My wisdom teeth have been impacted for a very long time. For the past few days, I’d been having a hell of a time deciding if this constant headache, stuffy nose, and sore throat were a result of allergies, a head cold, or if it was my teeth. My antihistamine, something like Claritin, didn’t seem to be helping after a day or two, so I bought a bag of HEB cherry cough drops to at least suppress the coughing while at work. Somehow, I ate thirty of them in two days and still felt like shit. Then I see this on the local news.
Imagine for a moment that you’re on Facebook, just scrolling through your feed like it’s any other day. Wait, what’s that?! Johnny shared an article from TheButtholeReview.com that says Obama has finally shed his skin, revealed himself as Rakh’nesh, Queen of the Ancients, and now she’s coming for your guns once and for all. Oh no! Now Tracy shared something from LooneyBinTribune.com that claims corporate antagonist Bernie Sanders is going to take your hard-earned tax dollars specifically (every single one of them) and is going to teach them social skills before distributing them to each of those no-good freeloaders in his Beanie Babies collection.
Following a vigorous national debate on marriage equality, the history of the Confederate Flag, and on the practicality of the Affordable Care Act, President Obama stated Sunday morning, “I couldn’t be more proud of my country, and I want to thank the Internet most of all. None of this would have been possible without your incredible tenacity, the changing of your profile pictures nationwide, and the countless hours spent making original and informative memes for the masses.”
Update: Like anything decent in this world (turntable.fm, Grooveshark, etc), This.cm has shut down. Back to the drawing board… See the related blog post HERE.
Have you ever been posted an article online and said “This.” in agreement?
It’s amazing how much a house can affect you so deeply. A little over a year ago, my wife and I made the decision to move out of our one-bedroom apartment and into a much larger three-bedroom house on the other end of town.
Every once in a while I get this indescribable feeling where my brain goes into freak-out mode for just a split second, and it puts me on the verge of having a panic attack. It’s happened a few times over the years, usually after I start thinking about either history or space, the two things I can’t even begin to fathom. I’ll try my best to explain it in a way that can be understood.
To the City and Back Again
I lived with my parents–in the same small town, on the same street, in the same house–for twenty years. To me, packing up and moving away was just something that happened in movies and during the 70’s. This misconception likely stemmed from two unconnected points in time: my mom showing me all the different houses she used to live in as a kid, and me watching Andy’s family move away on Toy Story.
At least two gunmen stormed the offices of Charlie Hebdo, a French newspaper known for its satirical content, on Wednesday in Paris.
Firstly, I’m not one to often get overly involved in world events (Facebook friends may disagree). I do watch the news quite often, trying my best to view these stories from multiple sources and to remain objective whenever possible, but sometimes that is incredibly hard to do, almost to the point of being an impossibility. Grief is an emotion to be expected after tragedy strikes, but it too often turns to anger.
Question from user idontexist4lyfe: “How does it feel to have a completed first draft of your first novel?”
Now that that’s out of the way…
After a year of hard work, and a long break during my last school semester, the first draft of No Place for Rabbits (title tentative) is complete, at a grand total of 77782 words. My first thought after typing that last word was “OH GOD YES”, but that quickly turned into “Now what?” So I decided to look through what I had been working so hard on for the past year, and all I could see was how terrible it is. This feeling has to be normal, right? In Anne Lamott’s book on writing, aptly titled Bird by Bird: Some Instructions on Writing and Life, she says “The first draft is the child’s draft, where you let it all pour out and then let it romp all over the place, knowing that no one is going to see it and that you can shape it later… Almost all good writing begins with terrible first efforts.”
Quit swimming in people’s
shit semen spit fluids and maybe you won’t get Ebola. It doesn’t hurt to just not leave your house… like ever. But seriously though, you’re really not at risk.
Note: The lyrics and videos to these songs may be downright offensive to some. Tread carefully.
A Pop Music experiment is about to begin.
My wife recently shared a video on Facebook — a song by Jennifer Lopez featuring Iggy Azalea called “Booty”. THIS article from Billboard states these two ladies are “celebrating the booty”, and I thought that was interesting. They did this mere weeks (or however long it has been) after Nicki Minaj’s new song “Anaconda” came out nonetheless. We all like to celebrate the booty every once in a while don’t we? After typing a sarcastic remark on her Facebook post about “J-Lo and Iggy” breaking new ground by creating a song about asses, I started thinking about the purpose of making a song like this.
We All Stir the Pot in Our Own Way. Is Outrage Culture a Thing?
I wrote an article a while back called “My 5 Favorite Types of Facebook Friends”, where I wrote a list of different types of people who use social media and talked about their funny/annoying posting trends.