It's been for-fucking-ever since I posted. I think I usually start my posts off with some sort of apology, but this one is long overdue. I've been neglecting my blogging duties lately, which is something that needs to stop. I literally have tons upon tons of things that I want to write about each day, and I save them for later, and then I just don't get around to them. "Mr. Nibbler, Snuggly, Beebo, Paul Wolfowitz, Waffles, et cetera"
My job has become a soul-suck. It's the same thing I've been doing for the past year and a half, more or less, but I thought that after graduation, some magical power of responsibility and business prowess would be bestowed on me. No such luck. People still call me "the intern" and make me staple papers together. This is not a job for a college graduate.
I've also been looking for jobs recently. I use that phrase lightly, because I've been looking for, and finding, quite a few jobs -- the trick is actually applying for them. Such a pain.
Anyways, I'll stop being emo, because this isn't LiveJournal. It's Good Bloggie, dammit, and I hold myself up to a slightly higher esteem.
This first video was the catalyst that made me want to start blogging again -- this kid, Bo Burnham, is so fucking hilarious that he can't not be shared. I would love to have his sense of humor, and his awesome musical talents.
Honestly, watch it. Fucking hilarious.
There are some people that start websites out of the goodness of their hearts -- websites like "Stuff White People Like" (which, by the way, has become so popularly ironic that it is no longer ironic), and this site, The Animal Review. It is a site devoted to reviewing animals, based on how cool they are. Take this, on the Gerbil:
The Mongolian Gerbil (Meriones unguiculatus, lit. ‘You will regret purchasing this Mongolian Gerbil’) was introduced into the United States in 1954 for the purpose of scientific research. It quickly caught on as a household pet and these days its primary function is to teach young American children about the concept of death. Only heaven knows how many millions of Mongolian Gerbils rest in shallow shoebox graves in U.S. backyards.
In high school, I took this amazing class. It was called "The History of Rock and Roll", and it was a class where all of the random musicheads in my school (minus the band nerds, sorry band nerds) sat around and talked about music. Our textbook was literally a Rolling Stone coffee table book. We spent an entire day just talking about Bo Diddly, and his influence on music -- sadly, on Monday, he passed away. Did anyone else read about this??? Because I didn't hear anything about it until Wednesday, and only one one blog as a tiny blurb. I know he wasn't Elvis or anything, but the guy deserves a little bit of cred, right?
I don't know how many of you have boyfriends or girlfriends (in fact, I don't know how many of you are out there), but imagine if you spent all of your time within 15 feet of them. Every hour, or every day. That is exactly how one couple, who live in a "yurt" (which is a kind of permanent tent) live. They do yoga together, read together (one waits until the shower reader finishes before turning the page) and eat off of the same plate. Another couple, one of which writes for Slate, attempted to do the same. The video is below, and this is an excerpt from the Jezebel article about it:
I know that it's a little anti-climactic, but I have to run. I am going to Denver tonight for my friend Amy's birthday -- god damn gas prices. But! Rest assured, I have plenty more to write about.
Hang in there, dear reader.
