Also, I love the “if I’m not between a 3 and 7 on the emotional scale, I’m crying.” I feel the same way. Crying is cathartic for me, and that can really work against me. I’ve been in situations with bosses especially where I’m being chastised for some reason or another and I can’t help it, the tears leak out. And then the bosses are all, “you’re not helping yourself by crying/I’m not going to be more sympathetic because you’re crying” etc. etc., and I’m all “DO YOU THINK I WANT TO BE CRYING RIGHT NOW. I HATE MYSELF.” Which causes me, of course, to cry more.
IMDB.com now has an exclusive promo for the second half of The Walking Dead Season 2. From the promo it seems that there will be a lot more action than the first 7 episodes. Also, it looks likes Rick’s son Carl will finally shoot something.
“Damn if feels good to be a Lannister Damn it feels good to be a Lannister A real high class lord wears a lion crest a real high class lord makin love to his twin cuz real high class lords choose incest”
Every year, I consider turning off facebook for my birthday.
Don’t get me wrong—I’m a social media junkie. I am also a huge narcissist, which probably has a lot to do with my dependence on social media. I crave the little red numbers. I live for them.
But the etiquette of the birthday message drives me bananas. I always appreciate it, but more often than not I scratch my head at it—I haven’t talked to you since high school, we worked together for two months in the summer of ‘09, who are you again…?
Believe me, I practice what I preach. The general rule is, if I don’t have a means or a will to say it to you in person, you ain’t getting a birthday wallpost. Either that or I’m trying to make you like me
Every year I leave my facebook on, because a few of my friends write genuine and/or funny birthday posts. Also the aforementioned narcissism.
Here’s to you, friends and acquaintances of my past and present. Let’s celebrate this nothing birthday (22!) with rituals of social media we all define differently!
Also if you’re in the Ohio State campus area, come out and celebrate with me!
To paraphrase Ray Rice, “there are 60 minutes in a football game, not 20 seconds.”
Despite all the hilarious “Cundiff is Einhorn/Finkle” jokes, despite how heartbreaking it is to lose that way, the man helped us win a hell of a lot more games than he helped us lose. Besides, his mistake deprived us of a chance to win the game—not a guarantee to do so.
We played so well yesterday. How many teams can say they made it (and won at least once!) to the playoffs four years in a row, let alone with a rookie QB and head coach? Love you Flacco, love you Harbaugh, love you Pitta, love you Dickson, love you Rice. Love to all the defenders, love even to the offensive line (or lack thereof). Evans, I’m lukewarm about you after that drop and this season—but I could come around. Cundiff—ah, you need to step your game up next year, but if we keep you, I think you could be back to the 2010-2011 season form, no problem.
Ed Reed—if you’re leaving us this year, know that you were the best safety to play this game.
Ray Lewis—you’re still in playing shape to get another ring. I have faith in you.
I bleed purple. I have to mourn for the next two weeks, but then I’ll be rooting for the Giants in my lucky purple Ravens sweatshirt.
