A random hodgepodge of my ideas and things I like, along with a collection of my quirks.


"I have a pretty firm rule: No sheep in my car.

I went to the University of Chicago which is a school for learning things and my school was a very depressing place to be at the time. Now, maybe it is not so depressing, but when I was there we didn’t have a student center, we had no sports. We had a football team, but it was… In the US you have college football and you can be either Tier 1, Tier 2 or Tier 3 and Tier 3 is basically like - they can’t even throw the ball. And we were at the bottom of Tier 3. 

So all people did was sit in the library and read books. And in fact our whole social life was in the basement of the Regenstein library which had no windows and it was very cold there. Sometimes, you know, -20 degrees Fahrenheit. So we hab this one thing every year which was a scavenger hunt. For four days we would do a scavenger hunt. And everybody had fun for just four days and then we went back to being miserable. And it was a lot of fun. 

But we were at different teams, my wife now but my girlfriend at the time. She called me up late at night and said: “Hey, can I borrow the keys to your car?” Not many people at school had a car but I had an old car. And I said: “Why?” And she said: “I just found one of the items on the scavenger hunt.” We were doing the scavenger hunt and one of the items on the scavenger hunt was three live sheep. And unlike Gishwhes you actually had to bring all the items to one place to the scavenger hunt. So she wanted to borrow my car to go up to Wisconsin to get three sheep. 

I was on a different team first of all. Second of all I have a pretty firm rule: No sheep in my car. So I said no. I went to sleep, she came into my room, stole the keys, took the car. So then - eh - someone on her team drove up to Wisconsin, got three very adorable little sheep - lambs, put them on the backseat of my car and then they proceeded to eat the seat of the car and piss and shit all over the inside of the car [unintelligible] and there was some justice in the story, because they left the car parked unlocked and someone of another team stole the sheep out of the car." [x] - Misha Collins




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Some Nights Tumblr Version.

Based off this post.


Some nights, I stay up staring at my laptop

Some nights, I don’t sleep at all

Some nights, I ‘m glad that my dash is never ending

Some nights, I wish I could log off

But I still stay up, I still read your posts

Oh Lord, I’m still not sure why I’m awake at four

What do I scroll for? What do I scroll for?

Most nights, I don’t know anymore…

Oh whoa, oh whoa, oh whoa oh oh

Oh whoa, oh whoa, oh whoa oh oh

This is it, these are ship wars

What are we fighting for?

Why don’t we read fanfic already?

I was never one to sleep at night - save that for those who have a life

Post twice as much and get half as many likes, but here feels come again

To stay for a while

But that’s alright; I blog from in my bed tonight

I blog because I’m wonderin’ just who I, who I, who I am

Oh, who am I? mmm… I have no life

Well, some nights, I wish that my dash would end

‘Cause I could use some friends for a change

And some nights, I’m scared I’ll hit post limit again

Some nights, I always hit, I always hit…

But I still stay up, I still read your posts

Oh Lord, I’m still not sure why I’m awake at four

What do I scroll for? What do I scroll for?

Most nights, I don’t know… 

So this is it? I sold my soul for this?

Left my social life for this? Or do I have no friends because of this?

(/awkward pause where I didn’t know what to write/)

So log on.

Log on.

Log on,


Well, that is it guys, that is all, scroll twelve pages down and I’m bored again
Ten years of this, and only bloggers understand 
I’m not sticking ‘round with my folks downstairs; Sorry to leave, mom, I had ship pairs
I’m going to be forever alone, all dried up from my laptop brightness

My heart is breaking for my OTP and the con that they call “love”
‘Cuz when they look into each other’s eyes…
Man, you wouldn’t believe the most amazing things that can come from…
Some terrible writers…ahhh…

Oh whoa, oh whoa, oh whoa, oh oh

Oh whoa, oh whoa, oh whoa, oh oh

The other night, you wouldn’t believe the fic I just read about my OTP

I wish it would update already

I wish you’d tag all of your stuff, man.

Why won’t you tag all of your stuff, man? oh…

I’m never logging off

Why would I ever log off Tumblr… oh …

Oh, oh whoa, oh whoa, oh.



This is beautiful.

holy shit

Hey Theodore Roosevelt, remember that time someone tried to assassinate you, but you just laughed and proceeded to give a 90-minute long speech with the bullet lodged in your lung, where it remained for the rest of your life? Or when you tore up your leg after being thrown into piranha-infested waters while exploring uncharted Brazil? Or all those times you broke your ribs from falling off horses while doing badass jumps? Or when you destroyed the sight in your left eye in a White House boxing match? Or that time you killed a cougar in a knife fight (seriously)? And how the only way death could finally get to you was in your sleep, in the early morning on January 6th in 1919. Here’s to TR as the infinite inspiration for pure, condensed badassery.





Theodore Roosevelt, October 27, 1858 – January 6, 1919

“Death had to take him sleeping, for if Roosevelt had been awake there would have been a fight.”

Original Badass.

All of our presidents combined can’t add up to how much of a badass he was.

TR Appreciation Post ‘12

Not to mention he was an attractive mother fucker.

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