I love you more than I hate everything else.
Rainbow Rowell, Landline (via quoted-books)
Haha! 1993! I had a computer in 1993! I forgot what a pain in the ass it was back then! I couldn’t get thru the whole thing but the first 5 minutes were great! If you have kids who make fun of you because you text at less than the speed of light, have them watch this. Maybe when they see how you nearly had to be a programmer just to get online they will admit that you aren’t quite as dim witted as they originally believed.
I don’t get why bloggers on tumblr only “like” posts that they could have personally written. Why not “like” a post or follow a blog because although it has a totally different viewpoint, it still may be interesting? If I spent my whole life only reading about or talking to or watching movies about people exactly like me I would have died of boredom a long time ago. I KNOW how I live. So I would rather figure out something different. For example, I love to watch documentaries. There are documentaries about almost everything Sumo Wrestlers? Check! Plural Marriage? Check! African tribes that trade brides for cows? Check! I have watched them all. I don’t watch them to feel superior, but because I don’t think that my way of life or thinking is perfect and I really believe that I can learn SOMETHING from just about anyone. It really isn’t any different on tumblr. If I only wanted to trade ideas with people exactly like me I would still be wasting my time on Facebook, instead of here.
Well its really more like 1:16 but when you work graveyard time takes on a very different form.
Didn’t have to get up at 6am so stayed up til 2am watching “Fight Club” for the first time with daughter and her BF. I can’t believe that no one ever told me the twist so I was nicely surprised. Also I was half asleep through some of it so I didn’t try to figure it out. It was better that way. I hate it when I figure out plot twists ahead of time. Which is almost always. Because I’m such a friggin genius.
So now with ten hours to kill before work and no one wants to go to the beach we are watching the “Saved by the Bell” movie. It could also have been called “Dustin Diamond was a huge dork that no one liked and he is still bitter about not getting laid as a nerdy 12 year old”. That was probably the working title of the thing. I just can’t call it a film. I just can’t.
I really need to find something better to do with my time. Almost anything would be better than this. Murder, mayhem. Anything.