a glimpse into cryptic thought of the reticence
I know I’m quiet. And I know I should speak more. But if you knew the things that were in my head most of the time you’d know what it really meant.
That’s just your style. Other people have different styles. But this is yours. You like to take your time and be sure.
Consider me. Not only have I not liked my electrician, my plumber, my dentist, my doctor or my tax person on Facebook but I don’t even know if they have Facebook pages. I have nothing to offer to my Facebook friends in this regard.
Unlike you, I’m not from the “let me tell you every sick, sordid detail of my life” generation. I value discretion. I loathe self-pity.
And so I watch Paranormal Activity 4, I feel it need more silent and contemplation, but I won’t unlike it on Facebook.
Perhaps you cry. You feel worthless. You wonder whether it’s worth going on. Everything you think about seems bleak — the things you’ve done, the things you hope to do, the people around you. You want to lie in bed and keep the lights off. Depressed mood is like that, only it doesn’t come for any reason and it doesn’t go for any either. Go outside and get some fresh air or cuddle with a loved one and you don’t feel any better, only more upset at being unable to feel the joy that everyone else seems to feel.
I do wonder about this morning, and that I hope you’ll think about, too. I don’t know for sure whether Aaron understood that any of us, any of his friends, would have taken a call from him at any hour of the day or night. I don’t know if he understood that wherever he was, there were people who cared about him, who admired him, who would get on a plane or a bus or on a video-call and talk to him.
Asking children who can barely spell their names what it felt like to have the trajectory of their life changed in a single morning. How the fuck do you think it feels?
Frank, God Bless America:
But that’s not the edge. That’s what sells. They couldn’t possibly pander any harder or be more commercially mainstream because this is the “oh, no, you didn’t say that” generation where a shocking comment has more weight then the truth. No one has any shame anymore. And we’re supposed to celebrate it.
Hangman is great. It teaches you that by saying the wrong things you could end someone’s life.
And while BitTorrent and Megaupload get all the attention, Biddle notes that there are other file-sharing techniques that the government is never going to stop. “Teenagers and twenty-somethings I know routinely will go over to a friend’s house with a terabyte drive to swap stuff,” he said. They choose the “sneakernet” approach less out of fear of liability than because it’s so convenient. “You can have a ton of content on a terabyte drive,” he noted.
“I’m now finding that for some kinds of content, the illegal is clearly outperforming legal,” Biddle said. “That blows me away. I pay for premium cable. It’s easier to use BitTorrent to watch Game of Thrones. HBO Go is trying very hard to do a good job,” he said, but the user experience just isn’t as good. Because HBO Go is a streaming service, he said, it’s more vulnerable to network congestion than simply downloading the entire episode from the darknet.
This argument is both ludicrous, and wrong. Ludicrous, because if piracy is actually wrong, it doesn’t get less wrong simply because you can’t have the product exactly when and where you want it at a price you wish to pay. You are not entitled to shoplift Birkin bags on the grounds that they are ludicrously overpriced, and you cannot say you had no alternative but to break into an the local ice cream parlor at 2 am because you are really craving some Rocky Road and the insensitive bastards refused to stay open 24/7 so that you could have your favorite sweet treat whenever you want. You are not forced into piracy because you can’t get a television show at the exact moment when you want to see it; you are choosing piracy.
I can’t work in an office. I don’t like wearing suits. I like to ride. Fixed gear, steel frame, no brakes. The bike cannot coast. The pedals never stop turning. Can’t stop. Don’t want to either.
Also, I wonder, how does the batpod’s wheel spin?
Until we know for sure, everyone’s a terrorist.
Chaney found what he was looking for on the Internet Movie Database (IMDB). After punching in the pet’s name, he watched in awe as the star’s private e-mails poured down his smudgy PC screen.
Success is 1% inspiration, 98% perspiration, and 2% attention to detail.
I wrote you.
I made you up.
I had a dream about a girl. So I wrote it down.
I gave her a name. Ruby.
I wrote all kinds of things about her and then one day I woke up and she – You were living in my house.
I can make you do anything… because you’re not real.
see: THE AUDITION, for every ACTOR DANCER PERFORMER MODEL MUSICIAN out there.