Saturday afternoon was unexpectedly beautiful and so it was spent at the Brooklyn Botanical Garden in Fort Greene, aimlessly wandering the grounds and treating ourselves to long, deep breaths (because the NYC nature scene isn’t exactly poppin’) and posing for pictures on various charming bridges and pretending to read the scientific names of all the dying foliage and enjoying the moments our (limited) bare skin made contact with the sun. And despite the garden’s mid-winter gloom, there were still hints of color and life and bits of subtle splendor — the skies alone were in fine form, and so it was certainly worth the unintentional 3 trains we took to get there. And after our fling with nature, we headed to the Brooklyn Flea (which sits inside the most gorgeous old bank building) and thumbed through dusty 45s (because I am now the owner of a handsome & perfect & unnecessary record player) and spent lots of time saying, “Put a bird on it!” because there was not a single vendor who didn’t fit the stereotype. And once the flea closed down and the sun clocked out and we were left high & dry (or freezing & hungry) on Atlantic Avenue, we followed our noses and stumbled upon The Smoke Joint, an unassuming little restaurant with ridiculous pulled pork sammies, where we ate our weight in barbeque and basically had to roll each other back into Manhattan.

 So what I’m saying is, life is good. Even in the dead of winter.

Shit Liz Lemon Says. 

Somebody bring me some HAAAAAAAAAAM. 

(Source: nbc.com)

thedailywhat:

In Case You Missed It of the Day: Stephen Colbert sits down with Where the Wild Things Are author and affable crank Maurice Sendak.

Colbert: Do you like [children]?
Sendak: I like them as few and far between as I do adults. Maybe a bit more because I really don’t like adults. At all practically. 

Greatest interview ever.