Remember all those times I’ve posted videos up on here and you’ve clicked through on them because you trusted my impeccable taste in visual entertainment or you wanted to prove how terrible it is by watching the video and hrmphing and ughing in response?
Well, while you did that you were contributing to a study on how music videos get shared and viewed. Blogs and video sites like youtube are the winners:
click on me to read the article!
So in the spirit of continued sharing:
As I started to type the title of this post, I had a flashback to that viral video of that poor little boy going to the dentist and getting recorded afterwords all hopped up on dental drugs.
I can’t help but think that what I’m feeling right now is the same way he’d have felt after those drugs wore off: I’m real again. My core sense of doing and being is back.
I truly think that while I watched all those Olympics in the last 2.5 weeks that my soul and energy was literally being drawn right out of me.
I thought each day ‘Why am I SO tired? Oh well, I can just go veg out and watch the athletic spectacle.’ But now I’m starting to believe that it was just a cycle. I was tired because I could watch TV. If it wasn’t there for me to watch, it’s not like I would have sat there doing nothing, I’d be puttering, walking, talking, cooking, cleaning, etc.
Almost 8 years ago I successfully filled the stereotype and gained the Freshman Fifteen, I wonder if anyone else has gained the Olympic Five?
back again
I know so many of you were torn up on the inside, wishing and hoping and thinking and praying that one day, I’d write again.
Maybe your moments to yourself, or your internal thoughts were characterized like so:
But now… NOW… I have the internet at home again. It’s like I’m a whole person, instead of a little tiny piece of dried apple, mango, or pear.
Thanks internet stick (from an unnamed company because I don’t want want to be an advertiser [It sure as hell aint BELL though *finger up* ] ), you’ve opened me up to whole new realms of productivity.
This video is dedicated to a special lady who, like me, holds a special place in her heart for sickeningly sweet animated videos about love and romance.
where'd you get that fish?
seagulls are like rats in the air. but i am strangely drawn to their awkward, desperate cries.
but sometimes, they don’t cry at all. they just coyly STEAL their treats and get away with it!:
the end.
