Everyone Panic! The iPhone Apocalypse Is Happening Today!

Everyone Panic! The iPhone Apocalypse Is Happening Today!

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Geek/Nerd

Being a child of the 1980's I had to work to gain my computer/internet/gaming knowledge. It wasn't just handed to me as status quo. Enjoy this list of all the things my friends and I have worked through to get where we are today. Damn kids with your iPods, and your baggy pants, and your wallet chains, and your GUIs, and your... (rambles off into obscurity).

This, my excavation

This is what I've done most nights since 2008. Mistakes were made, loves lost and found, and some were rebuilt to be gone forever. Confidence captured and shattered, but I still haven't learned every word, and there's something to be said for that. The stained glass windows I've seen while blazing past the slow and taking the road for myself. Those guitars overlapped and pulsing. You can hear the small imperfections of a heart through the strums. Don't be so sure you won't feel something tonight. And it still escapes me, trying to keep this expanse clear and dusted. All that you and I could have felt and fought for, if only you hadn't been so caught up drilling for fame. It comes in heartbreak, so it comes to me. The howls and slow drift of a winter's night spent recalling. Recalling all that hurt, and assuage and reconcile it to nothing that seems too real. Someday, you'll get it all. Every last word you're still trying to send me, and it will sink in. It will sink in and you won't know what to do. Everything you've felt and all the anger will dissipate into a flurry of needing to get up and chop wood and gather moss. You'll find yourself lost in the woods ready to begin again. I will be gone and you will be forgotten. She'll prove who she is and that she's going with me. No strings. Unencumbered. And I start to smile again with the high notes and the peel into the soft night air. Wouldn't need more than this if I tried. It will be the hardest I've ever cried and held you, and the loudest my smile has ever gotten. We'll have all this, and interpret the crows' calls into the winter mornings.

In a summer of the unexpected, this takes it.

Sugar Ray's new album. For real?

Check it out here.

Equality in the workplace

In a blast freezer everyone can see you fart, no matter what your social standing or income.

Little dreams, but still dreams.

I'd really like to have the opportunity to take an open flame to one of those Indiana Jones style spider web walls. I'm so curious.

TGIF

You know what's intense? When Carl Winslow would start up with the platitudes and the strings would strike up. Steve would calm down from his normal jitteriness and the Winslow kids would look deep in their Dad's eyes. There would be so much depth, to the point you would almost think Carl was going to cry. Everyone's eyes would well up, along with my own, and a lesson would be learned. No matter what trouble you got in that week with your parents, or how bad school was, Carl handled everything in a manner that made you happy to be on that couch that night, cradled and comfortable for the weekend.

On the eve of the new Harry Potter

Is it possible to hit a cockroach so hard that it completely disapparates? Tonight's evidence suggests that it is.

As it all ends.

When the end times come leave me be. I'll sit outside a cafe drinking lightly sweetened iced tea and watching the women pass by because a side effect of the end of days is the beautification of females to be exotic, scantily clad warrior princesses. Yes, just leave me be with my journal and Amazonian goddesses.

{f**k}

You know what I'm going to say. Haven't we evolved any? These girls obviously have thumbs.

True Origins

If the original X-Men six-player arcade game had been free, or I possessed a key to open the coin collector and flip the credit switch, there is a definite possibility that I would have grown up as, what most would call, developmentally disabled. Like those kids in adolescent psychology text book studies that are trapped in basements by abusive parents and never see the sun or other people until they're 16. That would be me. Just screaming at passers-by, crying and playing X-Men all day. You can imagine how happy I was to find an emulator to play it on my computer. The five key on the keyboard gives me infinite credits, so I'll talk to you all in the distant future.

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Can I just pretend I'm tweeting on my Blogger site? Can these sites have more grown-up names?