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WTF, Questionable Content ads.
WTF.
It Is So Weird
Every time one of my kids asks me permission to go to the bathroom during class, it kind of cracks me up. I mean, yes, it’s cute that they’re too scared of me to go without permission, but also I’d forgotten how dehumanizing middle school and early high school are. It’s rough having to be totally accountable to other people for where you are at all times. If you tried to get a group of college students to follow the set of rules we have for the kids here, you would have total anarchy on your hands. 13 year olds, on the other hand, just say yes ma’am and do it.
July 7, 2009
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FlaVorIce is just a jankety knock-off of Otter Pops, the true king of the ice pop world. Especially the “Lite” version of FlaVorIce. Ew. The texture is just…wrong.
July 7, 2009
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Steve Martin ironing a poor, defenseless kitten.
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this will never not get reblogged.
EVAR.
July 5, 2009
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Mega64: Oregon Trail (HD) (via RoccoB64)
Oregon Trail in real life. Rocco has died of dysentery.
I’ve noticed that lately I’m writing a lot of sentences that use commas in ways that you’re not supposed to use commas. It’s not that I’ve forgotten how grammar works, it’s just that I’m obsessed with transcribing my thoughts the way I’d say them, and with using punctuation and language like notation for speech rather than its own strictly ruled system of language.
I think I got this from Charles Olson. I also think that it might be a problem. What if I get USED to all these comma splices and I forget that they’re technically completely wrong? What if people think I don’t know HOW to use a comma? OH NO!
July 4, 2009
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July 4, 2009
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Gnarls Barkley | Crazy
This is one of those songs for me that is intensely associated with a particular time and a particular place. I can’t listen to it without remembering what that time smelled like; what I ate that summer. It’s a surreal little time capsule.
