I have to post this–I love the movie Penelope. I just watched it last night with my sister and you know what? It made me realize what a shallow jerk I am sometimes. I want to find a girl I fall in love with for who she is. Even if she has a pig-face! That’s what the movie’s about if you haven’t seen it, by the way. I don’t want to spoil the movie, but man I love the ending! I want to be a better person.
I highly recommend the movie Penelope.
Love, Britton
Ever been in one of those discussions about who’s the greatest superhero? No? Well… me neither. But if you ever get in one of those discussions, let me tell you the one hero who is the wrong answer Read More
I don’t know about you, but I get tired of having all those picture ads show up in my facebook sidebar. The new facebook has changed their setup for ads so even if you’ve blocked them before, they’ll be back! Here’s how to get rid of the images, making the ads un-intrusive and text-based Read More
You know, life is weird. I don’t understand human beings. Sure, I’m one of them, but that hasn’t helped me much. Unfortunately, I’m just as stuck with the customs as you are. Therefore, I submit the following weird things for your consideration:
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No massive update here, but we re-recorded “Demons” by Guster a few days ago. Since it’s one of our favorite songs (and Guster is nigh unto legendary in my mind), we still don’t feel like it sounds quite like we’d like it to, but the last recording was a bit of sacrilege toward the Guster name. So if you’d like it, here’s the new version:
Do you recognize this giant orange icon? You may have seen it on the pages you visit–it’s the icon for that page’s RSS feed. If you don’t know what RSS is, you’re missing out on the greatest thing ever. Seriously. Set down all those gold bars in your hand, throw the keys to your Ferrari out the window, and start using RSS.
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Rather than re-posting everything, here’s a link to my other blog. Very inspirational posters, these.
Motivational Posters
It’s been far too long since I’ve written anything meaningful on my Blog. This might be due to the fact that the majority of my time on the internet is spent doing important things like watching YouTube videos and finding creative ways to transport coconuts (if you often spend your time in a similar manner, you might enjoy me, Tyson, Natalie, Chris, Chad, Matt, and Blake’s other blog). In all seriousness, though, sometimes life just flies by without leaving any deep thoughts worth writing about. I don’t know if the following qualifies as one of those, but I’ve got an urge to write tonight before I go to bed.
I’ve concluded there is some type of little man with a typewriter in the back of each of our minds. A long time ago, this little man was hired to write jokes for us to tell. As you can see from the picture, mine is a black man named Corbis. All day long he just taps away, making fun of life’s foibles and the illogical things that we all do. Every once in awhile he writes something funny. And we laugh to ourselves in the middle of the library. And strangers around us try to decide if they should act like they get the joke or not.
Unrelatedly, what in the world is a foible?
Anywho, in each of our heads is another little man with a bowler hat and monacle that examines each of this other man’s jokes. Much of the time, Bowler Man tosses Typewriter Guy’s jokes in the trash before our mouth tries to spit them out. It’s a good thing, too. Not only would most of our jokes make us sound like an idiot, but Typewriter Guy can be a jerk sometimes.
Have you ever had a day, though, when Bowler Man was gone on break and Typewriter Guy was mad about something or other? You say a few jokes that you’re confident will be funny only to realize, moments later, that you’re a jerk. Typewriter Guy just offended five good friends with one fell swoop. Man I hate those moments. There’s a very thin line between poking fun and joying in others’ weaknesses.
Our confidence being as precariously built as it is, we all need to be careful not to break it for others; further, it’s no challenge to be a critic. There’s not much sense priding ourselves in our abilities to notice flaws. I don’t really have a solution to this dilemma–I strongly believe that to lose the ability to laugh at life is to lose the ability to cope with it. I think none of us finds joy in making another’s day a little less bright, and so I’m sure none of us ever do it on purpose.
Therefore, I post this blog as a disclaimer. If I hang out with you by choice, I like you. I most likely consider you a good person. Even if I say something about your inability to tie shoes, comment on your living room that looks like it is friends with a roto-tiller, point out your lack of left sock, or suggest that Google is not, in fact, a reliable spell checker, I am still quite happy being around you. Otherwise I promise that I’d be much more careful in keeping those things to myself.
Thanks to my good friends who stick around even when Bowler Man doesn’t.
Have you ever had a night where your brain was absolutely functional, but your personality was on vacation? Where your brain was still happy to spit out things for your mouth to work on saying, but that side of you that connects with people and makes conversation enjoyable is busy in the back of your brain looking through cupboards for its misplaced left shoe?
I think we all have those moments from time to time, and tonight was one of those nights. I don’t have any profound thoughts on the situation, just wanted to point out how ridiculously annoying it is when those nights roll around. It’s not a problem when you’re around good friends–they know you’ve got a quiet side. But when your personality’s off switch gets switched off at a party and ten people’s first impression of you is that your only friends are duck tape and well-organized sock drawers, it can be a nuisance.