So, until I get it back, I will be posting my entries on tumblr.
I will tag you in the link below the status.
So here’s today’s.
Can you think of the day when everything was going wrong and the words or actions of a stranger served to cheer you up?
On sunday, I found out my computer was broken, and that I wouldn’t get it back for a few weeks.
I am not one for anger, but then a date cancelled on me, and everything was just going to shit.
On top of that, my last semester of school was about to begin, and I was not particularly looking forward to it.
My problems don’t amounts to a hill of beans, but they still got to me a little bit.
After sending my computer to the factory, I walked towards the bus station. My shopping bag fell apart. Ugh.
I didn’t have to work monday so I went out for the night.
Later on, I stopped for some food, and the server was just so kind and respectful to me, that I just brightened right up.
Yes, servers are supposed to be kind, but not all of them are and at that particular moment it was exactly what I needed to face down this final semester, and all of the other things I have to deal with right now.
The lesson is only that you should be as kind as possible to strangers because they might be having really bad days.
Woke up stressed today for some reason. Not sure why, life is good aside from dating. (And you know when I manage to figure that part out something else will fail. Heh.)
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“Nevins added that he’s still waiting for showrunner Jenji Kohan to choose among the “couple different paths” she’s currently considering, such as maybe Nancy has angry sex with the entire nation of Colombia, or maybe Shane dies off-screen before the season even starts and never ever comes back, and then Nancy has mournful sex with the entire nation of Colombia. Anyway, once Kohan chooses one of these two options, she and Nevins will have a serious talk about whether the eighth season of Weeds should be its natural, satisfying conclusion, before the show takes frustratingly ridiculous divergence after divergence, and drags on and on until it becomes some sort of shell of its former self.”—
“He seemed so mystified by where the anger was coming from that when the session ended, I felt that I should at least say directly, in terms of both phrasing and proximity, how I felt and why at least I was so insistent on asking about this stuff, and in this way. I don’t know that I expected King to respond, which he ultimately didn’t. But I wanted to say it.
I’ve been checking in and out on “2 Broke Girls,” hoping that King would eventually realize that there is a part of the show that works and a part that just doesn’t at all, and steer towards the good part. But everything he said over the course of that uncomfortable panel made it very clear that the show “2 Broke Girls” is now is the show that it’s always going to be.”—
It wouldn’t even be that hard to improve, you guys!
"In 3 Days... Mark Wahlberg... star of "The Italian Job" and "The Departed"...."
The ads for “Contraband” are getting so desperate they have convinced themselves that the reason no one wants to see that stupid movie is because they’re confused about where they might have seen the lead before.
Despite what a lot of movies might have you believe, being white is not that hard. Out of all the things that you can be in the world, being white is probably one of the easiest, and being white in America is the absolute tops. It’s great. So many privileges. No one gives you shit. It’s really wonderful.
Don’t misunderstand: being human is hard. There’s death and sadness and regret for EVERYONE, even white people. But if all you have is some death and sadness and regret, you’re still doing better than 99 percent of the world. Because despite those hardships you don’t also have, you know, racism and bombs and genocide and chronic diarrhea. That can be a really hard thing to remember, because pain is relative. The frustration you have that your knock-off Murakami iPhone case showed up two days later in the mail than the shipping confirmation email said it would is genuinely hurtful to you. That bitter emotion is real. But that doesn’t make it not sad and inappropriate when measured against the pain scale of the rest of the world.
“Echoing the dispassionate sighs of our own, now-retired recappers, far fewer Americans than usual tuned in for last night’s premiere of Jersey Shore—a 14-percent drop in viewers from the last season’s debut, in fact, making for the first time the show has seen a decline upon returning. Of course, even with that drop-off, plenty of folks still watched it: The series pulled in 7.6 million people who were interested in catching up with the cast, even though it was just yesterday that they whiled away the summer months watching Snooki bleat the word “Jionni” across the piazzas of Florence. But given that the finale of Jersey Shore’s Italian jaunt similarly saw its first-ever downhill slide, there seems to be growing evidence that the show may have peaked, and that audiences might finally be losing interest in watching the same egoists having the same three or four arguments, played out with only slight variations in volume and breaking shit. Indeed, it seems America may be demanding all-new egoists, with all-new arguments that will lead them to break all-new shit, and hey, maybe not three times a year from now on.”—
“Emma Stone, and then some other words we don’t actually have to write since everyone already clicked on this article because Emma Stone is pretty and smart and seems really cool, like she might be into you—and not in an ingratiating, patronizing Hollywood way, but in a way that suggests she might want to spend the weekend watching Netflix and making fun of shitty movies with you, like she’d just appreciate the brief respite from all that industry phoniness, but she also wouldn’t put it like that because she’s so cool she doesn’t even think of it in those terms. But also, Emma Stone has signed on to star in Little White Corvette from 30 Minutes Or Less screenwriter Michael Diliberti, who will once again mine comedy from geeks thrust into criminal activity with the story of a “nerdy guy” and his much cooler older sister (Stone, obviously) hitting the streets of Miami, hoping to offload the million dollars’ worth of cocaine they find stashed in their late father’s sports car. No word yet on who will play the younger brother, but Emma Stone will be there. Emma Stone.”—I just quoted an entire AV Club newsblurb. Because it is awesome.
“So The Hollywood Reporter notes that, despite Wiig’s refusal to participate—ostensibly so she can do different things, but the article suggests it may also have to do with bitterness over money—and producer Judd Apatow’s hesitance to be a part of it without her, the studio is actively pursuing the idea of a Bridesmaids sequel without Wiig, provided they can hit upon the right “concept.” Right now that concept mostly boils down to “get Melissa McCarthy to say blunt and horny things again,” as she’s been deemed the “key player to get a sequel rolling.” Which just goes to prove that, given enough time, even Universal forgot about Evan Almighty.”—
You know, you tell yourself you’re a good person and that you treat people well, but when confronted with the fact that you’ve done folks wrong, you feel a sort of cognitive dissonance (good person/bad things, what?).
But sometimes good people do bad.
And some people are bad.
I’d like to believe I’m in the former group - but sometimes I wonder.
(If you’re wondering, no, I didn’t, like, murder anyone; I treated a friend disrespectfully.)