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Oh hi hello there. I'm Mallory Blair. Welcome to my internet space. I am a 21-year-old little thing.

With this tumblog, I promise kittens and balls of yarn for the kittens to play with. There will some making out and a lot of hand-holding. I hope that when you are lonely and lost on the outmost corners of the interweb, you can come here and find yrself and feel the good vibrations. You are special and no one can touch that!


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    January 17, 2010
    [Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]

    True Affection - The Blow

    Relistening to this song, I hear a little bit of the Soulja Boy’s hit-hit-snap thing going on, amirite?  Which make sense to me, personally, because I would say these are the two songs that sum up my activity lately.  (Yes, I crank it every day.)

    January 16, 2010

    hannibal buress (is so good at this)

    January 15, 2010
    weekly video chat with 12-year-olds.  just trying to keep up with youth culture.

*after I posted this my cousin requested I take another photo “that shows the real culture” and flashed the screen a peace sign.

    weekly video chat with 12-year-olds.  just trying to keep up with youth culture.

    *after I posted this my cousin requested I take another photo “that shows the real culture” and flashed the screen a peace sign.

    January 15, 2010
    in which i say “yo, i’m so hot i gotta keep two fire hydrants with me at all times.”

    in which i say “yo, i’m so hot i gotta keep two fire hydrants with me at all times.”

    January 14, 2010

    i’m nacho toy

    January 13, 2010
    caught an icicle hanging from Ben’s hair this morning

    caught an icicle hanging from Ben’s hair this morning

    January 12, 2010
    "Never go on trips with anyone you do not love"
    — Ernest Hemingway
    January 12, 2010
    Jordan opening the door to the writing cottage
This week, some friends and I have been in Vermont, staying in the Gulley.  Before we turned it into our winter wonderland, the Gulley was owned by the painter Kenneth Noland (who passed away last week) and then Robert Frost before him.  If these walls could talk, they would be intimidating.
A smaller house sits by itself on the property which has only two rooms and served as Frost’s “writing cottage”:

In the summer of 1922, Frost stayed up late one night writing for a new volume of poetry. At dawn he said he felt “intoxicated” from the marathon and walked out to get a breath of fresh air. An entirely different poem came to him and he came back into the house and wrote “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening”, pretty much in one stroke. His new volume entitled New Hampshire won the Pulitzer               Prize for poetry. It was the first of four Pulitzers awarded               to him.

Tomorrow night I’m lighting some candles, putting on the mood music, busting open a ouijia board, and publishing all of his phrases as my own, in my easiest get-rich-quick scheme yet.

    Jordan opening the door to the writing cottage

    This week, some friends and I have been in Vermont, staying in the Gulley.  Before we turned it into our winter wonderland, the Gulley was owned by the painter Kenneth Noland (who passed away last week) and then Robert Frost before him.  If these walls could talk, they would be intimidating.

    A smaller house sits by itself on the property which has only two rooms and served as Frost’s “writing cottage”:

    In the summer of 1922, Frost stayed up late one night writing for a new volume of poetry. At dawn he said he felt “intoxicated” from the marathon and walked out to get a breath of fresh air. An entirely different poem came to him and he came back into the house and wrote “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening”, pretty much in one stroke. His new volume entitled New Hampshire won the Pulitzer Prize for poetry. It was the first of four Pulitzers awarded to him.

    Tomorrow night I’m lighting some candles, putting on the mood music, busting open a ouijia board, and publishing all of his phrases as my own, in my easiest get-rich-quick scheme yet.

    January 10, 2010
    Our Christmas card moment came two weeks too late.
But, on the bright side, we are just in time to send these out for MLK day.

    Our Christmas card moment came two weeks too late.

    But, on the bright side, we are just in time to send these out for MLK day.

    January 10, 2010
    From our morning walk yesterday in Bennington, Vermont

    From our morning walk yesterday in Bennington, Vermont

    January 9, 2010
    (wiki article found by nedhepburn)


THE LITTLE RED HAIRED GIRL IN ‘PEANUTS’.

The Little Red-Haired Girl is an unseen character in the Peanuts comic strip by Charles M. Schulz, and is a symbol of unrequited love.
A former coworker, Donna Johnson (born circa 1929 in Minneapolis, Minnesota), was Schulz’s inspiration for the character.[1] A 1947 high school graduate, Johnson was working in the accounting department of the Art Instruction, Inc., a correspondence school where Schulz worked. Johnson and Schulz eventually became romantically involved and dated for three years, but in 1950 when Schulz proposed to her, she refused him, ended the relationship and abruptly married fireman Allan Wold on October 21, 1950. Schulz was devastated, but he and Johnson-Wold remained friends for the rest of his life.
Said Schulz of the relationship, “I can think of no more emotionally damaging loss than to be turned down by someone whom you love very much. A person who not only turns you down, but almost immediately will marry the victor. What a bitter blow that is.”[2] This experience became arguably the most poignant of all story lines for the entire Peanuts strip.


“I’d like to see Charlie Brown kick that football, and if he gets the little red-haired girl, that’s fine with me”, Donna said around the time Schulz announced his retirement in 1999.

    (wiki article found by nedhepburn)

    THE LITTLE RED HAIRED GIRL IN ‘PEANUTS’.

    The Little Red-Haired Girl is an unseen character in the Peanuts comic strip by Charles M. Schulz, and is a symbol of unrequited love.

    A former coworker, Donna Johnson (born circa 1929 in Minneapolis, Minnesota), was Schulz’s inspiration for the character.[1] A 1947 high school graduate, Johnson was working in the accounting department of the Art Instruction, Inc., a correspondence school where Schulz worked. Johnson and Schulz eventually became romantically involved and dated for three years, but in 1950 when Schulz proposed to her, she refused him, ended the relationship and abruptly married fireman Allan Wold on October 21, 1950. Schulz was devastated, but he and Johnson-Wold remained friends for the rest of his life.

    Said Schulz of the relationship, “I can think of no more emotionally damaging loss than to be turned down by someone whom you love very much. A person who not only turns you down, but almost immediately will marry the victor. What a bitter blow that is.”[2] This experience became arguably the most poignant of all story lines for the entire Peanuts strip.

    “I’d like to see Charlie Brown kick that football, and if he gets the little red-haired girl, that’s fine with me”, Donna said around the time Schulz announced his retirement in 1999.

    January 9, 2010
    "Tiny but lionhearty"
    — Alexis Powell
    January 8, 2010
    Why didn't I think of that?
    • sammichcat: OH, SMALL RATS
    • oh malrats: perfect
    January 8, 2010
    "with this ring, I thee biodamp"
    — Dr. Who
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