July 2010
I had real doughnuts today
Like, little circles of dough fried in hot oil, in some sort of conveyor belt system that was mesmerizing because apparently I’m 6.
They were so much better than what you get from Timmy’s or wherever else. It was like the difference between regular potato chips and kettle chips. Oh, or kettle corn. That’s also superior to its non-kettle cousin.
Maybe kettles are just the best way to cook everything.
The people behind that new movie, Cats & Dogs, think they're being clever with the whole "Kitty Galore" thing
Well, guess what? Kitty Galore kinda sounds like “Titty Galore”. So, joke’s on you. I still think you’re disgusting for peddling thinly-veiled sexual innuendo to the children who will see your movie. And the adults who will accidentally buy a ticket for your movie.
Teen dressed as the Joker burns down his high school in Ireland for "hypocrisy" →
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Here is my biggest problem with this: he has a REASON for burning down the school. It’s a terrible, poorly thought out reason, and it doesn’t make a whole lot of sense (the school thinks I’m “sub-human!” Let me do something that humanity typically frowns upon!), but it’s still a reason. The real Joker would not have a reason. The real Joker would just want to see what it would look like on fire.
So when you think about it, not only did this idiot damage the reputation of comic books (We should censor them just like we should video games! Violent children! Family values! Grrrr!), it completely dilutes what is actually really terrifying about the Joker — that indefinable, anarchic, chaotic quality he has. Actually, if I had to put a name to it, his inhumanity — which isn’t that far off from “sub”-humanity when you think about it.
Essentially this kid is an Irish Cesar Romero. He’s a villain, to be sure, but he’s definitely missing the entire point and you really can’t take him seriously.
I thought the same thing when I heard that. This kid is definitely not like a dog chasing cars. He knows nothing about anarchy - then, most so-called anarchists don’t.
But I wouldn’t say subhumanity is all that close to inhumanity. I feel like something subhuman knows it’s subhuman, you know? Whereas inhuman shit doesn’t even play with the same stick. I don’t know.
What’s most important is the idea of an Irish Cesar Romero. I don’t even know what I’m imagining when I close my eyes, but it makes me laugh.
I don't know if anyone else has noticed, but sometimes on Facebook, someone will indicate that they Like one celebrity or another
And I just imagine that little fact coming up in person, but with just as little context.
You’d be with a group of people, asking what they’re up to tonight, if they’re going to that party you were all invited to, and so on. And then someone blurts out, “I like Kevin Conroy.” They don’t yell it, but they do say it in a sort of look-at-me tone. So you… look at them… and that’s it. They just say that. Then they don’t say another thing for 6 hours, when they announce to another mutual friend that they have to work tomorrow, but that this friend should let them know what’s going on for the evening.
This is what Facebook would be like as a conversation, I think. It makes scrolling through my News Feed much more entertaining.
Actually conversing like this makes conversations much more entertaining.
Guys, look at these pictures! They’re mostly of me and people you don’t know, but don’t I look drunk in them? Also, this one is just of the sidewalk; you’d think that I wouldn’t bother putting this picture in the photo album, but here it is!
I don't know if anyone else has noticed, but sometimes on Facebook, someone will indicate that they Like one celebrity or another
And I just imagine that little fact coming up in person, but with just as little context.
You’d be with a group of people, asking what they’re up to tonight, if they’re going to that party you were all invited to, and so on. And then someone blurts out, “I like Kevin Conroy.” They don’t yell it, but they do say it in a sort of look-at-me tone. So you… look at them… and that’s it. They just say that. Then they don’t say another thing for 6 hours, when they announce to another mutual friend that they have to work tomorrow, but that this friend should let them know what’s going on for the evening.
This is what Facebook would be like as a conversation, I think. It makes scrolling through my News Feed much more entertaining.
Windowless: Pet Peeve #7: FML →
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You know what, overprivileged first-world country members of Generation Y?
Your life’s probably not that bad.
The whole idea of “FML” is basically to provide a platform on which people who haven’t suffered in their lives can act like they’re suffering. Your car stalled and now you have to get…
FML is the worst internet trend ever. It’s just “White Whine”, but without the self-awareness of knowing how insignificant this shit is to make it actually funny.
I can’t stand it when someone tries to convince me that their lives are fuckable. We really don’t have bad lives - in a large number of objective, measurable ways, we have the best lives on the planet.
Then again, it’s all relative. Everything’s relative. Incest is relative (ew - sorry). So when you spill ice cream on your new shirt, you’ll look around and see the dozens of people with clean shirts, and you will know that of all the people with whom you’re currently sharing a sidewalk/bus/oxygen supply, you are the one with the stained shirt.
Maybe we should have a sort of face-off situation on that site. On one side, we’ll put “FML” situations from happy, privileged kids, and on the other, we’ll have updates on conditions in Haiti, and the Sudan, and Palestine. The voting will be done by starfish, which I believe are nature’s most neutral animal. Then we shall see whose life we should all be having sex with.
Eagles mate while airborne.
(The Book of Useless Information)
As if you needed another reason to want an eagle to fuck you.
Today's T9 Adventure
I tried to type the word ‘strudel’ and all my phone would give me was ‘rustedl’. Not only are there no words containing those letters in that order, but frankly, T9, it’s culturally ignorant of you to not recognize the pastry traditions of our European friends.
So, two episodes in, I guess I see why all the fuss about Mad Men
It’s all the smoking, right?
I WOKE UP FROM A NAP AND NOW ITS ONLY LETTING ME TYPE IN UPPERCASES. WHY
(via johnwolcott)
This is from a tumblr of a (fake?) senior citizen, and it’s downright hilarious.
One of the best Tumblrs I’ve seen. It’s shitmydadsays but better!
