Just found out I am “missing” an “event” tonight for “influential Vancouver bloggers”…
…hosted by Hotmail.
Nothing like returning to Day 2 of a party in progress to pick up the purse you forgot (!) and finding out you had apparently been walking around NUDE the night before.
On the upside, at least I met the girl whose phone number is written on my boob. (No homo.)
This is deeply troubling to me as a member of society. Like, profoundly worrisome. I may need stronger drugs.
(J/K! I always need stronger drugs.)
Seconded. Except I’m 36.
I unlearned this at an even older age, it wasn’t hard. But type whatever way you like! Don’t listen to lectures. These design-freak campaigns against double-spacing, caps and Comic Sans are so anal!
Now, when it comes to annoyingisms like contrived slang (“sammies”), lolspeak meets 2007ish Gawkspeak (“teh olds,” “oh noes”), widely copied in-jargon (“In which I…”), faux-nerdy tweeisms (“the Intertubes”) and, you know, blogger tics like, um, putting periods after. every. word. to show seething frustration (or, “Really, Evan? Are you really going to put two spaces after a period?”), making every word in a sentence a different link (not going to bother showing that one in action), spelling “goddammit” with an ‘n’, “evarrrr,” “leurve,” and the dreaded “effing” — Chris Mohney once did an awesome roundup of blogger cliches on Gawker — it’s high time you all got your act together.
I wonder how many of these double space after a period stalwarts would lecture you that they buy Apple products because ‘good design matters.’
Reblogged for the utterly hilarious assumption that somehow 31 is the new “I’m too old to change.” Somebody has obviously slipped some top-notch hallucinogen into your juice box, sonny. My 41-year-old ass is gonna go sit with my fellow double-space-after-period-unlearner “Pappy” Feld, sip on that Special Reserve prune juice I’ve been saving, and snort some fat lines of crushed up Geritol.
Kaila Hale-Stern, “Keep Your Hands Off My 67-Cent Cigarettes” (via: the Awl)
People expecting sympathy for their complaints on their cancer delivery system are pretty hilermo.
Why the fuck did you bother going to TIFF then, glib, unfunny person who just wasted my time, shat on my nation’s superb film offerings (while happily accepting our hospitality), and pissed me off, all in the same sentence? Have some fucking manners.
I close your tab and I close it with disgust, madam!