This commercial.

So. Much....

...

D'aaaaawwwwwww...

Death to hashtags.

Felt like crap today, went to dance practice anyways. I talked about it to one girl and she said I have the flu.

...Excuse me? Sorry Ms. Web MD, like hell am I gonna get the flu.

I don't think I've ever really had the flu before. And I sure as shitburgers ain't gonna start right now. But of course now this makes me think I should've gotten the flu shot back in October or whatnot. Oopsies.



You know what I don't understand? Why the heck do people use hashtags outside of twitter? Or even in twitter, people use hashtags for the most un-hashtag worthy of things. And yes, my talking about twitter most likely means I have one. I think I started around...what. End of last spring? And I have something like 10 original tweets since then. I just don't find the need to tweet about my current mood or the awesome cereal I had for breakfast or oh noes, whining about a test/assignment/project. But I can definitely see the appeal in it for some people, of having all of your friends and even people who aren't your friends "follow" you, as if you have something worth saying. It feeds the narcissist in all of us I suppose. Anyways, hashtags: KEEP THEM IN TWITTER PEOPLE. It makes absolutely no sense at all if you make a facebook update along the lines of "Finally starting this paper #procrastination #Englishmajorwoes." I mean, why not just weave those last two bits into the actual phrase? I just, I don't, it's, I mean, UGH. Twitter is basically facebook statuses on crack. Is it even called a status anymore? Who knows, it gets changed around so much these days, so whatever.



Also Thanksgiving came and went, obviously. What am I thankful for.
I'm thankful that I'm in a better place now than where I was a year ago.
For family, broken as we can be sometimes.
For dance, sparking a new passion within me I never knew I had.
For new friends and just meeting more people in general, allowing me to adapt my person and adjust how I interact socially.
For finally feeling secure in what my path is going to be.


Still, it's rather intimidating that I'll be graduating at the end of next spring #notreadytofacetherealworld #whoaslowdowntime.

Ok just kidding about that. But you get my point now, right?

This is one of those times

when you discover music/a song that you feel is almost too good to share with other people but at the same time you just know you probably have an obligation to do so.



The song is free for download if you go to his site!

I'm a winner.

So this whole reddit/imgur business. Don't quite understand it. Reddit, anyways, but I've been keeping up with imgur.

Last night I posted a caption under this image. Didn't really except anything. 2-3 hours later I check back and I'm on top with 200+ upvotes. Holy freak.

And now, 22 hours later, I'm still at the top with 750 upvotes. What the fricking freak.

I win this corner of the internet. Kthxbai.

Sounds about right.

There ain't no Devil, just God when he's drunk

I've just discovered Tom Waits for myself.

But first, I'm currently on this Blues craze. Streak? Phase? You get the idea. I'm craving and looking for any and all music that is Blues.

But I'm specifically wanting really slow Blues, not necessarily fast, blues rock. No, no, biiiiig difference here. That kind of blues would be like, Crossroads, by Cream. It's got the Blues riff and chord progressions and it's its own type of vibe and emotion, I'll give it that. And that's great. Really.

What I want is Blues music that really slows things down. Music that wrangles my soul. Sounds that make me sway and groove.

Or I guess, in short, as I've learned to call it: slow blues. Simple as that. I guess.

Which brings me back to Tom Waits. I was watching a west coast swing video and the music in the background piqued my curiosity. There wasn't any indication of what the song was in the video description, so I used the Soundhound app on Sebastian to find out what it was. And it was Heartattack and Vine, by Tom Waits. It's quite good, and really fits the description of the type of Blues music I'm looking for.

Damn, what a voice. It's unlike anything I've heard before. And I like it. Someone, maybe a commenter or a professional critic, said it was like someone took his voice, dipped it in bourbon and cigarettes, and ran over it with a car. Sounds about right.

So I did some more exploration into his music. And he's got a lot of music. Whew.

And I came across this:



...Wow. What a song. What a story.

Pigskin and Patriarchs

The males of my roommate's family (his two younger brothers and his dad) were at our apartment earlier today to watch a football game on the television. I eventually emerged from my bedroom to at least be polite and greet his dad and the youngest brother since they'd driven a considerable distance to be here (the other younger brother goes to the same university as we do) and I was immediately offered some food/snacks they'd brought. So I sat down, munched on a wing or two and watched about a quarter of the game on television with my roommate and his family -1.

1) I still don't really find football to be that exciting. It's a game. It's a sport. It gets millions of people across the nation, mostly men and boys, really riled up. But I just can't see the appeal in it. A bunch of guys on opposing sides attempting to move a pigskin into the other team's boundaries, gaining control, taking power...wait. That does sound very American. Hm. 

Sports in general just don't interest me a great deal. Sure I'll watch some major sporting/athletic events on television. Some World Cup matches. Bits of the Olympics. Otherwise I don't pledge my undying allegiance to any sports team. Hell I don't even have that much spirit for my own school's teams. I guess people enjoy it for the social aspect? If that's the case, then I can just crash friends' tailgates, but when kickoff rolls around - see ya. A part of me wonders if I'm missing some fundamental "man" characteristic that I should have when it comes to these sorts of things. In a similar vein, 

2) It intrigues me greatly to see some of my guy friends interact so well with their fathers. It doesn't even have to be some kind of deep emotional bond (because everyone knows men aren't capable of serious emotional attachment. Hah) but just basic interaction and conversation that seems to flow rather naturally astounds me. Like today, with my roommate's dad throwing jokes back and forth with him and chatting about the game like it's something as common as breathing. Or when another friend told me how he talked to his dad about romance issues he was having with a girl. These kinds of thing surprise me. I can't see myself having that level of comfortable interaction with my dad. And to be blunt, he is certainly one of the last people I would ever go to for relationship and romance advice. That much is clear. As for the interaction, well. I suppose it's something that could be slowly constructed to some basic level. I just find it difficult to try and share things with him I find interesting or hobbies I'm pursuing when I worry that everything could probably be turned around by him asking how do I find time to study concentrate on school etc so as a result I try to avoid such lectures by not talking about my interests in general. Helpful? Nope, probably not. 

I've promised myself I will strive to be an excellent father one day. I don't know how successful I'll be as I feel I don't exactly have the best model to work off of. But maybe it's a model that I can learn from its mistakes. 

Jealousy's a bitch.

A lard-ass, green, grimy bitch that plops herself into your best, leather arm chair and let's a good fart rip so loudly that your windows vibrate. Maybe even crack.

But a friend reassured me admitting jealousy is good. The important thing is to make sure one doesn't act or speak under the influence of it.

Things to keep in mind, I suppose.