Side note: I looooves that cat picture.
This was terrific and completely fascinating, and it now becomes even more fascinating as the actual insane girl shows up right there up above in the comments section, AAAAAAHHHHH!!!
I don't understand! Why can't people just vote for Bill DiBlasio? You'd think Christine Quinn was the only one running so far, given the joyous reaction I keep hearing over Anthony Weiner. Anthony Weiner is kind of a dingus.
And if a sex-scandal-plagued politician were to rise from the grave to run for office again, why can't it be Eliot Spitzer? I'd gladly take him over Anthony Weiner any day.
@happymisanthrope While I can understand why a graduate degree in a liberal arts field could be problematic (especially if you're trying to go into academia), I kinda feel like people exaggerate when they trash talk liberal arts on the undergraduate level. I have a BA in creative writing, and I've never found it a hindrance on the job market, ever. If anything, it's helpful because it's the sort of degree that's flexible, not too specific, and suggests the possession of decent language and communication skills, which tend to be among the most useful skills a person can have in the workplace, in a really broad variety of fields. Being able to send out an email to colleagues without it sounding like incoherent spam is a talent that's always in demand!
I still haven't gotten around to properly watching the video, but the song itself is honestly my favorite thing I've ever heard out of Justin Timberlake. I think it's mostly perfect, light and frothy and kinda old-schoolish; really the only complaint I have is Jay-Z, who feels like dead weight here.
"This path you're on doesn't lead to dairy farming in Argentina. It leads to you at home with your parents, more depressed than ever."
When you're right, you're RIGHT. Of the people I've known who've had that same existential crisis as everybody else during college, and responded to it not by trucking through but by dropping out of college to pursue a glittering new unconventional path, absolutely none of them ended up dairy farming in Argentina (or the equivalent). They all ended up either living at home with their parents, or something equally bleak. And if they did have some interesting equivalent of dairy farming in Argentina going on, it lasted mayyyyyybe a couple of months until they ran out of money, and then the bleakness started.
Seriously, just get that degree. Whatever path you take afterwards is up to you, but by then at the very least, you'll have a college degree in case things don't go the way you'd hoped!
(Also, for LW2: have you ever considered........not signing up for morning classes? Just take afternoon/evening classes! Easy! Problem solved!)
I don't know, man, high school was a cakewalk compared to kindergarten. Kindergarten still haunts me with Vietnam-style flashbacks.
This post is the direct cause of me going across the street to Pret a Manger an hour ago, buying a cheddar and tomato sandwich, and eating it. Along with a strawberry lemonade (which is surprisingly outstanding!).
My friend made me go see this with her on Saturday night, and I inhaled a huge thing of peanut M&Ms and fell asleep for awhile (the good thing about 3D glasses is no one has to know when you're asleep!). Then afterwards, on the way out of the theater, I overheard a guy saying to his friends, "In that 45 minutes when I was passed out, I don't think I missed a damn thing!"
I mean, it was a pleasant enough movie. But GOOD LORD, why do these things have to be 3 hours?? 3 HOURS! Good god, man!
"Laaaaaaaast Christmas/I gave you my heart/But the very next day/You gave it awaaaay..." Wait, that's not the song we're talking about??