Pointless Announcements
Haha... I think I once posted something here like... sometimes I think something would make a good pointless announcement, but then I realize it wouldn't make a good anything. So I send it as a mass text to all my friends.
I don't do that anymore. I just say it my head and giggle. That's enough.
When I "preview comment" before posting it, and decide not to post it, I like to think it gets stored somewhere in a limbo of lost posts that didn't make the final cut. The mods can see them and laugh at all the dumb shit we decided not to post. I picture Pete scrolling through junk and going, "Hahaha what a dumb thing to not post! You're an idiot."
I've always liked the thought of that so sometimes I limbo strange posts on purpose and laugh about Pete laughing or scowling or sneering or WTFing. I should've done that with this one, too.
Haha... I think I once posted something here like... sometimes I think something would make a good pointless announcement, but then I realize it wouldn't make a good anything. So I send it as a mass text to all my friends.
I don't do that anymore. I just say it my head and giggle. That's enough.
Anything I think of that I don't want my family to see, I text to certain friends. For example:
You can masturbate to feel less horny, but you can't masturbate to feel less lonely. #ancientchineseproverb
I wouldn't want my family to know I hashtag texts either.
I was quoting a movie and I don't really think you're a pansy. Glad you're feeling purposeful again though.
I've always liked the thought of that so sometimes I limbo strange posts on purpose and laugh about Pete laughing or scowling or sneering or WTFing. I should've done that with this one, too.
The stuff you say in the empty chatroom goes to the same limbo.
I know you don't think I'm a pansy. I'm too manly for anyone to think that. But now I feel dumb for not recognizing the line. I saw that movie too many times in high school. For some reason, any time there was a kickback, the thrower would have it rented and ready.
Si vis pacem, para bellum
I've never even seen the whole movie. But I like that line and I say it as often as possible. It's bound to be appropriate like 25% of the time, right?
I usually use colons! I swear!
I usually use colons! I swear!
You shouldn't do that!! Colons need to be respected for who they are, you meanie
Went grocery shopping and bought an 8oz block of mozzarella. Just realized I don't have any way to seal it back up so I guess I'm eating the whole thing right now. #swag
Well, the gay population is currently seen as 5% tops, I think. 20% of America has a mental illness, according to the first study google provided. Assuming nobody is both (HIGHLY unlikely), it would be 25% of the population that could be directly offended by the statement, not they all would be, so this is looking good for you so far. Sampling from people from the rest of the population, would at least 2/3 of them be offended indirectly by the statement? I don't have a clue, but I don't think so. So yeah, 25% sounds reasonable, if not underestimated.
This is what fun is to me right now.
Si vis pacem, para bellum
Careful or you won't be pooping for the next week.
Good, I need the extra time for school work.
I always heard it at roughly 10%.
This is why we can't have nice things.
3.4% of US adults, evidently.
Si vis pacem, para bellum
Ahaha.
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Holy crap, my Facebook news feed was flooded with Superbowl shit. Boring!
I've been trying to take care of my grandmother's cockatoo. She's been pulling her feathers out and is generally having a rough time. She's usually pretty chill and will cuddle up to me, but today she's been kinda out of sorts. She started pecking at my head and eventually full-on attacking me and I had to toss her on the floor to get her off my head. Pissed me off for a while, but then I felt bad and got her out of the cage later in the evening. I'm such a sucker.
"We're developing a new citizenry. One that will be very selective about cereals and automobiles, but won't be able to think."
— Rod Serling
"Chuck calls Noah fortnightly on his bakelite rotary phone and gives him publisher's insider information and stock tips."- Tuffy
I want a bird.
Not a cockatoo, I'd really like a male canary. Bright yellow. I've wanted one for years, since I learned of their song ability.
Ahaha.
Yeah, that was facebook lol worthy. You'd have to replicate the whole conversation for it to work though. You and Alecia would really have to commit to make it convincing the second time.
My mom had a buncha cockatoos when I was little. Always in pairs. Although they were all assholes for the most part, they could also be kinda cool sometimes. They had a pretty sick sense of humor though. Once, Papasito decided that he owned the comfiest chair in the living room. He'd peck the fuck out of anyone who went near it. His wife, Susan, didn't really seem to care much. She wouldn't stick up for us either though. My dad hated it and hated them but my mom convinced him to leave them alone because... well, I guess she was probably pretty scared of Papasito. I don't know what kind of dirt he had on her.
Once the chair started to stink (a few weeks later), we couldn't really ignore him anymore. When my dad flipped the chair over, there were a couple of very tiny, very rotten cockatoo eggs underneath. That's how we found out Papasito was a Papasita. I think Susan was pretty shocked because she passed away soon after. Her whole life had been a lie (even her own gender was no longer a certainty) so who can blame her. Papasita lived several more years though.
Anyway, I hope your bird doesn't lay eggs.
Well, the gay population is currently seen as 5% tops, I think. 20% of America has a mental illness, according to the first study google provided. Assuming nobody is both (HIGHLY unlikely), it would be 25% of the population that could be directly offended by the statement, not they all would be, so this is looking good for you so far. Sampling from people from the rest of the population, would at least 2/3 of them be offended indirectly by the statement? I don't have a clue, but I don't think so. So yeah, 25% sounds reasonable, if not underestimated.
This is what fun is to me right now.
Nice. All systems are go then.
That's a very small percentage. Which is a little sad. We should set them up with the same endangered protection and promotion we give to pandas. Collect a few and let them live together in an enclosure and encourage them to mate and-
Oh.
Isn't that percentage just the full out completely gay without a shadow of arousal for anyone but their own gender ever and that is that population?
The full out completely one hundred percent straight in all circumstances ever will never be turned on even the tiniest hint of an amount by anyone in their own gender or of their own sex ever ever or even understand how their own gender is sexually attractive at all population is about the same, percentage wise.
The rest of everyone is more or less turned on and pervey by all manor of things and people to higher or lesser degrees, even with their major preferences being clear they still find a flash of hip or a flex of an arm of their own gender somewhat arousing or attractive or whatever.
Hyperbole. Wasn't my goal when I began thins post, but definitely my goal by the end whether my facts are correct or not.
"... 3.4% of US adults identify as lesbian, gay, bisexual or transgender."
Well, if you're turned on the tiniest bit by someone of your own sex, and that suddenly throws you into that side of the pie chart, that's like saying I'm 1/16 Irish, so I'm Irish.
I wouldn't necessarily say that closet cases would be offended by Jes's movie quote, either, so whatever.
This isn't as fun anymore. Someone talk about Beyonce's butt.
Si vis pacem, para bellum
I'm at least 1/16 full of bull most of the time.
Da ass.
That's all I got.
Ahaha.
Yeah, that was facebook lol worthy. You'd have to replicate the whole conversation for it to work though. You and Alecia would really have to commit to make it convincing the second time.
We actually did it on facebook first, but decided to recreate it for you guys.
My mom had a buncha cockatoos when I was little. Always in pairs. Although they were all assholes for the most part, they could also be kinda cool sometimes. They had a pretty sick sense of humor though. Once, Papasito decided that he owned the comfiest chair in the living room. He'd peck the fuck out of anyone who went near it. His wife, Susan, didn't really seem to care much. She wouldn't stick up for us either though. My dad hated it and hated them but my mom convinced him to leave them alone because... well, I guess she was probably pretty scared of Papasito. I don't know what kind of dirt he had on her.
Once the chair started to stink (a few weeks later), we couldn't really ignore him anymore. When my dad flipped the chair over, there were a couple of very tiny, very rotten cockatoo eggs underneath. That's how we found out Papasito was a Papasita. I think Susan was pretty shocked because she passed away soon after. Her whole life had been a lie (even her own gender was no longer a certainty) so who can blame her. Papasita lived several more years though.
Anyway, I hope your bird doesn't lay eggs.
I haven't heard of any egg laying, but she can sure pitch a fit when she wants to. She was yelling at me and cussing me out for putting her back in the cage after she attacked me. I was supposed to be the one to take her and keep her for my grandmother until I had children. She doesn't like me when I've got the boys here. But since I don't have them, she cuddles up with me and acts all sweet here and there. I'm leaving tomorrow and it'll still be a couple of weeks before my grandmother gets out of the hospital. I feel for the poor thing.
"We're developing a new citizenry. One that will be very selective about cereals and automobiles, but won't be able to think."
— Rod Serling
"Chuck calls Noah fortnightly on his bakelite rotary phone and gives him publisher's insider information and stock tips."- Tuffy
I kept waking up all night, at some point I was feeling so rested and like my alarm clock was going to ring soon, but it was still dark, so I turned on my phone and it was only 2.30.
Doctor's appointment this morning, need a reference for my annual blood tests.
I'm just gonna say, my pub quiz team is currently dominating the competition.
We won for what I believe was the fifth consecutive week tonight.
It's just not fair when there's a movie round or a sports round... Swept a movie round last week and missed one on a movie round this week... Damn you Dandy Warhols documentary Dig! Couldn't recall the name of it for the life of me.
The Norwegian high school system is so complicated! I'm trying to learn more about it, but it doesn't make a lot of sense yet, not having gone through it myself. During the summer I might work with processing applications from kids that just got out of high school for a couple days, just to get some more insight.
I have to write a new artist statement for a class. Did you guys know that my work represents the folly of man?
I have lots of cool stuff to share with you guys today. This can also be a hooray.
Share! Share!
My thumb itches.
the right one.
I had a rotten couple of days that I am not going to talk about at all.
Hugs!
There is a town in Germany called Hilter.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hilter
Thanks Irina.
I might write you a letter at some point.
Some point could be a while. Or not. Or not at all. meh.
You should know that last weekend I put away all the Christmas cards and the other postcards I had on my bookshelves (the sunsets, the Dali copy etc). There's just one on display now - the misplaced state of mind.
That is by far the most beautiful and Irina-like thing I've ever received.
In "Facebook is not: a confessional, a shrink's office, a diary, etc."
Which begs the question: If somebody loses their shit... and you find it... Do you get to keep it? Or is one obligated to give it back?
This is why we can't have nice things.
Or ransom it to teach them a lesson. Or give it to someone else who lost their shit and deserves to be sane again.
Yeah, I'm definitely against keeping it yourself.
Cooking shows are strange. Rachel Ray opened a bag of broccoli and the audience clapped and cheered. Then she told a joke and nobody laughed. Then she started liberally pouring small spoonfuls of sauce onto a thing while telling a story and everyone was quiet, then she just dumped the whole pan of sauce onto the thing and everyone was silent. Then she sprinkled cheese and everyone clapped and went WOOOOOO!!!
My sister has an actual, real-life lesbian cat. I didn't know there were gay cats.
How does she know it's a lesbian? Does it wear dungarees and listen to Alanis Morissette all the time?? (Totally out dated 90s joke)
I don't know if she knows, but I see her mount other females who are in heat. As a male would, she bites the backs of their necks and scissors her hind legs against them. As for the cat, she plays rugby.
Hahaha... the 90's.
I need to confess that during the making of that joke I got stuck and thought, "What music do lesbians like?" and went on to Facebook and looked at the profiles of gay women I liked and deduced that Alanis Morissette was a common ground. I almost didn't make the joke but after I conducted the research I felt like I had to.
ahahaha
Indigo Girls.
Michelle Shocked.
Ani DiFranco.
KD Lang.
Melissa Etheridge.
Off the top of my head.
This is why we can't have nice things.
I just did my taxes and I had to check and recheck my numbers cause it seems that I am getting a small fortune back. So now we can pay off the credit card and have plenty left over to pay ourselves back a bit and buy some stuff. Sad thing is if I get any sort of raise I will get 2k less next year. Unless they raise the max a bit.
“The man of knowledge must be able not only to love his enemies but also to hate his friends.”
― Friedrich Nietzsche
Been beyond stressed with school. I really don't like that teachers save everything to cram in right before school vacations. Just spent 4 hours on homework when I normally spend about 45 minutes tops. Switching shrinks soon. To a woman. Because mine is totally beginning to creep me out.
Making beef stew, pumpkin pie and potato dumplings for dinner.
Never made potato dumplings before. Gonna be an adventure.
Hey, sorry I've been talking like a pansy recently (as jes so eloquently put it in not so PC wording). The job market does strange things to my head. Tonight I rediscovered what my life is worth and that which is worth much more for which I've been fighting this whole time. I lost sight of the end goal, albeit an impossible one, but it's back, and suddenly I find purpose again.
Si vis pacem, para bellum