February 2011
71 posts
I can’t fathom why people insist on thanking god/jesus when they have made an accomplishment, case in point, Oscars. Your talent as an actor/director/whomever, and your effort to produce excellent work is in no way influenced by the divine, it’s all self-determined, let’s treat things accordingly. If I insisted that my ability to perform whatever deeds that I do in my daily life...
“We always imagine eternity as something beyond our conception, something vast,...”
– Fyodor Dostoevsky. Way to simultaneously amaze and depress me all at once, comrade.
“Man, this lady on Hoarders looks exactly like Rodney Dangerfield” and “I wonder if hoarders watch Hoarders, and consequently hoard episodes of themselves on Hoarders.”
-Thoughts to myself while watching Hoarders in my pajamas in the middle of the afternoon.
“Technology is like a mirror; if an idiot looks into it, he won’t see an...”
– -Stephen Fry
Social media and iPhones are great, and so on, but don’t point to uprisings in Egypt when your facebook page is scattered with your favourite Angelina Jolie quotes (seriously, the woman is quoted). Stephen Fry is your mom and drove you to school in the minivan of your shame.
Internet,
stop trying to get me to listen to and enjoy Mumford & Sons. Sorry they didn’t get a Grammy, but I just don’t give two shits in an old slipper about these leather-braceleted dudes. Don’t you know my racked brain can only enjoy two musical things at a given time? I’ve already dedicated 2011 to Radio Moscow and whatever The Strokes are churning out in March.
Depressing utterances I overheard today:
“My husband’s kid doesn’t like me”
“He talks about going to Italy all the time, but never with me”
“The cat threw up on them”
Fun fact: These were said by one woman, who later got her hair stuck in her jacket’s zipper, and I had to watch her for six minutes as she struggled to get it out. I need more hobbies.
A VERY IMPORTANT STORY
I am a remembering person very infrequently, so this morning, like half of the mornings of my adult life, I forgot to put on any deodorant. I went to school. I kept my coat on, so nobody could know. But when I got home, and unsheathed myself from that woolen corpse I wrap myself in for the duration of our northern winter, it was like getting slapped in the face by a wet burlap sack filled with...
“This is the problem with starting to pay attention: You start noticing all the...”
– I’m not going to lie, I am really happy about my kindle because now I can pick away at Infinite Jest without having to tote that mother around, the book has serious mass.
I took some metaphorical stock today, wrestled...
Have you guys seen the trailer for Atlas Shrugged? I can’t wait to not see that movie, ever.
