It’s 4:21 pm and I haven’t changed out of my underwear yet. No reason to leave the fetal position anytime soon.
Next halloween I’m gonna go out to a PG movie with my mother and go to bed by 10 pm.
October 2011
13 posts
“Think, for just a moment, about the irony. We are the most media-saturated 24-hour-cable-soaked culture in the world, and yet around the country, on Facebook and at protests, people are holding up cardboard signs, the way protesters in ancient Sumeria might have done when demonstrating against a rise in the price of figs. And why is that? Because they very wisely don’t trust television cameras and microphones to get it right anymore. Because a media constructed around the illusion of false equivalencies, screaming pundits, and manufactured crises fails to capture who we are and what we value.”
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(via megrobertson)
10/27
My night was so fucking weird and magical there’s no way I can top it this weekend. I might as well sit around watching Renee Zelleweger movies and coughing.
I’m definitely not going to do that but I might as well.
Puppies are Rad!: Truth Time: an essay for adults →
christopherlindstrom.tumblr.com
I’ve posted a few Occupy related posts recently but I’ve realized something and I have to come clean. I am a member of the 1%. I’m not saying that I have a bajillion dollars but I am saying that I totally want a bajillion dollars. I want 37 cars. I want a house with 12 bathrooms. I want a full…
NINE YEAR OLD ON COCAINE
“What the 99% Movement is really against is liars, and what I think the rest of the country doesn’t understand is that we (ALL of us, everyone in this country) is involved in an abusive relationship with capitalism. And people just keep going back to it, over and over, and getting hurt, but keep blaming it on themselves for getting so hurt by free market capitalism.
This whole ordeal is ultimately about bullies (such an archaic metaphor but so, so very apt for this situation) and the acquisition and retention of power. Those who fear the bullies the most have the most to lose and still cling to the idea that the bully will win due to sheer dominance. After all, these people have worked hard to be where they are! They’re successful because they’ve ‘won’ and are simply ‘better’ than us, right? Just like the Kardashians. Those who ‘win’ are ‘better’. They say the cream rises to the top, right? Well, I’ve got news for you.
Shit floats.” —Ned Hepburn (via crookedindifference)
This whole ordeal is ultimately about bullies (such an archaic metaphor but so, so very apt for this situation) and the acquisition and retention of power. Those who fear the bullies the most have the most to lose and still cling to the idea that the bully will win due to sheer dominance. After all, these people have worked hard to be where they are! They’re successful because they’ve ‘won’ and are simply ‘better’ than us, right? Just like the Kardashians. Those who ‘win’ are ‘better’. They say the cream rises to the top, right? Well, I’ve got news for you.
Shit floats.” —Ned Hepburn (via crookedindifference)
That moment when
A cute homo compliments you on your “costume” at the party you didnt dress up for …
Um
Indecision has got to be one of my worst qualities. JUST MAKE A (PROBABLY BAD) CHOICE YOU FUCKING MORON.
Maybe I should go buy some more cough drops now?
Living Alone
Pros: Can hang out with your best friend/vibrator in the living room at 1 pm. Can walk, not run, naked to bathroom. Can let depressed friends, couchsurfers and occupiers sleep on your couch constantly.
Cons: No one to share tea or internet bill with. No one to listen to you rant about your fucking dumbass friends who spilled rum on your fav jacket and left pizza crust on the floor last night with. No one to help clean the bathroom. Actually, no real motivation to clean anything ever. No one to confirm or deny if you are going insane (where did the beer bottles in your bathroom come from?? What is the meaning of life?)
I think I’m excited to be a roommate again.
“The McRib, the elusive sandwich that has inspired a cult following, is back.”
—Christina Rexrode, Associated Press. Journalism!!
Occupy Everything
There’s something about staying up all night outside of the federal reserve building on state street and then working all day and then, instead of sleeping, going dancing all night to slightly outdated dirty dubstep, that just feels right. Like, you’re sitting in a diner at 3 am deliriously shovelling a $4 cheese melt into your mouth and it hits you - you’re exactly where you should be.
What do we want? Democracy and Denny’s! When do we want them? NOW!
Falling
For hours into a k-hole of occupy wall street videos and articles and commentaries and tales of woe and arrest, and WHAT DOES IT ALL MEAN, is this going to mean anything beyond a few months of scuffle? Was Marx right about us?
Can anyone lend me their teleporter really quick so I can go to New York?? Am willing to trade for ipod that I dropped in bowl of Mini Wheats this morning. Kthnxbye
