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These beautiful floating cat shelves are the creation of woodworker Mac Kloberg. He originally designed the cat shelves as a Christmas gift for his girlfriend, and they are now available through the Kascade Designs Etsy shop.

Mac developed a totally unique design for the shelves using a CNC machine that he built himself. The shelves are made from individual slices that have the mounting hardware embedded inside, allowing the shelves to float with no exposed hardware. You can read more about the shelf design on Mac’s blog.

The cat perches come in a few different sizes and a variety of finishes. Each shelf has replaceable carpet on top.

You can purchase the shelves separately or in combo sets of two, three or five. Visit the Kascade Designs Etsy shop to order.

Seeking Fall Boyfriends

2 smart, funny, attractive girls each looking for a fall boyfriend with chill group of bro friends, now is the time you must start dating someone in order to spend the holidays together/go on ski trips/have a NYE kiss you're stoked on.

Labor Day has happened, we are saying goodbye and filtering out our casual summer, meet up at 2 a.m. hook ups and are looking for boys we might be able to stand being sober around.

Needed: 2 males interested in something steady/serious-ish as the weather fades from hot, humid, and care-free to crisp, chill Patagonia vest season. Interested parties should have a window in their bedroom and want to cuddle with the window slightly open to let the fresh autumn air in while a fall scented candle (that I'll buy for you, babe) fills the room with cozy comfort.

Requirements
Chill group of guy friends (preference will be given to bros who come from the same group of friends, just because that makes it easier and more fun for double date brunching)
27 and older
6 feet or taller (if you're 5'11" but have a personality to make up for the height difference, willing to consider it. Any shorter? Don't apply.)
Wardrobe should include: Driving mocs, Barbour coat, Half-Zips (at least 3, please send pics if possible), Ray-Bans (Wayfarers or Clubmastesr preferred, but open to other styles), loafers, Patagonia vest(s), Vineyard Vines, basketball shorts for me to sleep in
College education. Ivy league preferred. Def in a frat or played a sport (lacrosse, crew, tennis, etc.)
Probs spent at least 4 weekends in Montauk over the summer

Activities can include but are not limited to
Apple Picking
Sunday Fundays
Borrowing your pullover and returning it after an indecent amount of time, if at all
Taking selfies in Patagonia vests/taking selfies while doing all activities #fall #boyfriendweather
Watching football (aka me getting drunk while you watch football, and you thinking it's so adorable when I wear jeans and Converse to the bar and get blackout in your team's hat.) *sneakers show how chill and laid back I am < this is why it's kinda essential for the two boys to be friends so me and my friend can blackout together and I won't get bored.
Cooking - Instagramming dish with captions such as "Fall night with my babe @yourhandle *heart emoji all the fall emojis*"
Brunching outdoors until weather permits

Strange how the night moves, with autumn closing in
(If you don't know that song, don't apply)

Looking forward to meeting you!

"Not the most exciting fashion but: Bev is back! With a popped collar.” is how reader Katie G. described this episode and I was like “okay, let’s DO THIS. It opens with this shot:

Thank god I wasn’t on HD TV as a teen

Wesley. Wake up. Get it together. 

Now where did I put that “Cool Guy” potion

Wesley is dealing with being a Space Teen and also being a huge nerd. It’s a tough life, man.

Over on the bridge, we have Dr. Stubbs, who I will be calling Dr. Scrubs:

Get in here, Zach Braff, so I can be gruff to you!!!

I haven’t seen very much of Scrubs so that’s all I know. This guy is looking academically-oriented in a tweed checkerboard situation and a sweater vest. I mean, drop him onto the Oxford campus and he’d be right at home. 

Your hair looks like a fancy lesbian’s, son

He’s even got what APPEAR to be wide-wale corduroy pants. This guy is Rumpled Professor Level: HIGH right now. Get him some office hours and an unhealthy obsession with Hemingway and he’ll be all set.

Dude is here to check out this star that explodes RIGHT ON SCHEDULE every 196 years. At one point, Dr. Scrubs calls it “Old Faithful,” which seems like a super-obscure Earth reference no one would get (side note: remember this cartoon?? It’s fucking great).

Suddenly the ship is ROCKED by something, and Dr. Scrubs gets the worst of it:

LOL are those Merrells

Those are Merrells.

The full extent of the SHIP-ROCKING is demonstrated by this totally metal exterior shot:

THE UNIVERSE RUNS RED WITH THE BLOOD OF MY RAGE

For real though. This is the most metal shot of the Enterprise I’ve ever seen, and the HD really helps.

*guitar riff*

As promised, Bev is BACK in full effect and full wig:

Now starring on her new web series, “Wesley Did WHAT?”

Her hair is like a waterfall in human form. It is eternal, yet ever-changing. And she does indeed pop her collar at one point, for emotional emphasis:

I’m just a doctor, standing in front of a Captain, asking him to love her

She looks like the heroine of a Nicholas Sparks movie OR a noir detective. Maybe both. “When her husband died, she set out to find his killer…what she found instead…was love.” 

Can we get an out-of-context Troi Lipstick Report?

I don’t think I realized that neon red was a color that could happen but I guess it can

This has been your Troi Lipstick Report. We now return you to your normal programming.

Wesley is having Tough Teen Times, so of course he consults Guinan because she is wise.

If there are two things Guinan has in droves, it’s wisdom, and beautifully draped fabric

Guinan has a few main hat silhouettes, including Pizza Hat (a popular one) and Nerf Plate. This one is a Teardrop Toque, and I’m digging this dusty teal.

The main plot of this ep is that there are nanites on the ship, and they are threatening to fuck up the mission that Dr. Scrubs is on to see this Old Faithful star explode. That’s kind of all you need to know. Here are the nanites:

Bev’s boner always shows up at the worst time

There is some argument between Dr. Scrubs and LITERALLY EVERYONE ELSE ON THE SHIP about how to handle the nanites, and it leads to JLP being like:

Hold up. Hey. All my nanites who be thinkin’ we’re soft.

I love this photo so much I’m declaring it a meme. Can you do that? I’m doing it. I’m calling the meme Hungry Picard. 

Cheese, nacho-style, hot

We get to see Dr. Scrubs in various states of undress, which is how I knew that was a sweater vest:

I do all my best sciencing while sweaty and in the dark

The sweater vest is good. I’ll give him that. He looks like a full nerd, but that’s what he is and we all are, so.

Just thinkin’ bout science

That blue shirt worked underneath the other stuff, but paired with that brown by itself, this outfit is making me sad. I think it made the nanites sad, because they attack Dr. Scrubs and this happens:

I canna hold him, Captain

This guy should win an award for those sideburns.

After this incident, the crew tries to figure out how to talk to the nanites, and they end up going into Data’s brain(??) via his hand(????). It all turns out fine like always and no one wears anything interesting. Dr. Scrubs does get to go check out the star in another pretty awesome shot:

SEND THE POD INTO THE FLAMES

Now, here is where things actually get interesting, fashion-wise. The episode’s second-best fashions are tragically underused, and very hard to see, because they’re just in this little tag at the end, where Bev is happy that Wesley is interacting with other teens. 

HEY GUYS CAN I HANG WITH YOU GUYS THIS IS FUN

And girl, these teens have STYLE. How do they even get those saturated colors?? Are you wearing an ELECTRIC PURPLE turtleneck with a NEON LIME crop top paired with GOLDEN GATE BRIDGE ORANGE (it’s actually called “International Orange”) pants? I SALUTE YOU, FRIEND.

The episode’s VERY BEST fashions, however, were actually CUT from the episode and showed up in the DELETED SCENES. Are you guys ready? I don’t think you’re ready:

Ohhhh myyyy godddddd

Where are they going in those? A gay Tron party? A ski lesson in the Candy Kingdom? Carnivale as designed by a robot Betsey Johnson? Oh, god, they’re so good. The girl in pink has RUFFLE PANTYLINES. Like, ADDED ON. 

GET OUT OF THE GREY, WES, AND JOIN US IN THE RAINBOW

Some of you might know this guy, Scott Grimes, since he’s still a working TV actor (he was on ER for a long time, it looks like). Good job, Scott Grimes! Your double-sleeved, Smurf-spectrum crop top didn’t hold you back one bit.

Please shoot me from another angle. Please.

And this young lady is none other than “the girl” in Honey, I Shrunk the Kids. Remember that Oatmeal Creme Pie? I do. And man, is she working it out in this unitard that Lisa Frank found overwhelming:

"It’s too much." - Katy Perry

So that’s that episode, plus a little extra from the good folks at TrekCore, without whom this blog would only have our shitty screenshots.

#HungryPicard

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'Tinderfella' Playfully Recreates Girls' Tinder Pics (18 Pics) 

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Postcards for Ants: A 365-Day Miniature Painting Project by Lorraine Loots

In. Sane.

Gorgeous. 

I don’t know why miniatures always get me but they do.

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What It Was Like to Work With Joan Rivers:

If one more woman comedian comes up and says to me, ‘You opened the doors for me …’

A thing I wrote about Joan.

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Sorry to do this to you on a Monday, but My So-Called Life premiered 20 years ago today and we are old.

Did you guys know Rayanne married an English Lord? http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/A._J._Langer#Personal_life

Just here to help your pub quiz team, everybody.

There we were, just enjoying a nice quiet Saturday night at the movies. A slow mover, Linklater's "Boyhood." Some popcorn. A few sodas. Nothing really happens in the film, we found. For about 90 minutes or so we stare listlessly at the screen. It's a thinking man's film, I say. Beautifully shot. It's about life, and death and relationships and things of that nature. Just then, at a brief, carefully-timed cinematic pause in dialogue, an enormous fart from somewhere in the back pierces an otherwise silent movie theatre. It had the impact of a baseball bat hitting a leather couch, or George Foreman working the heavy bag. Whack. Loud, deep and masculine.The seat cushion heroically absorbed most of the blow, but not enough that each and every person in the movie theatre instantly burst into nervous laughter. The laughter continued for what felt like a good 5 minutes, until tears streamed down our faces. Even well after the blast, we quietly chuckled to ourselves with a 'remember the time that guy farted in the movie theatre' gleam in our eyes. And just like that, with a soft chuckle and a deep breath, we were back into the film. Things happened, people drove around Texas, relationships came and went, there was crying, there was hope. It was as if we had all forgotten about the fart that had brought us together that night. As the sun began to set on screen, the teenage boy, no longer a boy, transitions into an adult, before our very eyes, and looks, intently, lustfully into a young girls eyes, as if to lean in for a kiss, and braaaaaaap. Another fart from the back row, like two giant hands clapping together, and the screen goes dark, roll credits. We decided, after laughing our way out of the theatre, and all the way home, that this was the best movie that we had ever seen. I imagine the lone fartist sauntering off into the sunset. His work here done.
If only I could say thank you, kind sir. You are truly a master of your craft.

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by John Herrman

That my shampoo, lunch, toilet paper and vitamins may have been discussed in a single company's annual meeting is something I both take for granted and otherwise bury as deeply as possible. It's bizarre and uncomfortable: Conglomerate brand ownership makes for good trivia and bad thoughts.

The consumer conglomerates themselves don't usually hide, exactly. General Mills isn't worried that people will be shocked to discover that Hamburger Helper and Lucky Charms share a parent company. But Clorox doesn't go out of its way to remind shoppers that Liquid-Plumr, Burt's Bees and KC Masterpiece trade under the same ticker symbol. And you don't see AB InBev posters in your local beer section, which stocks dozens of its local-seeming brands. People either have to find this out themselves, by looking it up, or make gradual inferences from grouped supermarket coupon deals. Otherwise these things are left unspoken.

Which is what makes Procter & Gamble's New York ad campaign, "New York Tough," especially strange.

This week, on one subway car, I saw "#NYStrong" ads for Febreeze, Bounty, Dawn and Crest, each with the "[BRAND] is tougher" construction. They did not say, in any easily visible way, "Procter & Gamble." They were just there, unapologetically related in an unspecified way.

Crest toothpaste is #NYTOUGH. NEVER FORGET. pic.twitter.com/IVpYfBSwJc

— Teddy Wayne (@TeddyWayne1999) July 17, 2014

The first implication is: these products are made by the same company. The second: we no longer care that you know, this is a fact of modern capitalism, stop being a baby. I only saw a portion of the ad buy, apparently. There are similar ads around New York for Head & Shoulders, Pantene, Secret and Tide:

Ms. Erdahl is willing to say that it is “the first time we’ve done” a campaign of this kind, and it was inspired by the fact that “New Yorkers are among the most resilient and adaptable people you can find.”

“We aim to provide effective and efficient solutions to the everyday challenges New Yorkers face,” she says, which inspired the contents of the ads.

It's a targeted campaign in that it makes jokes about specific New York neighborhoods, the smells and matter and character of which these products are equipped to deal with. It's also a much broader advertisement against the idea that consolidated ownership—of the stuff that cleans your mouth, your floor, your dishes, your dog's bed—is notable at all.

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by Rick Paulas

Only the truly trained can accurately describe how despair sounds without a noise filter. A sound technician finishes his horror movie script.

If anything good can be said to have come out of yesterday's heartbreaking news, it's that Robin Williams has - once again - got us talking.

Because amid all the well-deserved tributes and expressions of sorrow, people are also talking about depression, and suicide, and the battle so many among us fight each and every day.

A few minutes after John and I heard the news yesterday, he came into my office.

"I want you to know," he said, "That if you ever feel like it's too much, and that you can't go on, you can tell me."

I was a little taken aback, to be honest, since depression isn't really something I struggle with. But then I realized: John doesn't know that. No matter how close you are, or how long you've known someone, you can't really know what's going on inside. The demons they're facing down. The wars they're fighting. Sure, there are symptoms, but at the end of the day we just. don't. know.

And that's why we have talk about it, guys. What's more, that's why we have to ask.

My friend Dr. Andrea Letamendi is both a geek girl and a clinical psychologist, and she had some useful insights on Twitter:



And finally:


Go ask your loved ones how they're doing today, guys. And remember, like the Bloggess always says: Depression lies.