"The economy’s going to hell! Hide your money under the mattress."
This guy knows how to party.
“What was the saddest moment of your life?”
“When my mom died.”
“What was your favorite thing about your mother?”
“She was determined. If she said ‘yes,’ it meant ‘yes.’ If she said ‘no,’ it meant ‘no.’ No matter freezing cold or high water. There was only one thing that she said she’d do that she never did.”
“What was that?”
“She told me she’d get me a Texaco truck. Not a real one. A toy one. But she never did.”
“Well, we we’re going through hell back then.”
Will someone please get this man a Texaco truck.
Kelp Forest by Lee Root
Isn’t it amazing that places like this exist? I would have never even imagined it. Truth is always stranger than fiction.
Oh, I’ve seen that before. It’s where they held the tri-wizard cup. Except it was a quad-wizard cup.
no skills. just bills.
there are three life skills that i find appallingly absent in people i encounter on a daily basis:
1. how to communicate
2. how to schedule and manage time
3. how to wait your turn
This is what a successful weekend feels like.
anti social media (WARNING: there are NO videos, images, or descriptions of rape or violence in this blog post.)
it is with minimal sorrow or regret that i announce the departure of my interest in What Happens on Facebook. at least once every day i stumble upon a story, image or headline description of sexual assault, rape, beating or otherwise violent attack. i’m just not interested in being traumatized every day. i don’t need visual reminders to know that it exists. i don’t need lurid details to imagine what the victim experienced.
it’s no longer enough for the american public that this exists in cinema. there was a time when i thought it was worrisome enough that there’s rape in movies. movies are entertainment, therefore rape is entertainment. thanks to imdb’s parent’s guide section, i can veto a movie option before i’m sitting in the seat. however, i get on facebook to see pictures of my friends’ babies/dogs/cats/art/food, and my eyeballs get stabbed by the most violent pictures and videos. it really defeats the purpose of social media.
i have a suspicion: putting videos, pictures and articles on facebook will change nothing. it will only feed the bloodlust and train-wreck effect that we all seem to get out of the media. if we want to make change, let’s take action. let’s donate money to someone who’s trying to save twelve-year-olds from prostitution in Africa. let’s go to school to be a doctor, teacher, lawyer or elected official. let’s become a fucking police person.
i can’t imagine i’m the only person whose PTSD gets triggered by what they see on their computer screens so often now. i hardly have the stones to watch the news.
that’s the end of my rant. i’ll tuck away my soap box now. and hope and pray that Yahoo doesn’t turn my sweet little Tumblr dashboard into a bloodstained monstrosity.
Vienna, c. 1900 (via Vintage Photos LJ)
There is nothing that isn’t precious about this.