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Tuesday, April 17, 2012
There's nothing worse than a "sorry I haven't posted in so long" post, but WELP.... The reason is I started a new job where I get to blog about whatever weird crap I find on the internet all day. Which is amazing and really fun for me. So please check out BuzzFeed.com where I'm posting all day long or follow me on Twitter because who actually still posts blogspots anymore? Sighsies.
Thursday, April 5, 2012
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Thursday, March 8, 2012
Monday, March 5, 2012
Recently I was taking the subway home on a Friday night - about 8:30pm - and saw these awesome kids fucked up out of their minds on drugs waiting on the platform next to me. They got on the L train from Union Sq heading into Brooklyn.
I started covertly videotaping them; I waggled my finger in front of the phone screen to give the illusion I was playing Tetris or something instead of videoing. However, after a while, the guy started to give me a dirty look and started whispering to the girls. All I heard him say was a hiss: "she looks like she shops at J. Crew."
There's two things that really get me about these kids:
1. It was February in New York, and they're not wearing jackets or even tights. She's wearing a tank top! Where are their jackets?! These crazy kids are going to catch their death out here!
2. It was only 8:30pm. What kind of even were they on their way to at 8:30pm on a Friday that they had ALREADY taken drugs for? Is there an early bird special at the drug dealer's or something?
I consider filming these kids my finest moment, and I'm so happy to share it with you:
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
The thing I find most horrifying about this is that they apparently have a no-shoes policy. Look at the pile of shoes by the door. The white socks. The one guy holding the bong appears to actually be wearing slippers instead of moccassins.
I absolutely loathe having to take my shoes off inside because I'm afraid of stepping on something sharp. When I was a kid I read a book about the San Fransisco earthquake of 1906, and it said that because the earthquake happened in the early morning while people were still in bed, everyone ran out into the street barefoot and ended up with massive injuries from all the broken glass cutting their feet. This HORRIFIED me beyond belief. Way more than the tragedy of people losing their homes or dying.
One of the most terrifying cinematic moments for me is in Die Hard when Hans Gruber tells his henchman to "shoot the glass" so that John McClane has to walk across the broken glass barefoot. At that point, I basically just want John to give up and let the terrorists win. I've had it.