So, uh, you know that Jamie Lidell song I’ve been obsessed with since July? Well, today, for the first time, I decided to Google image search him and WHY DID I NOT DO THIS SOONER.
So, uh, you know that Jamie Lidell song I’ve been obsessed with since July? Well, today, for the first time, I decided to Google image search him and WHY DID I NOT DO THIS SOONER.
Hey, so our friend Califmom (Pocketcontents) is going through some hard times right now, and I asked if I could do anything and she said to send her a picture of Jake or something, so, well, here you go. I don’t really know how to explain this. I should probably go to bed and burn my arm on this heating pad again. Love you Califmom.
Kathy Sierra thinks Twitter may be too good. As a Twitter fan, some might say apologist, I completely agree that this dissonance is certainly worth paying attention to.
I’ve (lamely) made the point in casual conversation that Twitter seems to kill, well, some degree of casual conversation (so that we end up having meta conversations about our lack of casual conversations), or, at the very least, obviates some of the need for small talk. I don’t think that this is an inherently bad thing, as someone who, frankly, sucks at small talk, but I do think our connectedness is accelerating much more quickly than our macro, societal ability to deal with it. What do you say to someone you meet at a party whom you also follow on Twitter — you already know the answer to the standard “what’s up” after all.
The rest of Kathy’s post, dealing with Twitter as addiction and attention span, is worth a read.
(via jimray)
Hey guys, I’m going to swing by the ol’ Lasertorium later if you need me to pick you up anything, x-ray, laser gun, death ray, the usual.
It’s not everyday that you wake up with a huge burn (and blister from the burn) on your arm. TODAY WAS THAT DAY AND WTF IT LOOKS LIKE I HAVE A STRANGE DISEASE. But in reality, it’s fucking freezing (despite the $400/month heating bill) in “our” house, so I hug a heating pad when I sleep…and apparently I sleep through burning flesh. So there you have it, I am an idiot.
I heard this song the other night and I quite enjoyed it.
(And Ohheygreat’s avatar.)
The more you know.
Best bio ever (via Jeremy Turner).
I sent an email to Jason yesterday asking him if he knew who this Jeremy Turner character is, but alas Jason was dead or died yesterday so I never found out. Stupid Jason and his dying when I have important twitter questions that need to be answered.
1. Drunk Guys On The Bus: You aren’t a comedian and you aren’t funny. You’re drunk and you smell weird and you’ll realize the only people who are laughing are either a) drunk or b) laughing AT, not with, you.
2. Fight Starters: I’m sorry you’re so bored with your lives, may I suggest getting a job and/or hobby?
3. This American Life iPhone App: I love you, but you don’t let me do other things on my phone while I am listening to you. I guess what I’m saying is, I love you, but I’m not IN love with you. OH WHO AM I KIDDING I AM IN LOVE WITH YOU, IRA.
4. The Subject of Every Conversation That I’ve Had With A Close Friend The Past Two Weeks: I mean, I’m really sorry that you have to listen to my gripes, I’m even annoying myself at this point.
5. Drying Off With A Damp Towel: Ewwwwwwwwww, I mean, eeeeewwwwwwww, right?
- Pocket Short Sleeve T-Shirt (American Apparel) $17
- Zip-Up Knit Jacket (Forever 21) $28
- Cotton Sunday Skirt (JCrew) $30
- Opaque Tights (Forever21) $6
- Ruffle Flats (Target) $25
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Awesome, long live Heathers.
34th and Judah at 6:30 this morning, because you always wanted to know what this looks like. NOW YOU KNOW.
Good morning!