Word without action are nothing but letters in order. Anything worth saying is also worth doing. Lead by example. Et cetera.
I’m not doing any of these things, though. So I’m going dark.
August 2010
Today's T9 Adventure
You know, Phone, you’re a mysterious device when it comes to spelling words. You breezed through ‘manifestos’ today (if that isn’t the correct pluralization of ‘manifesto’, please let me know), but when it came to spelling ‘pyjama’, the best you could do was ‘sylanc’.
Maybe I’m wrong when I spell it as ‘pyjama’ - I don’t think I am, but I could be. All I know is that my spelling is a whole hell of a lot closer to being correct than is ‘sylanc’.
5 Classic Movie High Schools That It Would Suck To Attend →
cracked.com
This is literally an audio/visual translation of any given list you might read on Cracked, like most of their videos are. But it’s also conversational, like my favourite movies. And I am so happy for that. Beyond happy.
Dear Coke Talk: On disclaimers. →
dearcoketalk.com
This is absolutely ludicrous. Coke isn’t just a safe petty play drug and you essentially telling people that it’s “OK” to do is ridiculous. Cocaine just isn’t a drug to fuck around with, you’re playing with fire and while you may think you’re in control chances are you can lose control REAL…
Yeah, she’s right. People don’t need to be reminded that dangerous things are dangerous. They all know this, and act accordingly, all the time. That’s why injuries don’t occur, and overdoses don’t happen, and we are safe in our snug padded rooms.
If someone’s going to advocate the positives of using cocaine, they’re not likely to drag their own rhetoric down with warnings or reticence. That’s not a party!
Play
So Helium Walks into a Bar and Orders a Beer...
The bartender says, “Sorry, we don’t serve noble gases here.”
Helium doesn’t react.
(via)
Except to say, “You’ll miss me when I’m gone.”
Kitten Update (Again)
Something about the box of empty beer bottles in the front closet, or perhaps the dog food beside it, has captured his attention, and he (I’m assuming it’s a he, sorry) won’t leave it alone. The good news is, my friend is coming in about an hour and before we got out for lunch, he’s offered to drive to a shelter.
I’m resisting the urge to think up names for this kitten. I can’t keep him; no idea how Jasper would react to having a kitten around all the time, but he’d probably want to play with him and would hurt him in the process. Not to mention I don’t have enough money for myself, let alone a pet. Ah well. Someone is in the right place and time for a kitten.
Edit: scratch that (pun intended). I figured I could always check for the gender. It’s a girl kitten.
Kitten Update
He’s a bit cleaned up now, but also much more mischievous. As in, getting into shit he shouldn’t be. That’s what baby animals do, though. I’m keeping the dog in his crate for now to avoid situations where he may want to play with the kitten, as that could result in fleas for the dog or decapitation for the kitten.
Called a bunch of local animal shelters, and either got no answer or was informed that I’d have to deliver him myself. I don’t have a car, and I’d rather not put the little dude in a backpack if I had to bike across town. I guess I’ll have to wait until my roommate gets home after work.
Unless you’re in London and you have a car. Then let me know. We’ll save a life, y’all.
In other news, he’s chilling there now.
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What if she doesn’t worry about her body and eats enough for all the growing she has to do? She might rip her stockings and slam-dance to the Pogues, and walk home barefoot, holding her shoes, alone at dawn; she might baby-sit in a battered-women’s shelter one night a month; she might skateboard down Lombard Street with its seven hairpin turns, or fall in love with her best friend and do something about it, or lose herself for hours gazing into test tubes with her hair a mess, or climb a promontory with the girls and get drunk at the top, or sit down when the Pledge of Allegiance says stand, or hop a freight train, or take lovers without telling her last name, or run away to sea. She might revel in all the freedoms that seem so trivial to those who could take them for granted; she might dream seriously the dreams that seem so obvious to those who grew up with them readily available. Who knows what she would do? Who knows what it would feel like?
But if she is not careful she will end up: raped, pregnant, impossible to control or merely what is now called fat. The teenage girl knows this. Everyone is telling her to be careful. She learns that making her body into her landscape to tame is preferable to any kind of wildness.
The Beauty Myth, Naomi Wolf (via nicolascageismypatronus) (via lacrossesticks)
Take care to live.
