President Ahmadinejad Space Cowboy.
there is some dumb shit on tumblr.
from delanie
I stared at this guy’s labored breathing chest for 3 minutes. That was the longest anyone would stay connected to me. As far as I can tell Chat Roulette is designed to show you a rotation selection of video cams containing bored young males.
Photo reply with a screen shot of your favorite “chat”.
Rankmaniac 2010: the Game!
I made a game for you with my friends Daniel and Chris. It looks like:
It’s fun, but it’s also for science. How, you ask?
First, we’re capturing players’ results (time and tags needed) to learn which movie tags are most useful.
Second, we’re trying to win a silly Googlebombing contest on the term “rankmaniac 2010,” and we figured that we’d do it by making some interesting content rather than by using dirty SEO tricks.
So if you like the game, thank us by linking to it. Because Caltech needs to beat Carnegie Mellon. We don’t have football; we have this.
Staying up late: Great from growing, bad for relating to others.
My stormy love affair with Thoreau
I read Walden when I was 15, young enough to take it seriously and spend the next several years quoting from it.
I took my share of transcendentalist walks in the desert, looking for blissful communion with nature and getting jabbed with cactus needles for my trouble.
“We do not ride on the railroad, it rides upon us” was the reason I traded my car for a bicycle, the reason I didn’t have a computer, the reason I felt miserable every time I was in a shopping center or big box store.
“Beware of all enterprises that require new clothes” was my justification for owning only one pair of shoes at a time, usually hiking boots which I wore for every occasion—summer and winter, job interviews and anniversary dinners.
But now I more than suspect that Thoreau was the kind of guy I’d want to punch if I met him in person.
What kind of hero is a guy who died a 44-year-old virgin?
Who lived off his parents’ wealth and then had the nerve to write self-righteously about it?
If he somehow showed up in my life, a Romantic couch surfer back from the dead, I’d probably slam down my whisky glass Bogart style, grab him by the lapels, give him a good shake, and say, “Listen, Hank. It’s time for you to man the fuck up.”
Then I’d take him to one of those highway bars with the blue neon signs, and buy him a gin and tonic and a blowjob.
cute.
from lardhat
Facebook: Just because he had the grace to add me as a friend after a party one night does not mean I should hassle him with inane inquiries.
Fuck you
I say it and spell it Madriz. and that’s just how it fucking is. If you don’t know, then you don’t know and that isn’t my fault.
Went to Malasaña
Had a damn good night. Anyone not in Madriz tonight had less of a good night. That’s a fucking fact.
Somebody please send this to me! There’s no Zara here
There’s a zara across from my roommate’s work…
