Here's A Quote
For some reason, this struck me as awesome for being a really obvious idea that we never think about:
"...when we watch a scary movie, we get scared, and when we watch porn we get turned on. We cry when someone dies in a movie. Our brain cannot tell the difference between what’s simulated and what’s real, because this distinction didn’t exist in the Stone Age."
Speaking of human stupidity... I have these beautiful retro juice glasses I bought in Portland. One of them had random gunk in the bottom of the glass, and I didn't use it for ages because no matter how hard I scrubbed, I couldn't get it off. It skeezed me out, so I let it sit on top of my microwave for almost a year, collecting dust.
This weekend, I got a new rice cooker (thanks mom), and decided to put it on the microwave. Making room, I decided to clean the glass one more time, scrubbed it, and saw that the gunk seemed to be getting worse. With a little investigating, I discovered the unthinkable...
There was no gunk.
I was scraping the hell out of the glass with the scrubber, permanently leaving scratch marks in the bottom of the glass.
In summation, I'm a fucking idiot. But at least I can use my glass now. And TPTB rewarded me by allowing me to find a pristine fiestaware mug for sixty nine motherfucking cents.
Also, my hair is crazy short right now.
"...when we watch a scary movie, we get scared, and when we watch porn we get turned on. We cry when someone dies in a movie. Our brain cannot tell the difference between what’s simulated and what’s real, because this distinction didn’t exist in the Stone Age."
Speaking of human stupidity... I have these beautiful retro juice glasses I bought in Portland. One of them had random gunk in the bottom of the glass, and I didn't use it for ages because no matter how hard I scrubbed, I couldn't get it off. It skeezed me out, so I let it sit on top of my microwave for almost a year, collecting dust.
This weekend, I got a new rice cooker (thanks mom), and decided to put it on the microwave. Making room, I decided to clean the glass one more time, scrubbed it, and saw that the gunk seemed to be getting worse. With a little investigating, I discovered the unthinkable...
There was no gunk.
I was scraping the hell out of the glass with the scrubber, permanently leaving scratch marks in the bottom of the glass.
In summation, I'm a fucking idiot. But at least I can use my glass now. And TPTB rewarded me by allowing me to find a pristine fiestaware mug for sixty nine motherfucking cents.
Also, my hair is crazy short right now.