I Am in the Night-Time
I am also drunk, which makes it feel like I am even deeper in the night-time. I want to hug all of you, and fondle some of you, and whisper perverted somethings into the ears of the rest of you. This is a night for the dirty stuff.
Are any of you awake and in the mood for the dirty stuff? I’d hate to be drunk and awake in the night-time with nobody to share the dirty stuff with.
I’ve never seen Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Is it on netflix? I remember people loving that show, i just never got the chance to watch.
It might be. The first season is very “nineties” and may seem like maybe the stupidest thing you’ve ever watched. Stick with it. The characters grow; the stories get thematically richer. The gang will become your best friends.
Five on Friday
Is that a thing? Is that what we call it? I don’t know. I just want to participate. Here’s a photo:
Haha, it’s five Buffy Season One actors! Get it? Five! Is this how we do it? I feel like I’m getting this totally wrong and I will never be a cool Tumblr kid and everybody is making fun of me now.
It’s funny how Angel wasn’t considered a regular on the show, but Cordelia, who nobody even liked in season one, totally was. Wacky! Also, Charisma Carpenter’s boobs look lopsided in this shot, and let me tell you something: I have paid a lot of attention to those boobs over the course of her career, and they’re pretty much perfect. Everybody looks like an idiot in this photo except Tony Head as Giles. If you had shown me this publicity still years ago and asked, “Would you watch this show?”, I would probably have laughed at you. It’s hard for me to look at this photo and not imagine the show this would eventually grow into, but on its own, this photo is terrible. The clothes are terrible. It’s all terrible. Still: sigh.
Anyway, that’s my version of Friday Fiveing, or whatever. I like Buffy the Vampire Slayer and I’m not even shy about it. I know a lot of you kids don’t get it and you think it’s very silly, and it’s really only something that folks my age understand, and whatever, you kids, some of us have to work in the morning and would it kill you to turn down that hippity-hop? It’s almost time for Leno.
Aromatherapy for Pyromaniacs?
My mother bought this “Ginger Pear” handsoap for the kitchen at, I think, the dollar store. It doesn’t smell like ginger or pear. What it actually smells like is if you had a bonfire and you decided to dump a box full of your old cassette tapes on it. Whoever was responsible for approving this smell needs to be fired from his or her job at the smell factory.
Thar They Blow
Why do old men feel it’s okay to blow their noses at restaurant tables? Every other bodily function is explicitly forbidden or at least frowned upon in this situation (even belching, a natural byproduct of eating), but these old guys think that just whipping out a hanky or a napkin and expelling snot into is a perfectly normal thing to do in a setting in which people are trying to eat around them.
Guess what, old-timers? It’s not: it’s snot. I don’t want to hear it. All restaurants have restrooms. Blow your nose before you leave the house, in your car, wherever. Don’t save it for the restaurant, and if you absolutely must blow your nose while eating, fucking excuse yourself and leave the dining area.
Three times this guy blew his nose at McDonald’s this morning! I know it’s just McDonald’s, but I should have an expectation, at least, of not listening to your bodily functions while I’m eating. I really don’t think that’s too much to ask. Sitting in front of me was a guy and his two very small daughters, and there was less disturbance coming from that table than from the honking Asian gentleman behind me who thinks the world is his powder room (and little girls are disgusting).
SST Puddin’ Cup Mustache Edition
You can’t even decide what you’re more jealous of in this pic, dudes.
I am on Google+ and would love to have you in my circles..Just let me know…
There’s no point. I never post there, and when I do, I just learn anew how much I don’t enjoy Facebook-style social networks.
Ah, Vox was so awesome. I miss it hard.
Whoa, you remember Vox? I was starting to think it was a lovely dream I had of the perfect social networking/blogging site, before corporate shitheads screwed it up and attempted to “monetize” it in the most myopic and ham-handed ways.
Oh, Vox…how I miss your tender embrace.
Guys, I Think Facebook’s Dominance Is Coming to an End
The IPO was the beginning of the end. The site itself, when I actually use it, seems slow and buggy. It was the only game in town for awhile, and it will probably always be around for our grandparents to use, but it’s time for somebody else to slide into its place.
Google+ tried, but they are still too boring to bother with.
If somebody would have the balls to try something on the level of Vox again, with an eye toward further customization options and a firm grasp on the social networking aspect, I’d be interested in that. For my “money”, it was still the best social/blog type thingy ever.
But Facebook is over.
We’re all bored with it.
Investers are bored with it.
Give us something new.
Emma Stone
She’s pretty much the shit. It is my hope that someday, she’ll make a movie that I give a damn about. From all appearances, The Amazing Spider-Man isn’t going to be it.
But I sure like her a lot, and I’d like to like her movies, too.
P.S. Before you say it, fuck Zombieland right in the ear.
What happens when cousins bang.
