Stupid sponsored posts in my dash… Away with you, Old Spice, with your bikini girls in the snow… I’d like to think I follow people who I find interesting, not being force fed commercials I have no interest in by big corporations.
Leave me alone. I’ll be over there watching Kamen Rider Kabuto…
Saw the same thing, had the same reaction. Fuck you old spice, I smell just fine; get off my tumblr feed.
Dear Woolz. Love the channel, I own a very impressive romantic rubber fist on a stick and love-hate Pat. So, please, please, please, please, please make an LP of Resonance of Fate, because he says he will never quit a playthrough and I remember both of you mentioning it being hard to make yourself play. I own it and have loaned it to my friends as a challenge, but I can't even get all the way through it. It's just so poorly written, designed and paced.
If you couldn’t suffer through it, and I couldn’t suffer through it, why the fuck would we…
PSA: Big corporations putting feel good feminist messages in their advertisements wont result in women’s liberation as much as it will result in goading liberal minded folks to buy more shampoo or whatever. There’s no point in fawning over these commercials.
“Music was something so precious to me […] I would go around to a friend’s house and we would listen to an album back to back; we’d listen to the same album three times and just sit there with our eyes closed saying ‘That was amazing!’. It was a “night out”: listening to an album. Now it’s just something that you put on in the background of a fastfood restaurant while someone’s chewing bubblegum and wiping up the floor. It’s lost all value; maybe because of the amount of stuff that’s available; people have just lost the value of it. It’s something very precious if you know how to get something out of music.”—Gavin Harrison, drummer for Porcupine Tree, King Crimson and so many more.
After a couple’ days away from social medias, it’s hard to get back into it. People’s posts just anger me, irritate me; I keep being told about things I don’t want to know, things I don’t care about. It feels like stepping back into a cold pool of water I’m not used to anymore until my body temperature adapts and it feels okay again.
Maybe I should give up on facebook…? I’m afraid of missing out on things I care about, but there’s so much shit through it all…
Some middle-aged man I hated died this weekend. I don’t care. He was a fat creep who stared at my girlfriend weird and tried to cheat on his wife with my girlfriend’s mom. I don’t care about him.
But I knew him, and he died from cancer; wasn’t that old. It just weirds me out. It’s like when someone you know dies, even if you don’t give a shit about them, it’s like life reminding you that all things end; and you don’t always get a warning. You don’t get an email saying how many days you have left.
I don’t care about him, but his death reminds me to care about myself and the people who surround me.