Well.. I might be miserable tomorrow morning anyway. I’m having drink in name of her birthday. I’m on my 3rd on sadly an empty stomach… I haven’t really been all that hungry today. Has something to do with my mood. OH WELL, let the drunk blogging begin!
This is a picture of the first time I won something at the Mirage. I don’t actually plan on doing anything with it. I may even frame it. All I know is I won 6.50$ by putting a dollar into the poker machine and asking it to start.
That’s a pretty amazing feat that modern man is capable of. I’m a bit saddened that everyone told me to steer clear of an actual poker table. but I guess, I wouldn’t have this cool little print out of 6.50 regardless.
On the TL;DL podcast episode “30th Anniversary Special” I talked more about the Vegas trip but only at the beginning. more or less the stuff that you’ve already read on the blog.
Here’s an adorable video of a little girl singing to Pearl Jam:
IT’S SO ADORABLE! KIDS ARE SO CUTE! I would write children’s books for my kids ALL THE TIME. and… play awesome music for them just as much!
Can we all agree, that the whole Google Glass thing is actually pretty fucking dumb? I don’t mean that to be mean. But there’s a point where technology tries to hard to get ahead of itself. Especially with the most shallow things possible. It’s bad enough that they put cameras on everything But now I can take a picture and post it to Facebook with voice commands and over-obvious winks. It’s making me starting to become my father even faster.
I break shades easy enough as it is, 1,600$ of douche-baggery is not something I’m going to want on my christmas list.
This is a picture of the most reblogged thing that I’ve done on Funkchop apparently. But I like it for completely different reasons that other people might.
Halftone patterns were a common occurrence in the days of black and white print. The spacing and location of the dots, where the thing that added to the detail (considering it’s monochrome nature) and still kept it Print friendly.
I think it may have something do with the bleeding of the ink. Which to be honest, is something that makes Dot Matrix printers so great being that is their specialty. But I may be talking out of my ass, drinking and all.
The oldest water found on Earth is 2.6 billion years old. A bit of a bold statement, but hey! Anything for science!
You know what, I really like indian food. I think it’s delicious. the texture, the sauce, the ingredients they use. How come I’m not eating indian food all the time? Also, I thank Bron for introducing me to vegetarianism, Because I actually eat vegetables a lot more than I used to. Thanks love.
real talk, she spends too much time thinking. what worries me is that she spends most of her time thinking negatively. She make think she’s doing something good for someone she cares about, but given my nature, all she’s doing is damaging. How much damage do you feel happy about giving someone before it’s too late? I keep my spirits up the best I can, but it’s times like this where I’d much feel I was better off dead.
I don’t want to think of her as a coward. She’s a much better person than she makes herself out to be, I just wish she would see that. I wish she would see me for the great qualities instead of zeroing in on problems she creates for herself, that forces me to fix them, with her building up walls. But I always believe in her.
I don’t need this. I need her.
At least, I wish all these stupid mistkaes I keep making actually helped. she broke me it’s obvious. I feel like she’s more afraid of everything that we did than she is proud. So I’m just going to keep trying to fix everything, get my life back.
This put me into a little bit better of spirits, which apparently doesn’t really take very much. It took me all day to edit and upload a fucking podcast of all things because of how dumpy I’ve been. But now to be honest, I don’t really feel like going to bed.
Drink kind of keeps me awake… But at least it stops me from thinking. Whelp, before I go here’s some insight to what even I feel from time to time.
Sometimes in the middle of a conversation I just……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………
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Neil Gaiman (@neilhimself) May 17, 2013