The mandatory feel-good animated gifs post

Because I’ve been in trouble as of late – for serious this time – I thought I’d put together this post, both for myself and for anyone who has wandered by this blog in search of some sort of comfort (I have no idea why you’d look for it here, but it’s true that we all do get help from strange places, sometime – like, I’ll never forget this really shitty birthday I was having back home in Charlotte one year, and the random hot guy who randomly bought me cake).

One of these I’ve featured before, but must absolutely include in this collection.

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Monday music: handfuls of goodbye

До свиданья, друг мой, без руки, без слова,
Не грусти и не печаль бровей, —
В этой жизни умирать не ново,
Но и жить, конечно, не новей.
– Сергей Есенин

Khaled, this is for you, for obvious reasons.

Also, real life has walloped me over the head since I got back from Moscow, but I appear to be standing, all major organs intact. Not so for a friend of mine. So Alan, (1984 – 2010), this is for you as well.

You Only Live Once – the Strokes
Animal (Fake Blood Remix) – Miike Snow
New Song – Beat Crusaders
Further and Further Away – Ghosts
Honestly – Zwan
The Lisbon Maru – Fuck Buttons
Do You Remember – the Horrors
Motion Picture Soundtrack – Radiohead
Strawberry Fields Forever (Take 1) – the Beatles
1-800-288-SLAM – Meanderthals

“…no girls interested in Trek before this new movie”

I shit you not, my fair friends, someone has actually posted the line above.

I had a sarcastic response lined up, and then I thought, why bother? Why bother with someone who’s invested in the idea that Star Trek belongs to a noble subculture of dudely doodz whose responses to it are so much more profound than anything the silly ladies might think or feel? Why bother with someone who is outraged by the fact that the new film featured male babes as well as female ones, struck down by the possibility that “holy shit, they didn’t just have heterosexual males in mind when they made this”?

Although I encounter this thinking with some regularity, I can never be bothered to address it properly. This type of territoriality is amusing in bullfrogs and gorillas. In the human species, it just seems so… sad. Sad in a way that a kid crying over an overturned ice cream cone is sad.

You just want to go – “awww. Here’s a dollar. Buy yourself more ice cream, sweetie.” And tousle their hair a lil bit.