If a tumblr falls in the forest, and no followers are there to reblog it, does it make a sound?
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Mainly a collection of quotes and stuff I like, with occasional interludes of my bitterness 'n' straight-up mentally ill thots. No identifying details. You don't know me.
I realized what my problem with Judd Apatow is, and I have to “share.” To clarify, I do actually sort of love him despite having all the normal feminist issues with his work. But here is another thing: it’s not enough for him to stick his wife and his children (and all his friends) into all his movies. In “Funny People,” he actually started inserting footage from his own life. Like, that video of his older daughter singing the song from Cats? That was real. I read that somewhere. To me, it’s just BIZARRE and beyond Obama-calling-out-Malia’s-low-grade-on-some-test levels of awkward parenting. Like, how about you let your daughter’s private childhood moments belong to her and not to everyone? Also, it’s your life. Just because it’s all emotional and resonant for you, it doesn’t mean it’s universal. Screenwriting is not the same as Apatow-emo-dumping. Well, it kind of is, in practice, but I don’t want it to be! And the same goes for all that vintage Adam Sandler footage at the beginning of the movie. I half-loved it, because OMG young Adam Sandler, but I also just hated that Judd was like, “*cackles* My life is, on its own, interesting enough to be a movie! I don’t have to adapt a thing! I was friends with Adam Sandler when he was young and now look at us!”
I don’t know why I’m writing this now and not when I saw the movie over the summer, but anyway. I think back then I was all about supporting Apatow’s pursuit of serious filmmaking.
Two months or so behind on tumblr, ~2000 posts on Google Reader, 14 hours on Twitter…bring it.
Firefox asked me if I wanted to upgrade and the options were yes, “Not Now,” and “Never.” I clicked never because that’s just the kind of place I’m in right now, and it’s what Angela from The Office would have said.
So w/r/t that link I just posted: I’m currently cycling back to that recurring fear that I’m just never going to “make it.” I just don’t have the confidence. I’m pretty smart and I’m pretty nice, but maybe that’s it for me. I’m not talking about finding a job; that’s a whole different ball of wax which I also happen to have zero confidence about. I just don’t think I’m ever going to be successful. Not everyone is successful, and that’s ok. There’s no point getting all upset about this now. The more pressing battle is actually finding that first job. And anyway, the economy’s kind of thrown it into relief, but here is my worry: what’s to become of people like me? Sorta smart, sorta funny, sorta nice people who got straight A’s in high school so they could get into a good college and then diligently did internships so they could get a good job and then found that all this “hard work” (which wasn’t actually that hard) counts for exactly shit and you’re probably never going to be happy anyway but hey didn’t a teacher once tell you she thought you had that killer instinct? Where did that go? I just don’t know why I’m here. Basically, I’ve been feeling pretty low.
Page 134 of this week’s People magazine (the sexiest man alive issue): Jon Hamm and Fabio have the same face. Well, blow me down! It is true!
Also, Johnny Depp? Noooo. Shouldn’t Robert Pattinson have had this locked down? Considering not only timing, publicity-wise, but also the incontrovertible fact that he is a male Megan Fox total sexyface?
