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I’m sitting on the porch of my childhood home on a Sunday evening. The distant sound of the barbershop quartet is carrying from the park down the road.

This street corner I grew up on is as green as it was 20 years ago. Except the lawn, which never makes it to the start of August.

And as the crickets hum and sun sets over the Shake’s house, I’m just trying to remember it really hard.

So that when I close my eyes in a few hours and I’m flying to Chicago I can remember it.

I just really want to remember it.

scarfydog:

reblog if you cry every time

(Source: spoookydog, via macrame-ghost)

nbaoffseason:

Jake and Bey arguing who gets to draft Teletovic first in their fantasy basketball league next season

nbaoffseason:

Jake and Bey arguing who gets to draft Teletovic first in their fantasy basketball league next season

nbaoffseason:

This Knicks “One Shining Moment” montage by @World_Wide_Wob is perfection.

All “pressure can create diamonds” aside. CLE is soups cool. CLEVELAND AGAINST THE WORLD

tvsnark:

Photo Credit: Breaking Bad/AMC FlickrHow to talk to your parents about Breaking Bad…The first time I saw Breaking Bad, it was at a Epic Burger in Chicago’s South Loop. I was walking my mind through the necessary “I don’t know what to get considerations” to justify the inevitable bacon-cheese-egg-over-easy burger. As I “decided,” I watched a familiar actor that I couldn’t quite place, pacing frantically in a culdesac with some kind of escaped, bound, unconscious man. After sitting down to eat with friends, I periodically glanced back at the muted TV to figure out what exactly this show was, especially after I saw a bloodied, acid-washed corpse fall through the ceiling.This was before Hulu, before Netflix Instant, before TB marathons. (maybe JUST before…)Now, I am alarmed by how fast this show’s audience has grown in the past two years. It is watched by almost everyone I know. (And, yes, it is also destroying me week by week.)But there are some people, namely my parents, that have no idea what this show is. And when I find time to not think about Walt and what he has done, I think about how I might tell my parents about Breaking Bad.Here is how I think it might go down:My dad would call on a upcoming Sunday as he normally does. I would have just finished watching the series finale and find myself in uncontrollable sadness. I’d try to give him my usual account of how my week went, how I love my job, the activities I did with friends this weekend, how terrible the Browns are. But as we are about to say sign off and say goodbye he could no longer hold back his concern…Everything all right, Dan?Yeah. Yeah. Just tired.OK, you sure?Yeah. I’m sorry. I. I. I just over-empathizing with a cancer-ridden chemistry teacher turned drug lord.Oh.OK. Well, have a good night. Love you.Love you too.And I mean, that inevitably is how the conversation would go in any way that I could put it. Maybe he’d ask about it after watching a Emmy’s broadcast. Or perhaps after a dinner party with some art-loving empty-nest HBOwtime-watching friends.
But
just,
how CAN I tell you?

(As of March 1, they still have no idea).


Random drafts you decide to publish like 4 months late.

tvsnark:

Photo Credit: Breaking Bad/AMC Flickr

How to talk to your parents about Breaking Bad…

The first time I saw Breaking Bad, it was at a Epic Burger in Chicago’s South Loop. I was walking my mind through the necessary “I don’t know what to get considerations” to justify the inevitable bacon-cheese-egg-over-easy burger. As I “decided,” I watched a familiar actor that I couldn’t quite place, pacing frantically in a culdesac with some kind of escaped, bound, unconscious man. After sitting down to eat with friends, I periodically glanced back at the muted TV to figure out what exactly this show was, especially after I saw a bloodied, acid-washed corpse fall through the ceiling.

This was before Hulu, before Netflix Instant, before TB marathons. (maybe JUST before…)
Now, I am alarmed by how fast this show’s audience has grown in the past two years. It is watched by almost everyone I know. (And, yes, it is also destroying me week by week.)

But there are some people, namely my parents, that have no idea what this show is. And when I find time to not think about Walt and what he has done, I think about how I might tell my parents about Breaking Bad.

Here is how I think it might go down:

My dad would call on a upcoming Sunday as he normally does. I would have just finished watching the series finale and find myself in uncontrollable sadness. I’d try to give him my usual account of how my week went, how I love my job, the activities I did with friends this weekend, how terrible the Browns are. But as we are about to say sign off and say goodbye he could no longer hold back his concern…

Everything all right, Dan?

Yeah. Yeah. Just tired.

OK, you sure?

Yeah. I’m sorry. I. I. I just over-empathizing with a cancer-ridden chemistry teacher turned drug lord.

Oh.
OK.
Well, have a good night. Love you.

Love you too.

And I mean, that inevitably is how the conversation would go in any way that I could put it. Maybe he’d ask about it after watching a Emmy’s broadcast. Or perhaps after a dinner party with some art-loving empty-nest HBOwtime-watching friends.

But

just,

how CAN I tell you?


(As of March 1, they still have no idea).

Random drafts you decide to publish like 4 months late.