All About That (Upright) Bass.
Movie Characters Taking Selfies in Classic Movie Scenes [video]
He wondered through the forest of his mind, searching through trees of times past for an answer suitable for such an occasion. In his imagination, it all went so differently, so much better. But now, in the damp and dimly lit corner of a room he was never meant to be in, he broke a sweat of nervousness as he stumbled over his words. Fear filled him, clouding the calmness his training had tried to prepare him for, and he felt that time was running short. What were the words he was so desperate to find? He felt as though he may never know.
Then suddenly, like a memory long lost brought back by a familiar scent of childhood, he found his salvation, tucked away deep in thoughts never meant to be used again.
"Would you like fries with that?"
Yes, those were the words. Such a simple, yet, eloquent phrase noteworthy for its popularity as much for its necessity. It was all coming back now. And he knew he would be okay.
Today was a long day
It started with a jury summons at 9am. The parking is roughly four blocks away which may not sound like much in a normal city that isn’t over 100 degrees at that hour. I was not looking forward to it in the first place, but after being told it’s for a case that is estimated to last 6-8 weeks, I was really praying to be excused. I won’t know until October whether I’m on it or free, but they said there are 600 jurors they are choosing from, so the odds are in my favor. That’s probably already more than I’m legally allowed to say.
After I left at noon (this was just a first phase of selection) I met up with Joe to help him move his stuff into my apartment. We rented a truck, loaded it up, took it to my house, and unloaded it all into the living room of my one-bedroom apartment where it will sit for three weeks until we load it up again to move to the new apartment. Wow, that was a long sentence.
We returned the truck around four, headed to the nearest casino to make a losing bet, and then went to another friend’s house to watch the game. At least the first half of it because it was boring and obvious our tickets were a bad idea.
Now I’m in bed at 10pm ready to fall asleep so that I can go to work tomorrow. I need another day off already.
Conflicting with Confidence
Meredith once told me I’m the smartest person she’s ever known. Rex’s roommate once called me an idiot. What is life but conflicting opinions on a singular thing? I embrace my contradictions. I hold dearly to them as a better part of me. I love to keep people guessing because it’s a reminder that I’m not the same person I was and it’s that ever-changing paradigm that keeps me from getting bored with myself; bored with my life.
It seems I will be having a roommate sooner than expected. Joe, my co-worker and future roommate nearly got in a fight with his current roommate last night. Like, a literal fight. I asked Joe if he—the roommate—was drunk and Joe replied, “Oh, I’m sure.” I’ll never understand people like that. I once considered him a friend as well, but not anymore. I’m glad Joe is getting out of there.
I’m both excited and dreading my future living situation. Another contradiction. I’m excited to be moving into a newer, better, BIGGER apartment, but I’m not looking forward to sharing again. It’s nice having your own place and I’ve grown accustom to my sole company. I just have to remind myself that it is for a bigger purpose—a 2-year plan, so to speak. My biggest issue is I can’t decide whether the end of those two years will conclude with me buying a house here or moving away to, say, Canada to start all over again. A task I must admit I like partaking in. Conflict.
It’s almost a necessity for me to start over. Sooner or later you can no longer convince yourself of your contradictions. Monotony is the biggest danger to a creative life and mine was never that creative in the first place. But, for now, it’s best if I focus on the little things and prepare for the roommate who will be sharing this small apartment with me for the next three weeks. If I were truly the smartest man in Meredith’s life, I’d be better prepared for my own.
SHARKS and TROPHIC CASCADES
What Happens When Sharks Disappear?
Infographics by Lily Williams
Even worse: Humboldt squid will overpopulate. And they learn what to eat through trial and error. They are even known to attack and seriously harm divers. [x]
Protect your Ocean.
sharks are fucking important
I already learned all of this from Captain Planet. Teach me something new, Tumblr.
Don’t quit your day job is a good piece of advice. When I was coming up, it was not an insurmountable mountain. Once you had a record company on your side, they would fund you, and that also meant when you toured they would give you tour support. There are still record companies, and it does apply to pop, rap, and country to an extent. But for performers who are also songwriters — the creators — for rock music, for soul, for the blues — it’s finally dead. Rock is finally dead.
It’s very sad for new bands. My heart goes out to them. They just don’t have a chance. If you play guitar, it’s almost impossible. You’re better off not even learning how to play guitar or write songs, and just singing in the shower and auditioning for ‘The X Factor.’ And I’m not slamming ‘The X Factor,’ or pop singers. But where’s the next Bob Dylan? Where’s the next Beatles? Where are the songwriters? Where are the creators?
- I found a new apartment and will be moving at the end of the month. I’m moving in with a co-worker to save some money. I haven’t had a roommate in about four years, so we’ll see how this goes. I really like the apartment though. When I told my current residence that I will be moving out, it felt like I was breaking up with someone. They were upset because I’m apparently one of the few that doesn’t cause problems.
- While we were trying to get things together to apply for the new apartment, we needed a place to print. The closest we could find was a library, so I have a library card for the first time since I was a little kid. I’m strangely excited about that. Let’s see if I ever use it.
- We went bowling the other night for a co-workers birthday. I got a turkey on the last frame, so naturally I am the most popular person at work now. Or at least I assume. I ended up leaving today after an hour even though I SWORE to myself I would stay because my funds are so dangerously low.
- By the time you read this I will be taking a test for work that I have to take every year. In fact, I will be studying for it after I finish this. Last time I finished before half the other supervisors figured out how to log in. And yet I was not the one that got the full-time position. ‘Merica!
- This month is going to be busy. I have a camping trip with my dad, jury duty (I don’t vote for the very specific reason of not being selected, and still…), a traffic ticket that still needs to be paid that I STILL cannot because I can’t get my insurance to do such a simple task as send me a new proof-of-insurance card (not that I should even need it because the officer already knew I had insurance from checking his computer and the fact that I need a copy in my car is a ridiculous and outdated law that…you know what, never mind), and I have to pack and move. I feel like there are other important things coming up, but I guess I’ll know them when they pass.
- I don’t remember any of my other points.
- I need a new memory holder thing.
- A brain. That’s what it’s called.
This is it
This football gif meme thing is what’s going to make me delete my Tumblr. I know it.