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I accidentally googled “google images” instead of clicking on “images” from the google landing page. The results yield this image.
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Just watched the documentary “My Kid Could Paint That”. To me, all the supposed “controversy” is irrelevant. These works (which yes, I believe she painted) are simply stunning. The art, like most things of value, speaks for itself.
(Also, Netflix, I genuinely <3 you. Thanks for shattering my productivity!)
I Should Clarify Something
In regards to my last post:
I love Cee Lo Green and I love the original song. And I love muppets, so much that I actually own a muppet of myself. And I have nothing against Gwyneth Paltrow, except that her name is hard to spell and her newsletter is silly.
But that performance, which mashes Cee Lo in crazy body armour (with feathers!) while muppets sing backup and Gwynnie (admirably) prances around in, like, four foot high heels, is unjustifiably insane. Why did these things get mashed together? Whose idea was it? I’m still not even sure why there’s a censored version of that song. (Remember, “Forget You” actually was released as a radio edit before the whole Glee thing blew up. I don’t really know why. It was massively popular the first day it was released. I listened to it like 40 times in a row. I think we could’ve lived with only hearing it on YouTube or satellite radio or something.)
When you take all these things which I really like (/don’t really mind or care about), and mash them together, you get some crazy-ass performance that I don’t really understand.
Also in the interest of full disclosure, I did not watch the Grammys. That may very well have been the highlight of the show.
Perfect. Thanks for the clarification, Know Your Meme. Now I at least know who to blame. Cee Lo, next time you have the idea to wear a full suit of body armour and feathers, I beg you to look back at this performance and remember how awesome this song was when it was just text-on-screen.
Although I can’t blame you for trying. Muppets are pretty awesome.
How is it that I never heard about Swedish Chef Google?
An Informal Letter to Facebook
Hey Facebook. How’s it going. Notice you’ve made some changes to the profile page. That’s okay, I like change. Change is good. But let me give you some advice, Facebook. Not as a user, but as someone with a Philosophy degree.
Your favourite quote is not a “philosophy”, Facebook. Neither are your religious views, political views, or opinions on cheesy snack stuffs.
phi·los·o·phy
- the rational investigation of the truths and principles of being, knowledge, or conduct.
- any of the three branches, namely natural philosophy, moral philosophy, and metaphysical philosophy, that are accepted as composing this study.
- a system of philosophical doctrine: the philosophy of Spinoza.
- the critical study of the basic principles and concepts of a particular branch of knowledge, esp. with a view to improving or reconstituting them: the philosophy of science.
- a system of principles for guidance in practical affairs. http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/Philosophy
Stop perpetuating the misuse of a term that has a very specific meaning and is actually a field of study. You wouldn’t arbitrarily stick “Mathematics” as a header on people’s favourite movies, would you?
Stop it. Stop it now.
Thanks.
How to make a salad that terrifies people who like salad.
I’m sure you’ve seen this [shit girls say] by now. (If not, please watch it.) Cami and I watched it a dozen or so times before we went out for sushi on Saturday night, and everything that came out of our mouths sounded exactly like that actor. At one point Cami sat there gazing off at the chefs behind the counter, and while twisting her hair she said, “Sushi is so pretty!” I have said nothing but that ever since.
-Dooce
The Power of Resolutions
As part of my fitness plan for the New Year (read: do any fitness), I decided to walk to school at least three times a week. I’ll save money AND I’ll get more exercise, I thought! (Any exercise is more than none.)
Here is the breakdown of how this plan has gone my first two weeks back to school:
Day 1 - Wake up at 8am; must leave house in 50 mins. Forget why I thought walking for a half an hour in -12°C was a good idea. Decide to give myself a “day off”. Drive to school. Pay $21 for parking. Curse self. Resolve to walk tomorrow.
Day 2 - Wake up at 7am; must leave house in 50 mins. Decide that any money is worth an extra 45mins of sleep. Go back to sleep. 45mins later, wake up and offer friend a ride to school so I don’t feel guilty. Decide to drive home between classes and walk back after lunch. Pay $8 to park for morning. Drive home at lunch. Eat lunch. Feel sleepy. Check that temperature is still -15°C. Drive back to school. Pay $8 to park for afternoon. Curse self.
Day 3 - Wake up at 10am; must leave house in 2hrs 20mins. Have leisurely morning in bed with breakfast and internet. Decide to have a shower. Realize it is already twenty past twelve. Decide hygiene is more important than fitness. Drive to school. Pay $10 to park for afternoon. Curse self.
Day 4 - Wake up at 9am feeling groggy and do not attempt to walk to school. Find cheap parking for morning and feel slightly better about self. Drive home at lunch, intending to walk back to school. Have a nap and almost miss second class instead. Do not curse self, but instead feel good about napping.
Day 5 - Class at 8:30am; decide I do not have to walk when class starts at 8:30am, since leaving the house before 8am is ungodly. Offer friend a ride. Friend makes fun of me for not walking all week. Resolve to walk next week.
Day 6 - Temperatures continue to drop. Curse self for living more than 4 mins from the school. Contemplate suicide. Realize I own a car and am not forced to walk. Celebrate life and automobiles by driving to school and finding cheap parking. Rejoice.
Days 7 through 10 - Continue to celebrate life by driving to school. Every so often notice that my ipod has a pedometer, and feel guilty when steps still register at “0”. Make concerted effort not to look at pedometer. Feel better about self.
Of course, now it’s Sunday. It’s sweating hot in my apartment, although currently -11°C outside; I’m comfortable on my couch with my laptop, and this comfort is making me feel once again like I am totally able to walk to school. I will continue to document my struggle with walking half an hour (each way!) as the week continues.
In Which I Am a Grownup
Sometimes I get can’t help but get excited by my own grownup-type productivity. I go to the grocery store. I wash the dishes. I do the laundry. I pay my bills. I make a real pasta dinner with actual noodles and actual sauce (yes, from a bottle, but still very grownup, not even a little bit Kraft Dinner). And then I go and play Paper Mario for four hours.
Yup.
Grownup.
Don’t know how to feel when my list of people who are “similar” to me aren’t people I would necessarily consider “similar” to each other.
On Batman and Hookers
Me: Batman only knows where Sally works. She’s special.
Adam: I believe Batman knows where all the hookers at. “Where all the hookers at,“ one might ask. “I will show you,” Batman would say.
This lead to a discussion on the pluralization of “ho”, which apparently is a matter of some debate.
2022 note: I have no idea what this was and all the links are dead.
Whoa, meta.
(Google Reader opened in Gruml’s browser.)