Parallaxiom
[par-uh-lak-see-uh m]
noun
1. the apparent displacement of an observed, self-evident truth that requires no proof.
2. an apparent change in an universally accepted principle or rule.
That moment when you realize that your ex ninja-unfriended you on all social media sites.
Twelve years of friendship, eight years of marriage, six months apart… Undone by the stealth application of the Unfriend button.
How do I feel?
At first I was upset. Yeah, it had me bummed.
Then I was like, I can say anything I want on Facebook/Twitter again? Hell yes. I can talk about what fucked up lessons you taught me and all about the new women in my life… fantastic.
Went to bar trivia tonight. Randomly reconnected with an old friend. Really enjoyed the fuck out of it.
Has anyone else noticed that tumblr has been getting rid of pornography and has started banning pornography laden accounts?
I suspect that they have started enforcing their own rules to make themselves more marketable to a potential buyer.
I’m thinking that it’s either Google, Twitter or Facebook. Google is the more likely of the three, seeing as how Facebook is already junior Tumblr-ville and Twitter already has a similar functionality.
Just saying…
A work friend of mine needed a little humor in her life… Thought this would help.
Looking at this picture of myself, I couldn’t help but notice… Once dark brown beard hair is lightening to blonde. Next stop, grey.
I don’t mind, I have a distinguished patch of grey front-and-center up top too.
I’m just wondering how long before I can call myself salt-and-pepper headed.
Hooray, for that moment when going to my sister’s house feels like a trap.
Got bored at work. Decided to write one of my friends a secret note (which we do a lot). Instead of the typical, folded piece of paper hidden under the keyboard, I decided to make a note holder, a vessel for holding secret messages.
For some reason, the idea of a cassette tape got firmly lodged in my brain. From there is was a simple matter of paper/cardboard craft.
I admit, the inside looks awful, but that only because I decided to add a magnetized closure system.
Pretty neat. And, so far, very useful for passing along secret correspondance.
“If they can dye the river green today, why can’t they dye it blue the other 364 days of the year?”
The Fugitive, 1993
(via accidentalaspirations)
I drink like an idiot. I start with the best of intentions, a sip of fine spirits, to take the edge off. Rapidly, and without caution, I quickly fall into drunkenness. The end of my drinking nights are always fuzzy, blackout/breakdown style. The next day (or two) is filled with regret, my head and stomach exercise their right to open rebellion.
So, why do I do it? I don’t know, I’m dumb.
