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Lazy Sunday: 6 July 2014

I’m out yonder, celebrating America’s birthday, but I got you these things to read over in my absence.

  • Remarkably practical guide to stopping a wedding, both in advance, and The Graduate style.
  • Wikipedia bios for every fake president of the United States of American, anyone?
  • Finally, an answer to the eternal question: How on earth do professional basketball players miss free throws?
  • Never not going to repost a Dolly Parton paean. She has been my patron saint since I was three and told my mom I wanted makeup and a microphone for Christmas so I could “be like Miss Dolly.”
  • This is how color names came to be.
  • What’s in Prince’s fridge?
  • Finally: A Buzzfeed listicle that speaks directly to my latent xenophobia. Just in time for all the patriotic holidays of summer!
  • Vintage pesticide paraphernalia reminds me of being a kid in Texas and screaming, “BUG DOPE!” to my friends so we could run inside when they trucks came to DDT the street.
  • I’m terrible at Twitter, and my consistent “worse than guessing” record on this quiz proves that once and for all.
  • This guy I dated in college tried to kiss me after winning a cherry pie eating contest (not a euphemism), and I wanted to die, so Neslie, girl, I feel you.

A Word on Astrology

New York Magazine has a profile of my astrologer (“my astrologer”) and I almost hit the floor when I saw it. I started reading her horoscopes when my favorite online daily publication did an interview with her a few years ago. She seemed so reasonable and mathematical, and then she accurately predicted my boyfriend abruptly dumping me, so I came to believe she is the light and the truth.

It’s not that I believe in astrology. I don’t. It’s that I don’t NOT believe in astrology. It seems as likely as any other explanation of weird stuff that happens, and I like the idea that I could find structure and meaning in the world if I could just…read the signs (very Aquarius). I read Susan Miller‘s chart for me every month when the clock strikes midnight on the 1st if the site doesn’t crash.

Also, one time, she tweeted me and I called all of my friends in a complete tizzy, screaming, “SUSAN MILLER KNOWS WHO I AM!” and they all were like, “OMG YOU ARE SO LUCKY.” Read this article! It’s so interesting, and she makes you feel so at ease.