Things like this make me feel better about my lack of any sort of tangible skill. Listen especially hard to the :58 second mark. And make sure your sound’s up. Way up.
My friend, let’s call him Alexander Buttersnatch (Mike Bray), introduced me to this guy a while ago and I was reminded of him during my recent foray into StumbleUpon.
Photographer Vincent Bousserez created this world of miniature people living in the big world. I love love love it. But it’s pretty addictive. I feel bad for these little people. I wonder how many of them are eaten my cats on a daily basis (it’s my goal to incorporate cats into every post somehow.) Anyway. Enjoy.
I decided in January, much like I’ve decided every January before, that this will be the year I get my life in some sort of order. This is strictly confined to things that I have control over (excludes zits, dating, and the weather.)
So, December 29th, started wii fit, lost 7 lbs. February 1st, quit wii fit, gained 5 back.
Consolidated my loans and credit card debt. Found out that if I pay 250 a month, I’ll have it paid off in a year. (Credit card, that is. I still have about 30 years to go on the student loans. By that point I will have a foolproof financial plan in place, where I will create a form of renewable energy dirived from the hundreds of cats in my house running in giant wheels.)
Get my website together. Actually act like a legitimate writer and have something that displays self indulgence. See tonight’s “business dinner” with Lisa Meck.
Become somewhat healthy. I’ve eaten more salads. Yes, they are slathered in dressing, croutons, and cheese. But yes, they have helped me poo more. Also, I started yoga, then stopped when I got sick. But I guess a month is enough time to recoup from a 2 day long illness. Time to go back. Tomorrow night, Troy, my favorite instructor will lure me there.
I always wanted to write a book. About me of course, because I’m intensely self absorbed. But then I realize how unrealistic of a goal that is considering the following:
1.) I don’t even have enough material to maintain this tumblr
2.) My Catholic Guilt (read: parents) would prevent me from writing anything truly funny/ telling in fear of further Catholic Guilt being thrust upon me). Don’t think the idea of a pseudonym hasn’t crossed my mind. If I used one, it would be Barry Velterwoodzen.
3.) I’ve been trying to start an actually blog for a while now, but can’t, because I can’t settle on a name, and if I don’t have a good name there’s no way I’m doing it. Previous contenders were “Bacon Bits” and “My Cat is a Frigid Bitch”. (I’m still open to suggestions)
4.) I’m lazy and will ignore this when I think of another hobby that I won’t intend on actually legitimately pursuing, for fear or being mediocre at it and forcing people to have to lie to me. (See new $600 camera)
5.) My grammar, spelling, and punctuation are truly truly terrible. Something I’ve never mastered and if not for proofreaders, I would have been fired long ago.
• Our cab driver to Cantina was playing his mixtape from 1987. It was all doo wop songs he’d taped off the radio and it was the bomb.
• The DJ at North Bowl put on “The Power of Love” which caused Hilary to look at Chris and say, “Can I tell you that I secretly love this song?” He agreed that he did too. At the exact same time, Ashlie was telling me she was upset with the way she was bowling and I replied, “Don’t worry about it! Huey Lewis is on!” And after these simultaneous conversations about the superb songmaking of Huey Lewis, the record sccccccccratched and the DJ ended the song after only twenty seconds. Buzzkill!
• Corn dogs, sliders and tots!
• I’ve been working on this thing called “will power” and I don’t feel the need to go out during games for cigarettes now. It only holds up the team!
• Colleen did the “nerd who wants to make out and lives in parents’ basement” voice again. If you haven’t heard it, it’s amazing.
• It was one of those legendary bowling nights where the planets align and Mars is in Uranus saying, “Hey, why don’t we make everyone totally awesome at being awesome tonight but like in a more awesome way?” And then even though everyone is awesome all the time, it’s like there’s some kind of beacon of seriously epic celestial light shining down on everyone’s hair and if you look closely you can see tiny little chubby cherubs playing Beatles songs on string instruments. It’s not dandruff! They’re playing “Norwegian Wood” and you’d know that if you believed in magic. At that point, we all hug and compliment each other’s yabbos in between dancing in the lanes. It’s pretty great.
I’m going to be sad when bowling league ends, but then softball begins!
Some people my age realize they’re adults when they get a real job, when they get married or maybe when they have their first child. Not me.
I was just looking at the instructions on my cotton candy machine that sits on my desk. The instructions read “Ask an adult to plug in the machine”. That’s when it hit me.
