Take Two Tuesday and Gotta keep ’em separated — Liberated Negative Space o’ the Day: What life will you choose?

Election day special.

Tartu, Estonia.

Choose … wisely.

This post’s picture originally appeared on November 9, 2010 at 9:53 am. Check that near-synchronicity.

Liberated Negative Space o’ the Day: Found objects — Agere sequitur credere

Slam, slam — oh, hot damn. I love the confidence of this li’l Unlikely G.

Liberated Negative Space o’ the Day: All things end

Nothing lasts forever in the cold November rain.

Liberated Negative Space o’ the Day: Love mankind

Only assholes write on walls (of the Enterprise).

Star Trek: TOS. “The Naked Time.” Season 1, Episode 4. Original airdate: September 29, 1966.

Analysis of “The Naked Time,” from which these caps come, here. If Spock’s disdain for graffiti is not enough to turn your head, perhaps this helps.

The crew is infected with a mysterious disease that removes people’s emotional inhibitions to a dangerous degree.

It happens.

Liberated Negative Space o’ the Day: Reasonable suggestion

Ladies: if it’s your first time and you’re wondering if you’re drunk enough, the answer is no, you are not. Drink until you’ve forgotten how to wonder things.

Liberated Negative Space o’ the Day: Daily Antiques

Wait. What?

Liberated Negative Space o’ the Day: PSA — Fire in the disco

It’s all like, “Wa wa wa wa wa wa wa wa wa wa.”

Liberated Negative Space o’ the Day: Unnecessary scare quotes, bathroom etiquette edition

New feature: Unnecessary “Scare” Quotes.

See? You know what I’m talking about. The ones that make the sentence weird and everyone starts to feel uncomfortable. Submissions wanted. Send them to me on the fb.

Liberated Negative Space o’ the Day: Open season

Heyo. Get bagging.

Liberated Negative Space o’ the Day: Reasonable expectations

You’re probably not expecting to drown today.

…Unless you are Wade the Duck from U.S. Acres.

Obscure 80’s reference of the day*: check. I’m ready to write for Family Guy now, dudes! (Family Guy slam of the day: check…)



*Slap my fanny and call me Annie; U.S. Acres, aka Orson’s Farm in the UK, is apparently back.

Liberated Negative Space o’ the Day: Smiley face

That explains the smilling faces.

Concerned that drugs from Medicap Rx are too corporate? Consult your neighborhood unlicensed pharmaceutical representative about 100% organic, area-sustainable alternatives. Shop local, kids.

Liberated Negative Space o’ the Day: PSA, No one wants to fuck you

PSA: No one wants to fuck you. Sorry it had to come to graffiti on plywood but you just weren’t getting the message.

via. It looks as though someone tried to cross it out to make it read, “EVERYONE” but the original artist returned to merely underscore “no” in reply.

Why This Is Relevant: a daring and austere one-act ripped from the headlines.

Scene: Gas station.

Dramatis personae: Good ol’ E., pluckily on line to pick up smokes for panda on another Manic Monday; dark hair, blue dress with white polka dots, determined expression — let’s have a quick trip.
Man in inside-out shirt, black-on-black Pittsburgh Pirates hat, leaning heavily on walker with a basket attached: the basket is filled with an 18-pack of beer stood tall, buffeted by two 40 oz. bottles of beer. The man is visibly swaying from drinking already. He has meth face and flicky eyes. The overall effect is not pitiable but emphatically creepy.
Cashier, not important but an ugly person should play her because she is absolutely not good at keeping her customers from getting in to weird situations.

MAN: I like your dress.
E: Thank you.
MAN: It looks good on you.
E: Thanks.
MAN: I like … how it looks.
E: …
MAN: I’ve got a cab. I’m not driving.
E: Cool — you a big Pirates fan?
MAN: What?
E: Your hat.
MAN: I have this hat.
E: Right.
MAN: For the Pirates?
E: Yeah, the Phillies are doing so well this year, it must kind of be tough for Pirates fans to take. Rivalries and all, right?
MAN: I think … I like … the A’s.
E: Okay.
MAN: You’re pretty. You’re the prettiest girl I’ve seen … (long pause) today.
E: Well — thanks.
MAN: Can I call you?
E: I need to think about that.
CASHIER: I can help who’s next.
MAN: You want to go in front of me?
E: VERY MUCH.

Scene.

To quote Liz Lemon, “Another successful interaction with a male!”

Liberated Negative Space o’ the Day: Instructions

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It’s Friday. Do what feels right.

Liberated Negative Space o’ the Day: Talent

By Archie Scott Gobber.

America’s Got [Nothing].

Liberated Negative Space o’ the Day: Gotta keep ’em separated

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Choose … wisely.

Liberated Negative Space o’ the Day: Vintage advertising — Men Aren’t Attracted to a Girl In Glasses, Bettie Edition.

You know. That type.

Miss D has just today (Monday as I write this) upped the ante, “we need new glasses”-wise. She actually made an appointment to get a new prescription and frames. Dang! I had got a new prescription (same as the old boss) in November so, really, I need only go with her to get frames. I’ve been putting it off for too long. Hoping to get newly spec’d out shortly. The only trouble is I’m not sure in which direction to go for frames. My old Buddy Holly glasses have begun to crop up all over, which is not so bad because I don’t need things to be “underground” in order to like them, but their shape forces my lashes to moosh up against the lenses, which I hate. I need to go in a new direction. I’m just not sure which.

Am I daring enough to rock a monocle for my astigmatism? Only time will tell!

…no.

Liberated Negative Space o’ the Day: Fear and love

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Liberated Negative Space o’ the Day: Gas wars

PSA: No kung fu, no exceptions.

Aw, man. My katana totally matches my purse.

Liberated Negative Space o’ the Day: Morning

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It’s the first of the month.

Liberated Negative Space o’ the Day: ‘Bout that time

I think that’s too many eats and not enough sleeps, though the fucks are about right, but it’s a handy timer nonetheless.