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I've typed four things out and deleted them. I'll condense the rambling since apparently I separate every idea with periods and then with long, vaguely punctuated sentences because I've read too many quacking Chuck Palahniuk books. So. Basically. I want to say that even though I mostly post in Now Playing Dos, I'm very happy to be here. Even though I haven't met any of you because I was too nervous to come to brunch this year or last because I didn't have any special food to bring: I feel comfortable here. This is lame (I was going to say "probably lame", but, it's lame, I promise), but being virtually surrounded by people that consume themselves with music is comforting as all hell. Even if that's not what the conversation is about, knowing that a deep-seated love and desire for music is the pretext for everything and anything is comforting. Even though the festival is over, it doesn't feel that way, and I have no desire to leave this community. I probably won't talk on here that frequently outside of posting what I'm listening to, but that is conversation enough sometimes. Okay. Wrapping up. Ehh. Nah. It's over. Quack desirable conclusions.
You got a fist-bump waiting for you whenever you feel comfortable accepting it.
I've typed four things out and deleted them. I'll condense the rambling since apparently I separate every idea with periods and then with long, vaguely punctuated sentences because I've read too many quacking Chuck Palahniuk books. So. Basically. I want to say that even though I mostly post in Now Playing Dos, I'm very happy to be here. Even though I haven't met any of you because I was too nervous to come to brunch this year or last because I didn't have any special food to bring: I feel comfortable here. This is lame (I was going to say "probably lame", but, it's lame, I promise), but being virtually surrounded by people that consume themselves with music is comforting as all hell. Even if that's not what the conversation is about, knowing that a deep-seated love and desire for music is the pretext for everything and anything is comforting. Even though the festival is over, it doesn't feel that way, and I have no desire to leave this community. I probably won't talk on here that frequently outside of posting what I'm listening to, but that is conversation enough sometimes. Okay. Wrapping up. Ehh. Nah. It's over. Quack desirable conclusions.
This is not lame at all. I have so many warm, gushy feelings about this place and the people on here that I haven't even thought of a way to single everyone out in the "celebration of you" thread. NOT being able to stay at brunch this year made me really sad.
I've typed four things out and deleted them. I'll condense the rambling since apparently I separate every idea with periods and then with long, vaguely punctuated sentences because I've read too many quacking Chuck Palahniuk books. So. Basically. I want to say that even though I mostly post in Now Playing Dos, I'm very happy to be here. Even though I haven't met any of you because I was too nervous to come to brunch this year or last because I didn't have any special food to bring: I feel comfortable here. This is lame (I was going to say "probably lame", but, it's lame, I promise), but being virtually surrounded by people that consume themselves with music is comforting as all hell. Even if that's not what the conversation is about, knowing that a deep-seated love and desire for music is the pretext for everything and anything is comforting. Even though the festival is over, it doesn't feel that way, and I have no desire to leave this community. I probably won't talk on here that frequently outside of posting what I'm listening to, but that is conversation enough sometimes. Okay. Wrapping up. Ehh. Nah. It's over. Quack desirable conclusions.
I second this, couldn't say it much better my self! My first roo but I feel like I left a part of me at the farm
Why do people feel the need to tell you how smart they are? Telling me how you are above average intelligence doesn't change my opinion of you. Doesn't make you any less of an asshole, sir.
Why do people feel the need to tell you how smart they are? Telling me how you are above average intelligence doesn't change my opinion of you. Doesn't make you any less of an asshole, sir.
I don't even like other people saying anything about my intelligence. I feel douchey by proxy.
Why do people feel the need to tell you how smart they are? Telling me how you are above average intelligence doesn't change my opinion of you. Doesn't make you any less of an asshole, sir.
Doing apparently amoral shiz and then disappointing your particularly moral and sensitive friends who you care about a lot, makes me feel similarly to when I do something I think is innocuous like riding a city bus and then people yell homophobic or racial slurs at me: I'm neither homosexual nor Jewish nor bothered by being referred to as either, but it's still a weird feeling, you know? On another note, why are people so comfortable bringing up to someone they don't know that they're Jewish? I don't get that at all. I apply myself to no religion, but I've been assumed to be Jewish casually in conversation more times than I can even remember. By strangers. It's very odd. I hope this doesn't offend anyone and I'm not even looking for an answer (see thread title). But. Seriously. It's weird as shiz.
Why do people feel the need to tell you how smart they are? Telling me how you are above average intelligence doesn't change my opinion of you. Doesn't make you any less of an asshole, sir.
I don't even like other people saying anything about my intelligence. I feel douchey by proxy.
Doing apparently amoral shiz and then disappointing your particularly moral and sensitive friends who you care about a lot, makes me feel similarly to when I do something I think is innocuous like riding a city bus and then people yell homophobic or racial slurs at me: I'm neither homosexual nor Jewish nor bothered by being referred to as either, but it's still a weird feeling, you know? On another note, why are people so comfortable bringing up to someone they don't know that they're Jewish? I don't get that at all. I apply myself to no religion, but I've been assumed to be Jewish casually in conversation more times than I can even remember. By strangers. It's very odd. I hope this doesn't offend anyone and I'm not even looking for an answer (see thread title). But. Seriously. It's weird as shiz.
Doing apparently amoral shiz and then disappointing your particularly moral and sensitive friends who you care about a lot, makes me feel similarly to when I do something I think is innocuous like riding a city bus and then people yell homophobic or racial slurs at me: I'm neither homosexual nor Jewish nor bothered by being referred to as either, but it's still a weird feeling, you know? On another note, why are people so comfortable bringing up to someone they don't know that they're Jewish? I don't get that at all. I apply myself to no religion, but I've been assumed to be Jewish casually in conversation more times than I can even remember. By strangers. It's very odd. I hope this doesn't offend anyone and I'm not even looking for an answer (see thread title). But. Seriously. It's weird as shiz.
I've had people assume that I'm Jewish. It's weirder when someone asks and then apologizes profusely for it. Like they've offended you deeply.
Post by Son of a Beek on Aug 2, 2014 1:39:48 GMT -5
"The experience and emotions tied to listening to Kid A are like witnessing the stillborn birth of a child while simultaneously having the opportunity to see her play in the afterlife on Imax"
Realizing I've listened to Lolla streams, Run The Jewels and Spoon all day is awesome, especially when the first random lyric that comes into my mind is Pusha's callback "I'm so bossy b*tch get off me."
I never post in here because I can never remember to get online while drinking. But here I am. Yes it's a little early but it's been a crazy day. I'm slightly intoxicated (feeling good) and texting the hottest guy alive and fellow inforoo'er. So there's that.
sooooooooo......... i contemplated pulling over on the freeway to pee on my way home, i feel like that's a sign that i should've have been driving in the first place. but i'm home now, so it's all good. but yea, i gotta stop that shit.
am i the only one who things the new TMNT movie looks terrible? because it does. it looks terrible. and i love the ninja turtles.
I'm kind of amazed that you even know about any movies concerning turtles of the ninja.
Rafael in the tub...when he's hurt? That's good movie tears.
Hey now. I've seen some movies. Not many. But I'm down with the TMNT.
Also, last night was a train wreck. I need an adult in my life to ground me and take my phone away when I've been drinking. I went from ok, buzzed, having a good time straight to emotional dumpster fire with no notice. What the fuck.... I haven't been a drunk emotional dumpster fire in a loooooong time. I don't like it.
Walking home with this lovely girl I've been doing the business with consistently and she twisted her ankle so I asked her if she wanted to piggy back our way back to my house. She laughed and agreed. We walked for a while and all was well. I was drunk, but not as drunk as I could have been after a night of sneaking people's drinks and dancing around in front of people who were essentially strangers in their living room. Haha, I just remembered after they played Fancy for the third fucking time I switched out the mp3 players and put on When A Fire Starts To Burn and got four more people to start dancing. Then Latch came on. Then after I walked away this dude followed suit and switched them out to his and put Favorite Song by Chance on and we immediately became friends. Anyway. Fucking a.
This is basically a digression of a story where I lose balance, face plant in the dirt and inadvertently toss a girl into the grass.
Walking home with this lovely girl I've been doing the business with consistently and she twisted her ankle so I asked her if she wanted to piggy back our way back to my house. She laughed and agreed. We walked for a while and all was well. I was drunk, but not as drunk as I could have been after a night of sneaking people's drinks and dancing around in front of people who were essentially strangers in their living room. Haha, I just remembered after they played Fancy for the third fucking time I switched out the mp3 players and put on When A Fire Starts To Burn and got four more people to start dancing. Then Latch came on. Then after I walked away this dude followed suit and switched them out to his and put Favorite Song by Chance on and we immediately became friends. Anyway. Fucking a.
This is basically a digression of a story where I lose balance, face plant in the dirt and inadvertently toss a girl into the grass.
Everything about this is awesome. Hope you and your lady friend are both doing well.