Speaking of Cocaine...

I'm in love with Robin Williams.Sure I thought he was cute in Mrs. Doubtfire and Hook, those are childhood classics. But after watching a stand-up routine and his phenomenal performance in One-Hour-Photo, I can now say I actually respect him. After all, that's really all it takes to earn my adoration: make me laugh and reveal psychotic antisocial tendencies. We'll be great friends!
He's coming to Houston in February, and I would go specifically to profess my love, but $300+ tickets mean I will probably just sit at home alone re-watching his stand-up routine and pretend it's like we're having a conversation.

Definitely 'shopped.

I hate friend-spam emails.
I'm not talking about the computer generated "SUPERS1ZE_YOUR BABYMAKER" ones (lord knows I love those...), I'm talking about the mass of forwarded mail you get from older relatives, really lonely coworkers, or friends that are actually losers. The FWD:RE:FW:: MUST READ!!!!! in the subject line is a pretty big giveaway. Usually they consist of either an obviously photoshopped image of something oMgCrAzY (bonsai kittens anyone? really?) or a heartwarming story that if you don't pass on to at least 10 people, you will never find love. Or happiness. Or that one sock you've been missing for a week. Hovering over my mom's shoulder (as I often do) and watching her go through an unending flow of friend-spam, I finally broke down and started ranting about how ridiculous and obnoxious these emails are- passing along warm&fuzzy stories or shocking images to what purpose? To make gullible old people worry even more about the evils of the world? To enlighten any one who might have needed justonemore Jesus story to finally believe? They're dumb, fake, and a waste of the reader's time and energy. I usually just delete them on the spot, and I suggested she do the same (srsly mom, trust me, I know what I'm talking about. I beat the internet. The end guy was hard.) I even decided to take it a step further, look one up, and prove they were lies.

...Unfortunately, I lose at life.
So uh, in case anyone was wondering, that basketball girl does actually exist. Oops. Now my mom thinks it's funny to say that everything she sees is "so obviously photoshopped" just to mock me. I'm living an xkcd comic, and a cosmically ironic one at that.

On the bright side, new Ratatatatatat! Huzzah!
Get ready kids- their album releases July 8. w00t.

PPS: Speaking of xkcd, who calls RULE 34 on that basketball girl, eh? Anyone? Anyone?

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This weekend was surprisingly productive. I washed two SUV's that looked like they'd gone on fucking safaris (geezus, how do you even see through the windshield, ma?), I babysat my little sister for a good two days straight (which means free movie and free ice cream, SCORE!) aaaaaaand last but not least I was finally able to escape Rice's facist inturweb lockdown on torrent sites! New music means new obsessions means new yummy links! I love the transitive property! (Math is delicious!)

Currently obsessing over: Justice (songs, covers, and remixes), Electrosound, and Ed Banger Volumes I and II.


The movie I ended up watching with my little sis was Horton Hears a Who, which ended up being FUCKING AMAZING. Granted, there is a certain possibility that hanging out with my sister the whole day caused me to regress into an 8year old again, but regardless, with a line-up of Jim Carrey, Steve Carrell, and Seth Rogen how can you go wrong? (Hint: You can't) I'm honestly surprised that I haven't heard more about it. It was cute, insightful, warm&fuzzy, well animated, well put together. I laughed, I cried. The whole bit. Go see it!


Whoa, six exclamation points in one post... who am I?

I read it for teh lulz

Currently obsessed with: Encyclopaedia Dramatica
Some argue that ED is offensive, immature and in bad taste.
Maybe it is. But don't worry, the writers only do it for irony's sake, and there are over 9000 rules they have to follow when posting to make sure everything is valid and relevant.
On the bright side, it provides valuable insight into one of the internet's less civilized subcultures.

...moar liek valJEWble insight, amirite?


And check out this badass mash-up:

Bastard pop is glorious.