Being “Tumblr Famous” would imply that Tumblr would have to first itself be famous enough for me to be famous on it. But if that were to happen, I imagine it’d be nice. I could see myself posting up my most awkward personal thoughts, and everyone under the sun getting a good read if they really cared enough about it. Actually, in order to become Tumblr famous, two things need to happen.
1.) People use Tumblr.
2.) I get famous, independently of the site itself.
As these two things will probably never happen, safe to say that I can continue posting my opinionated bullshit without worry as to who reads what. Personally, I’d only want the kind of attention "Prancing Michael Cera" gets, as opposed to the type where folks can be mean to you which is, like, the rest of the Internet.
Day 25: Someone You’d Like to Be For a Day, and Why
I want to be someone that is extremely charismatic and can make a persuasive argument about anything. To be able to truly wield the power of language and fashion myself out of a believable distorted reality would make for a wonderful asset, I feel, and to just have it for a day would be a nice way to try something on for size. I could cover up every single one of my flaws, and appear superhuman to everyone that knows me. To make myself great…that would be something.
Day 26: Five Things Within Touching Distance Right Now
1. This laptop.
2. The footstool it is placed on.
3. The chair I am sitting in.
4. The floor.
5. A box of LEGO bricks, and a LEGO truck inside.
Day 27: Name and Shame - Someone that makes you cringe
It takes a lot to make me uncomfortable, but there are certain unnamed people that I really hate running into in the hallways at ICC. I purposely go the extra mile to avoid them, avoid eye contact, and act like they don’t exist. If you’re going to hurt me like that, why should I even acknowledge your existence in a reality that, for all I know, is but a construct being projected for a brain in a vat.
Day 28: An Embarassing Situation You’ve Found Yourself In
Every day is full of awkward situations, occasional self-doubt, and a lot of hate and depression. But embarrassment? I feel shame, but rarely embarrassment. So I will leave this up to the reader’s imagination. It was probably horrible, and I probably thought some pretty terrible things about myself after it, but I don’t even remember what it was. Quite frankly, one could constitute shyness as a form of embarassment, the way I look away from other people and try to shut them out with just an awkward smile.
Day 29: Something You’re Not Proud Of
Everythigng about myself. From appearance to mannerisms to the fact that sometimes, people won’t talk to me for ages. They won’t text or anything, but they’ll talk to my other friends, as if they’re trying to shut me out. It’s enough that I spend most of my time ashamed of my very existence for one reason or another; I don’t like it much when other people chime in.
Dating websites are shit, and only get you hooked up with psychopaths and other desperate people in most cases. Creates a whole new meaning to “Out of your league”, because you were several leagues above that person.
Day 22: Post something from your last IM conversation blah blah blah.
Maranda: “wanna help me find gay dating sites so we can stop being single?”
Me: “Well actually, I think OkCupid is free and allows for that.”
(Side note, I’m not gay.)
Day 23: Five things you want to change.
1. I want to create a weather machine that will forever render the Midwest in a perpetual beautiful fall day.
2. I want to eliminate every STD known to man, as an excuse to sleep around more.
3. I want to bottle fame, brew glory, and even put a stopper in death. And maybe produce some kind of pheromone that makes me irresistible to everyone.
4. Compile a vegan cookbook and forever change the way people eat, for the better.
5. Start my own federated anarchistic society with a resource-based economy, and a heavy emphasis on health, learning, and individuality. This is the least likely to happen out of the other five, but I’d love to see a real-world working example of what is detailed by the Venus Project.
I keep falling behind on this and making up for lost time. But then again, mashed-together posts are sometimes interesting. Let’s dooo eet.
Day 18: To do list.
-Get domain name credentials for loserslike.us
-Back up server data, move over to new domain
-Tweak alll of the automatic shit I have set up for Facebook and Twitter.
-Tweak the LLU Twitter bot so that it no longer copies every damned thing we say (terrible idea, IMO)
-Submit our podcast to iTunes Podcast directory (we were initially holding out until the domain switch), and also the Zune Marketplace
-Start working on an implementation of that mockup I made of what I kind of want the site to be like.
Day 19: a picture of myself without makeup.
Every picture of me is without makeup. Wot.
Day 20: Best sexual experience ever / your sex life or lack thereof.
Gonna make this really short since this is really kind of personal, but when Rie took my virginity. Possibly one of the greatest evenings ever, the best I ever had, and that night was wonderfully romantic and full of great emotions. I don’t really sleep around a whole lot (although I guess, from a guy’s perspective, I wouldn’t turn down hot casual sex on a regular basis with someone I like?), but as a human being I find myself to be extremely sexually driven. I guess you could say that I’ve been…interested in someone to just have casual sex with? But I’m not really sure how to go about that, or how you even ask someone to be a fuckbuddy, so I’m just not going to worry about it. Whatever happens, happens.
Day 21: Press ctrl +v and post
"ppa:kubuntu-ppa/experimental", it was a line I was putting into something for my computer to test out an experimental version of a desktop shell I like called KDE. A lot of you probably don’t understand a good chunk of what I said. It’s okay.
One time, I went over to Nichole Frye’s party, and got so trashed that I vomited on her rug and passed out in it. Before that, I managed to drink all of the good alcohol. I woke up covered in what I initially thought was shit, and had a freak-out moment as I could not bring myself to remember the night before. For all I knew, something disgusting and kinky could have gone down, and I had no recollection of it.
Day 17: Regrets.
I have too many to list them all, but for those of you reading out there who know who you are in your relation to me, I regret several things. I regret waiting. I regret pushing you aside when I decided to think with my dick. I regret not talking when I should have been talking more. I regret being a flake. I regret letting you slip into the friendship role when I should have pulled you in closer. I just wish I could go back in time and fix that.
So I got really behind for a few days. Shame on me for having a life!
So, let’s try and play catch up again in a mega-post.
Talk about something you’re currently worried about.
Finals. Just getting all my assignments in, keeping everything sorted out. Getting good grades. I still have to put a scrapbook together, but because we’re all snowed in today, this is going to be one of those things I put together the night before it’s due. But I’m awesome like that, so whatever. I also need to finish my research paper on Capture Theory for business class, as well as my take-home test. Gah, so much to focus on. I just want to get decent enough grades so that the government will keep paying for my schooling.
Name one person on Tumblr you’d throw off a cliff, one you’d marry, and one you’d shag.
This sounds like a differently-phrased version of one of my favorite games to play at Wal-Mart, “Kill, Bang, Marry.”
How would I put this without sounding like a dickwad, a pervert, or a guy with no grasp on reality? Hmm.
I guess we’ll start with the cliff thing. Assuming there was a trampoline or something at the bottom, I’d throw Camdyn down there. Just because.
As for marrying, I dunno. I guess Jen isn’t too crazy.
And as for shag, probably Alexis. Can’t help it, she’s a milf and I am a filthy human being. :D
Tell us something disgusting you can do.
Well, I’m lactose intolerant, so sometimes when I drink milk or have too much dairy, I fart every time I take a step. It’s really embarrassing, and I keep trying to find ways to hide it.
How about some lyrics that pertain to your current mood?
"And you only live forever in the lights you make / When we were young we used to say /That you only hear the music when your heart begins to break /Now we are the kids from yesterday." - My Chemical Romance, “The Kids From Yesterday”, Danger Days: The True Lives of the Fabulous Killjoys
I’m quite frankly a terrible liar. I can only ever get away with the most basic casual lies, such as “Did you do your homework?”. Usually, when I try and fake someone out, I know that they’ll inevitably find out. It’s really shaped my policy of being honest. Do I exaggerate a lot? Oh, absolutely. You better believe it. But do I tell anything beyond the occasional white lie? I can’t. I am physically incapable of pulling it off.
Day 11: Would you rather be stranded on a desert island for 10 years with someone you love, or with 12 people you hate for a month? Keep in mind that you have to survive. Discuss.
I’ll take the 10 years, thanks. I wouldn’t have to work for anything beyond survival, and I’d be with someone that I would enjoy spending time with everyday.