The attempts of mine at keeping a blog about writing, occasionally co-opted by the fact that I am a denizen of the internet and a strong believer in Nerd culture and confidence. I write here, I reblog here and occasionally I give dramatic speeches here to my brethren. Enjoy.

 

Well, this was the straw that broke the camel’s back. Especially golden is the part in the tags that implores you not to lie when the brotip says that you should lie. In fact, not only that, but it encourages the reader to be complicit in an act that is likely dishonest and cheating, and to take part in a culture that frequently condones such things. How ‘bout this, don’t lie for your friends, bro, unless it is a lie you are comfortable telling. Or even better, don’t be a liar and a cheat in a relationship and this shit won’t have to come up. Idiots.

Well, this was the straw that broke the camel’s back. Especially golden is the part in the tags that implores you not to lie when the brotip says that you should lie. In fact, not only that, but it encourages the reader to be complicit in an act that is likely dishonest and cheating, and to take part in a culture that frequently condones such things. How ‘bout this, don’t lie for your friends, bro, unless it is a lie you are comfortable telling. Or even better, don’t be a liar and a cheat in a relationship and this shit won’t have to come up. Idiots.

(Source: brotips)

Happy Birthday, Allison

Today is a special day. I am blessed in many ways to have people who are amazing in my life, but I would be lying if I told you that any of them meant as much to me or had as much effect in as little time as Allison. It is her Birthday (yaywoograts!) I have never met someone who is so genuinely nice, asking nothing in return, and who needs to know so little about a person to both give them the time of day. She is incredibly honest and hardworking and is currently kicking butts and working her own (sweet) butt off in Saint Kitts at Ross Veterinary graduate school. She is incredibly intelligent, which I know because I help her study and virtually everything she memorizes is effectively in and out gibberish to my brain. She does this while also listening, understanding, and contributing to my insane babbling when it comes to television and my occasional literary obsession. That is one of the best parts. She puts up with me. And I am an omega level bonehead who generally wants to be right 24/7. But the point being, that I am incredibly, honestly, amazingly lucky to have met someone so incredible. And now that I have tried to express that in a rant, I can see that it is a flawed premise. So, here is a poem too.

5/22

I worry a lot that you will get tired of my writing and I will have nothing left to give you
you have my heart, lame little thing that it is
you say that I’m stronger so often that it might one day swell to plump, a water balloon coaxed into shape
my brain is too full of lesions of fart joke comedy and useless philopsychology

If these lights go out and the black and white write makes too little or too much sense
I could give you my body, or tear pieces of myself out to fund projects for you
I’ll donate my skeleton to your science, find usefulness in spent chunks of myself and hang the carcass up in our future home like the science classes of alma maters.
That way I could haunt the home I want us to have
Inanimate, I could always be there for you

What if I become more married to my own stagnation than I do to your fantastic frenetic?
I frequently fear my own ability to shake things down, to settle to the ocean floor.
But every time I sediment you roar like the Marianas, you crack my facade. You shake me baby.
You rock when you shatter my sloth.

But like you once told me, the small things matter.
There are legions of tiny moments that whisper to me from the seat of my memory.
Pumpkin Pancakes and Omelets
Grilled cheese and stuffed peppers
Skylights and brick lofts
Sunflowers and dog parks
And many more to come.
I will always have the small stuff to give
but my gift giving is no match to yours.

Allisun, Light of my life. Thank you. Without today I would not exist.



I love you <3

malefeminists:

Yup, this is about right. Thanks, Alicia Tarr!

Disconcertingly accurate.

malefeminists:

Yup, this is about right. Thanks, Alicia Tarr!

Disconcertingly accurate.

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jonathanbrownpoetry:

Joey by Jonathan Brown 

This gem right here.

And this is the true measure of how far we’ve come as a nation: in like five years, the prime talking point from Republicans about people who support gay marriage has gone from ‘It will destroy society via turtle-fucking’ to ‘Oh, of COURSE you’re for it! You’ll say anything popular to get re-elected!’

JON STEWART, on criticism by Republicans that President Obama announced his support for marriage equality simply because he wants another term in office, on The Daily Show (via inothernews)

The insidious underlier here being the conservatives ADMITTING that gay marriage accessibility is what people want. HEY YOU ARE JUST GIVING THE PEOPLE WHAT THEY WANT. Well yeah, that seems pretty presidential to me.

wilwheaton:

via Reddit

Here is a crazy theory. Piracy is an inherent component in any system as bloated as Hollywood. When movies that are actually worth seeing are released, people use their money to validate that quality.

wilwheaton:

via Reddit

Here is a crazy theory. Piracy is an inherent component in any system as bloated as Hollywood. When movies that are actually worth seeing are released, people use their money to validate that quality.

ITT: Women = only their vaginas. Brotips and its tendency to shorten phrases for effect turns some of their &#8220;almost okay&#8221; ideas into misogynist tripe.

ITT: Women = only their vaginas. Brotips and its tendency to shorten phrases for effect turns some of their “almost okay” ideas into misogynist tripe.

(Source: brotips)