Packing in The Pop Culture

Hot damn.

Perturbed Pooches

My favorite Far Side cartoon ever:

These antsy little critters roam the streets of New York in multitudes. Though, if they're not in the streets, they're more than likely stuffed into some socialite's purse.

Brian Helps Me with Computers

I love my friend Brian. I've been impatiently awaiting his next visit to New York (even though he visited less than two weeks ago) so that we can make with the fun. In the meantime, we keep in touch by talking on gchat every day. Here is a glimpse into one of our average conversations:

Brian: that's the "pipe" key
for the straight line
hold shift
me: Wha?
Brian: hit backslash
me: ?
Brian: seriously.
hold shift and hit backslash.
me: What's backlash?
OHHHHHH
BackSLASH
Brian: YES
hahahahahaha
me: I thought you meant like "emotional backlash"
Brian: hold shift and hit that feminist book by susan faluddi
me: AHAHAHAHAHAhahaha
That's the funniest thing you've ever said
Brian: hahahaha
thank god for gmail saving chats


Hee.

Oy to The World

This picture does a remarkable job of summarizing my feelings towards Christmas these days:


As I type this, there is an enormous Christmas concert taking place outside my window in the street. Maybe if I were naive or a child again, I would gobble it up with glee. At this point in my life though, Christmas is ugly to me. It's just an excuse for people to consume more useless crap and force enthusiasm about something that at the heart of it all, no one really believes in. As an atheist, I cringe upon hearing all the shmaltzy Jesus songs. Something else that makes me cringe is if you mention your ire for the holidays to people, often your opinion is met with snarls of hatred and disapproval. It's considered treason by some to loathe the holidays. In some people's eyes, hating the holidays is as bad as kicking a kitten in the stomach. I think what I'm most upset about is how cynical I've become. There was a time when I could get it up for a rousing rendition of "Jingle Bells". Now though, I sit with a furrowed brow at my desk miserably typing away with earplugs stuffed in my head to drown out the sound of merriment that's streaming in through my window. Well, as a wise-man once said, "Bah Humbug."