somebody made a last.fm account with my email and listened to chamillionaire, brotha lynch hung, yelawolf and some other shit. saved him from his own taste in music by reclaiming his account and wiping my email from his profile
I’ve mentioned it a little but my uncle died. Not really my uncle, he’s my dad’s mom’s brother, so that would make him my grampa-in-law, or my great uncle or my uncle once removed or something. We just knew him as our uncle and that worked out. He did tons or research on our family history and I’ve learned more about my weird last name in the past two days going through his research than I think has ever been even mentioned to me, even in earnest, before.
I’m not exactly weeping over the loss, we all knew it was coming. He smoked for decades as did his sister and mother. They both died of emphysema, he must have been the lucky one to survive long enough to lose almost complete lung functionality. The doctors said afterwards that his lungs were almost literally gone. Not joking in the least. There’s no worse time for “I told you so” but no amount of forewarning could have somehow made him better. He’s been dying for four years now.
I regret not spending more time with him. He made a successful lifelong career as a newspaper editor, which always fascinated me. When he could still hold his breath long and well enough to hold a conversation, we talked about the media, writing, what an editor was…I wanted to know so much more and never took the time to even go visit him. It was too hard. I tried to continue our discussions over email but he would insist that we meet in person, despite his near total inability to breathe, let alone discuss his career. It was hard to see him struggling with his condition. I’m really the most guilty over his insistence that we talk in person. He genuinely wanted to talk; to speak without being distracted and interrupted by his oxygen machines. My biggest regret is that I realized this — we all did, I think. I hope. We knew that he was desperately lonely and felt trapped by his breathing problems and we avoided him. For his health. As if we knew what was best for him, what he needed. That was only really best for us.
I went through this with my great grandmother too. I couldn’t visit her in her last days. I hardly held together enough to attend her funeral. I wanted to avoid seeing her weak and dying so that I might remember her in better health. Us kids always groaned when we went to visit her, and when I knew I needed to see her one last time, I couldn’t do it. My hair has always been curly, just like hers. That was our little thing, something special only she and I shared. I got my hair from her, she always said.
My uncle never really had kids, I don’t think. I never remembered a wife or even a girlfriend ever being in the picture. Just him, visiting over the holidays. We were his cousins, his kids, his grandkids. Maybe. Maybe he didn’t want any of his own. Maybe he couldn’t have ever had any. I don’t know for sure, because we left him alone. He was the one we said we’d always go visit, we’ll stop by some time, we’ll give you a call. We never did. We couldn’t; it was for the best. Best for whom, I’m not sure, but we never lost any sleep over it while he was still with us.
Look, it’s the holidays. Whomever you spend yours with, whether you adore or despise them, whether you see too much of them or not enough, whether you know too much about them or hardly anything at all, do the best you can with the time you’ve got. Don’t go against your conscience. It knows best, even when you don’t want to do what you know you should do. Love as you are loved, and don’t be embarrassed or ashamed of it. Be appreciative of anyone that cares about you, because so many more people would hardly give us the time of day. Open yourself to others and everything they carry with them, you could change someone for the better. Be considerate. Be nice. Be pleasant. Even if it isn’t your nature, tis the season, so give it a shot. No matter what you celebrate, who you are, or who you’re with, each moment is a gift — a gift that isn’t guaranteed for the next year. Every moment you forget that is a moment you’ll regret later.
Im fat as hell and this tv has kicked my ass for eight hours straight because it only works well enough to give me hope that there is some sort of user error instead of all my problems being the tv’s fault. And im pisses as heck about it all
shopping for cattylala is fun and i hope she likes the things i got her. she said i was really hard to shop for and i am, mostly cause i hate nice things cause i’m dumb. what do you buy a guy whose greatest aspiration in life is to live in a shipping container. i sure as hell don’t know, godspeed cattykins. i dont doubt that i will love it. its hard to convince her that i will so lemme just go on record to say: i love you and whatever it is you’re bringing with you for our afterchristmas christmas fun!!! okay! okay.
i’m trying to make myself stay and work so i can make up all the days i missed cause of finals and because i’m not limited to the hours i can work (usually i’m limited to 20hr/wk) but i really really want to go home and be with my fambly. this sucks
lightning bolt is really good on their studio albums but this blows away the album version of dracula mountain by like a million fucking points. this is a band composed of nothing but a drummer and a bassist and they’re about as loud and powerful as three bands put together, and that only gets worse when they’re playing live.
i played this last night and audrey was about to lose her mind over it and i was too so hey listen to it. this is probably the best piece of audio i have ever or will ever post to my tumblr. it’s called Dracula Mountain, that should be all you need to convince you to listen.
p.s. if you don’t like it at first, stick it out for about 4 minutes and you probably won’t regret it
"I’m raising my son so that he’ll be a good husband to his wife and a good father to his children."
Said by a woman in my social welfare class. It made me feel angry and annoyed that she assumes her son is going to grow up heterosexual and that he will want to get married and have children. It also made me feel like my asexuality had been ignored and erased. (via microaggressions)
Hey, yeah you, complainer, check this out. Maybe this woman’s kid is like two years old. Maybe this woman grew up with an abusive father and is terrified of men and now has to raise a child fearing that somehow in 20+ years she might make the mistake of not preventing another repeat of the same. Maybe this woman wants her child to grow up to be successful and happy and encapsulates that within her own modest beliefs of what success and happiness are — because as much as you’d like to blow it so far out of proportion that it eclipses the fucking sun, a happy cis family with 1.7 average children per household is actually not a whole fucking lot to ask for out of life.
Maybe, holy shit, this lady’s aspirations for her child are in no way related to you or your life whatsoever, and you’re desperately re-purposing your world as something that only exists for your experiential pleasure, like a psychopath or something. I don’t mean to reduce your personal beliefs or identity but maybe it isn’t any of your goddamn business.
WHY WILL NO ONE CONSIDER ME AND MY FEELINGS!! Why, no, I don’t feel obligated to consider others’ feelings before my own, why do you ask?
Yeah, microaggressions, I’mma let you do your thang, but we’re done aight.
“What I really want to do is be in the forefront of game development once again myself, probably working on a smaller project with even younger developers. Or I might be interested in making something that I can make myself, by myself. Something really small.”—
Shigeru Miyamoto, in an interview with Wired. Miyamoto said he’s been telling his staff he plans to “retire” from his current executive position, in the interest of returning to smaller projects — still at Nintendo. He said he is going to start a project next year.
If this really ends up happening, this is kind of bomb. I know his intuition and polish help all the company’s games and whatever, but I’m really interested in seeing more personal projects from the weirdo who thought up Donkey Kong. I’ve always thought it was kind of a shame that he ended up an executive.
Lest we forget that this is roughly the same reason why Inafune left Capcom, and though Inafune never promised to be working on something within a year’s time, he did express interest in doing more work in actual development. Executive positions suck if you’re a developer at heart. Let somebody else do it.