So this is the new thing. No more random stumbles on whatever day, I’m just gonna collect shit throughout the week and post it on Saturday.
As I’m writing this intro it’s Tuesday, and I’ve got a hell of a long week ahead of me. Not much free time. Good time to start.
cash-hoarders.jpg: Okay, sure. It’s silly to be a certain amount of rich. But let’s apply some critical thinking here. House full of old newspapers = no value, no usage. Sure, you can flip back through old newspapers and you never run out of shit to read, but your house also becomes a tinderbox.
House full of cats is also null value. It’ll stink like cat piss and shit, there’ll be hair everywhere, you have to feed the fuckers. On the positive side, companionship.
On the other hand, a bank account full of money is chock full of value. You can do whatever you want with it. Then when you die, you can leave it to your descendants. You can do whatever you want with your life and never have to worry about your comfort.
So it’s kind of a stupid picture. Good try, though.
Universe Sandbox: I wish my computer would run this. I have framerate issues with SNES emulators, for fuck’s sake. I can’t run Minecraft until I get another stick of RAM. I want to play with this, though.
Waiter Rant – Meter Maid: I used to read this site regularly. Looks like it hasn’t been updated in a bit. Gives you a little bit of insight into what we in the foodservice business go through on a regular basis. (This particular linked story is unrelated, however.)
Kid sings Gaga: I don’t usually give youtube videos a chance when they pop up, but for some reason I let this one play out. I guess it was on Tosh.0 or something. I don’t watch anymore. Watch the blonde girl in the back. I’m gonna show this video to my son when it’s time for him to pick an instrument. “Watch that girl, kid. Now imagine it’s you banging on that piano and singing like a grown-ass woman. Let the other boys call you queer while you’re making out with their girlfriends.” Then I push the piano lessons form slowly across the table and watch him scramble for the pen.
Valedictorian speaks out against schooling in graduation speech: Good speech. An excerpt:
I am graduating. I should look at this as a positive experience, especially being at the top of my class. However, in retrospect, I cannot say that I am any more intelligent than my peers. I can attest that I am only the best at doing what I am told and working the system. Yet, here I stand, and I am supposed to be proud that I have completed this period of indoctrination. I will leave in the fall to go on to the next phase expected of me, in order to receive a paper document that certifies that I am capable of work. But I contest that I am a human being, a thinker, an adventurer – not a worker. A worker is someone who is trapped within repetition – a slave of the system set up before him. But now, I have successfully shown that I was the best slave. I did what I was told to the extreme. While others sat in class and doodled to later become great artists, I sat in class to take notes and become a great test-taker. While others would come to class without their homework done because they were reading about an interest of theirs, I never missed an assignment. While others were creating music and writing lyrics, I decided to do extra credit, even though I never needed it. So, I wonder, why did I even want this position? Sure, I earned it, but what will come of it? When I leave educational institutionalism, will I be successful or forever lost? I have no clue about what I want to do with my life; I have no interests because I saw every subject of study as work, and I excelled at every subject just for the purpose of excelling, not learning. And quite frankly, now I’m scared.
Stop saying, start doing: I usually just link pics, I think I’m going to start inlining them like this (unless it’s not aesthetically possible). I struggled with how it should look, exactly. I settled on this. Pic hosted on my domain, links to original.
How to memorize text verbatim: I’ve always been impressed by people that can rattle off a quote verbatim. Not impressed by them, necessarily, as that ability. I can’t do it. Movie/song quotes, sure. All day. But text? My brain’s just not wired that way. Maybe this’ll work.
Side note: Between page loads, I suddenly grew really conscious of the amount of logos and brands around me. I counted seven without turning in my chair, just at my computer desk.
Llanfairpwllgwyngyll: No, I didn’t just smash my face repeatedly into my keyboard. That’s the actual name of a place. And the short name, mind you. The full name is Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch. Yes, that’s a copy-paste. I wasn’t even gonna try to spell it.
Grow your own fresh air: When the wife and I have our own little space to live, I’d like to keep some plants like this. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t care about “toxins” or any bullshit, but I do think that plants are nice to look at and have around.
Side note: Stumbleupon changed their bar layout at some point this week. It’s Saturday as I pick this fucking post back up and it’s kinda fucking with me. I’ll get used to it. It’s nice.