would you smell it again now? 
  • Get to work. Banana smell is still present. 
  • Don’t really care because bananas smell good.
  • Work your entire shift intermittently wondering where the heck the banana smell mysteriously came from. (It’s like there’s a banana in your bag or something!) 
  • Return home at 11:30 PM, retrieve your book from your bag… What is that slightly mushy feeling that brushed your hand?
  • A banana! 
  • Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!
February 28th
8:44 AM EST

This is definitely some sort of metaphor representing society and where it’s headed. 

February 26th
8:44 PM EST

Somewhere on Hollywood Boulevard at this very moment there is a segment producer for E! Entertainment Television who I’d like to buy a drink.

Just look at this shot. It’s a tiny little work of art.

I guarantee that the only creative decision this particular producer got to make all week was which direction to point the camera, and what did he choose? A massive chain link fence separating the hypnotized, unwashed masses.

It could have been just another filler segment featuring tuxedos and fake smiles, but no. Suddenly, it’s a smirking political statement. Those two douche canoes weren’t just yammering about Gerard Butler coming out of rehab. They were posing in a visual metaphor for America’s invisible caste system.

Yes, it’s deliberate, and that subversive motherfucker got away with it because no one in the broadcast truck either noticed or cared.
[via inothernews elvira & coketalk]

Somewhere on Hollywood Boulevard at this very moment there is a segment producer for E! Entertainment Television who I’d like to buy a drink.

Just look at this shot. It’s a tiny little work of art.

I guarantee that the only creative decision this particular producer got to make all week was which direction to point the camera, and what did he choose? A massive chain link fence separating the hypnotized, unwashed masses.

It could have been just another filler segment featuring tuxedos and fake smiles, but no. Suddenly, it’s a smirking political statement. Those two douche canoes weren’t just yammering about Gerard Butler coming out of rehab. They were posing in a visual metaphor for America’s invisible caste system.

Yes, it’s deliberate, and that subversive motherfucker got away with it because no one in the broadcast truck either noticed or cared.

[via inothernews elvira & coketalk]

(Source: coketalk)

11:41 AM EST
hungryrunner:

Breakfast: Strawberry Shortcake Pancakes!
I don’t think I need to use many words to explain how good these were, because really, the picture just says it all. The recipe for these pretty little pancakes comes from Chocolate Covered Katie. 
And for fun, more gratuitous pancake pictures for your viewing pleasure!


[via Chocolate Covered Katie]

I made these for breakfast yesterday. The pictures say it all.

hungryrunner:

Breakfast: Strawberry Shortcake Pancakes!

I don’t think I need to use many words to explain how good these were, because really, the picture just says it all. The recipe for these pretty little pancakes comes from Chocolate Covered Katie

And for fun, more gratuitous pancake pictures for your viewing pleasure!

[via Chocolate Covered Katie]

I made these for breakfast yesterday. The pictures say it all.