And by kind of old, I mean REALLY OLD. Looking back on the archive, it appears that the last official Weekend Pickthrough was in AUGUST OF 2011. Since then, I’ve continued to harvest links in a hope that I would bring the feature back around at some point, but I was just never able to get it up.
Anyway, I apologize for my blogging erectile dysfunction. I am finally back in fighting shape again, and working hard to satisfy you. Here we go:
Well, they’re not always a home run (and the author annoyingly has a link to his novel on the blog), but I did see a picture of soap that said “Grow Them Titties” on it, so i’m still reasonably satisfied with Worst Things for Sale.
Meant to be a cautionary tale about the real odds of the lottery, I obsessively let this program run 24 hours a day on my computer for 3 weeks until I hit the jackpot.
My dad was a marathon runner in the 80s, and I can confirm sufficient childhood trauma involving nipple Band Aids.
A fashion blog about old ladies. FABULOUS old ladies. I want to be every single one of these women when I grow up.
6 ways to know you’re in a murder hotel. (I want to write for Slate SO BAD).
Discarded grocery lists are hilarious.
My favorite animated gif ever.
Who wants to walk around inside the Large Hadron Collider?
A heartbreaking tale of herpes from which we can all learn a lesson (I’m totally serious).
The world’s most genius hex color chart.
Now, before I leave you to digest these slightly stale and irregular links, here are a few things that I’ve been up to these past weeks:
At mainetoday.com, I wrote about snow days, gambling, and internet dating. And then I got interviewed about cybersex and puffy pirate shirts by one of the best people I know. Also, I realized that I never posted this story that I wrote (for one of my favorite websites) about my debilitating allergies.
broke 207 
I don’t think Slate pays that much.
LMFAO I was just thinking about those awful nipple band aids yesterday. And a discarded banana peel in my van on the way home from dance class made me think of you last week. (And then gag, but that was just the smell.) Childhood trauma can pop up at the most unexpected times!
Lets get together soon and inflict some childhood trauma on MY kids! They miss you.