The Week: May 24, 2013

We’re home for the weekend. We’ll be here for one and half full weeks, which feels downright calming. No need to dig through a suitcase, frantically searching for clean underwear (instead, I’ll frantically search in a drawer, like a civilized person). No leaving a tip each morning for housekeeping (instead, I’ll just live in the filth that I worked so hard to create).

There’s been a whole lot of crazy going on this week. It’s nice to be home.

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A bridge in Skagit Valley (a few hours north of Seattle) collapsed yesterday. Apparently quite a few of the bridges in my state are in equally bad condition. The upside? Though three cars plummeted into the river, but not a single person died. #happyending

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The news coming out of Oklahoma wasn’t nearly as good. Tornadoes tore through the town of Moore on Monday, killing 24 people, including 7 children. I know that news is absolutely unbearable, so if you don’t wish to read that story, consider browsing this photo gallery of survivors being reunited with their pets after the tornado.

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An interesting look at how science and fantasy novels shape our language. (And an important question: what is the plural of hobbit?)

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Holy cats, Steve McQueen was cool.

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This brings me such joy: “Actual conversations with my 2 year old daughter, as reenacted by me and another full grown man.”

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Zach Galifianakis takes an 87-year-old female friend with him to every movie premiere. Bonus: he also saved her from homelessness. (via @marikamalaea, who is almost as funny as he.)

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Wowzers. The National Geographic Tumblr blog is full of amazing photos from the magazine’s 125 year-long run. (via the classy and cultured @BenjaminEstes

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I am such a sucker for a good pun. Especially when it’s in a newspaper headline.

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During post-game interviews, members of the Cincinnati Bearcats Baseball team engage in some seriously awesome antics.

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I should apologize for this next link, because it’s been the reason I’ve been mumbling incoherently in Portuguese all week (and no, I don’t speak Portuguese): “Ai Se Eu Te Pego” is catchy as hell, and it was introduced to me by the same cousin who told me about “The Macarena” in 1998.

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That’s it for me this week, folks. I’m going to enjoy a weekend at home, as I try to learn as much French as possible before our trip next month.