Gary Busey, on skydiving. Alright, similes. You’ve had a good run. Time to hang it up. Can’t be topped.
(via kevin)
I found a bottle of Children’s Bubble Gum Flavor Liquid Ibuprofen in the cabinet and it brought back a whole bunch of memories from my childhood, so I took a swig (for old times’ sake) and then I looked at the expiration date and realized that it was LITERALLY from my childhood.
But I interrupt. I’m sorry, Massive Purple Cloudbeast— you were saying?
“SO CINDY I WAS WONDERING IF MAYBE YOU WANTED TO GO OUT THIS SATURDAYYHGLRBLGBLDURRRR”
I don’t know, popular-internet-picture-of-the-moment. That’s a pretty friggin’ nice desk.
Minors - Toro y Moi
“Chillwave” is a pretty accurate name for a genre when it comes down to it.
I didn’t know anything about this band so I wiki’d it and it turns out it’s one guy and then I read this:
Bundick was born on November 7, 1986 in Columbia, South Carolina and attended Ridgeview High School where he formed well-known Columbia indie rock band, The Heist and the Accomplice, with three schoolmates.
And then I freaked out because I TOTALLY SAW THOSE GUYS at a free Cat’s Cradle show that I remember nothing about like three years ago and WOW. These little connections and coincidences actually really freak me out. More than they should, which is “not at all”. Like genuinely scare me.
I read this article and synapses were fired and I remembered an event I have not thought about in years.
In the summer of 2006, I flew out to Portland by myself to stay with relatives for a couple of weeks. All things considered, it was a pretty great trip, but I was just a little too young to truly appreciate the experience or basically do anything other than be ungracious. Which I was.
At one point I was meeting my aunt’s neighbor and I was just beside myself because this guy seemed like the coolest person alive. He read comics! He did computer things! Of course twelve-year-old me would adopt this guy as my role model! (For reference, I spent the rest of that trip listening to Lemon Demon and— oh, jeez, am I really going to admit this?— posting my writing on the Megatokyo forums. My avatar was a Jhonen Vasquez drawing I colored in Paint. I was quite possibly the Worst Child Alive.)So at one point I asked my new hero what he did for a living, and he told me that he was a “Windows guru” and I was just floored. A guru? Like, Mr. Miyagi? How much of a badass do you have to be to get the job title guru? What the hell kind of test is there to become a “Windows guru”? Do you have to face off against Bill Gates in his private dojo, armed with those bamboo sword things that I would know the name of if I were still twelve years old? I guess it’s Steve Ballmer, these days. Probably more of a challenge. Wait, isn’t guru Hindi in origin? Maybe I’m thinking of sensei. “Windows sensei”. Now that is something I would put on a business card.
Anyway, I realize now that this guy was less of a rock star computer god and more of an unemployed nerd. Which means that a little piece of twelve-year-old me just died.
But not enough, dammit.

What?
I just…I don’t understand.
What?
Caleb was a supernice guy over email and even nicer in the write-up, displayed best in his willingness to indulge the silly “blogger” fantasy I rattled on way too long about a while ago. Overall, it’s just a really really nice piece. Super-complimentary.
I was very self-conscious in answering the questions. I went back and rewrote some of my answers multiple times. I made sure not to repeat words or personal mannerisms. I tried really hard not to seem pretentious or self-centered. I over-thought it, really. But this was the first time I’ve done anything like this and I WASN’T GONNA MESS IT UP.
It’s been a (relatively) wild couple of days, and Mocktopus is getting more attention than it ever has before. I don’t know if the spike in views is going to drop off (much) or if this is my “big break,” but I can’t really complain either way. Tomorrow’s an update day, so we’ll see how many of those initial views come back! SUSPENSE!
I drew this for a friend who’s having a birthday, but it is all kinds of ridiculous so I might as well post it here as well.
Context: he sent me a Google Wave invite.

Graze - Animal Collective
I don’t have a blog post for this. The truth of the matter is that I have been listening to the last two minutes of this song over and over and I think I am just about ready to run away and join a carnival.