You seemed cool. You didn’t have many followers.
So I followed you. But then I saw that you sent me an automated DM thanking me for the follow. Really, guys?
1. Super ungeniune
2. A waste of my time
3. Makes you look like a dumb, lazy brand
4. No one wants to receive DMs from brands. EVER.
So I unfollowed you.
Thanks for reading, and let this be a lesson to you.
If it weren’t for the WordPress app, I probably wouldn’t update this mo.
Warning: I have a hangover, which actually explains a lot.
Open letters annoy me more than just about anything. If I could scroll through my Facebook news feed without seeing “Dear lady in the Starbucks line: it’s not like any of us are in a rush to get to work. Please take your time ordering your half-caf soy latte, no whip, with hazelnut and vanilla syrups,” it would truly be a glorious day. But instead I’m subjected to a flood of not-even-slightly-creative passive aggression on every social network I waste my time on. (And by the way, I do catch the irony of me grumbling my grievances to an anonymous audience.) Read the rest of this entry »
I’m probably going to have a series of website idea posts. Also, just general idea posts. Because this website is costing me $6 a month and I barely use it, so I need to start taking action. Read the rest of this entry »
Sometimes I save the things I wish I could tweet but don’t because I try to maintain a presence online that’s somewhat respectable. And anyway, I’m learning that no one really thinks I’m funny. Read the rest of this entry »
Did my enticing title lead you to read this post?
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2012 blew my friggin mind. I discovered that new artists aren’t necessarily terrible, as I had previously blasphemed. Fortunately the music gods didn’t smite my hearing for doubting the magic that was before me.
Whatever, I’ll get to the point. Several albums made me want to die (in a good way) this year. In no particular order. Read the rest of this entry »
That I didn’t blog for months? Whoops.
I still love you. Question: What’s the point in adding content to the website if it’s not of value? Answer: There isn’t a point. That’s why I haven’t been writing… not that anyone actually reads. I’m trying to figure out if I should start blogging about Bradbury specifically, with maybe a few splashes of stupid personal posts in the mix. That way everyone who accesses my site via keywords relating to Bradbury (specifically The Naming of Names) won’t be pissed.
Thanks for reading.
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This weekend was extraordinary for many reasons, but for one in particular. The tattoo shop that I’ve been super digging, Tower Classic Tattoo, threw a Summer Kickoff/Customer Appreciation party. I wanted to check it out simply because the vibes steaming from that building are everything I love in a tattoo shop.
I’ll do my best to describe it to you: imagine stepping out to a beautiful wooden patio that’s shielded by a spangled pergola. Maybe it was just a fully-covered patio. I do not recall exactly. But there was basically a deck with strands of lights and a pathway that led to candlelit picnic tables. Arguably my favorite thing about summer (besides the clothing) is relaxing on back patios with friends and drinks. So you can imagine my excitement when I took in this unexpected addition to the shop (which in itself has remarkable character.)
When I was in college, junior year, I made friends with a few select individuals who changed my life. Nick, Ben, and Lane. These three fellows introduced me to the Beat Generation – specifically Jack Kerouac and Allen Ginsberg. After class we would congregate off campus, either at a dingy coffee shop or at a mutual friend’s disgusting dwelling, and we’d read. Aloud.
