An Issue of Great Importance

Some of the most entertaining conversation I have on a regular basis is found while I'm at work. When I work closing hours I often find myself working in the soft lines (clothing) end of the store with a couple other team members. Generally those who work on that half of the store are women. We start the zone around five and get done between 10 and 11. With five to six hours of time together, as you can imagine, once the conversation gets going it can get pretty entertaining. I have begun to grow concerned, however. Every time we're discussing our favorite celebrity eyecandy when I mention Ryan Gosling I hear at least one "Who is that?" These women will thoroughly discuss Taylor whatshisface from that Twilight blaspheme, but they don't know who Ryan Gosling is?

Now, for the underprivileged, I've added a lovely photo (click it, it gets bigger!) of Mr. Ryan Gosling himself. It's actually a post from Feminist Ryan Gosling, a blog that I discovered this past October and have been checking regularly since. I am literally disappointed whenever I check for something new and find only old posts. The posts all consist of feminist theory (or just plain ole' funny) flashcards adorned with this sexy piece of man chicken. Werewolves and vampires ain't got nothin' on Ryan Gosling. 

Pinning My Day Away

Right now I really should be looking for my wallet. A couple days ago I became suspicious that it may be MIA, and last night it was confirmed. However, I don't have to be at work until five and was really looking forward to relaxing for a good part of the day. So why stress myself out searching for my wallet? I'll do it in a little bit.

I've been working on getting out of bed and relocating to the living room where the Xbox is. Mr. Lappy top has been distracting me. It's noon and I have yet to leave my bed. (Don't mistake this for complaining. It's not.) The first order of business was to catch up on the past weeks worth of Girls With Slingshots comic strips. Next in line - Pinterest. For those of you who may not know of Pinterest, let me tell you it is awesome!  I would explain it, but I really think you must check it out. Simply put, its a site that allows you to categorize and collect the things you love/enjoy/whatever visually in one place. Once I log in I'm usually sitting down for a little while. It's difficult to part with sometimes. I've added a link to Pinterest to the list on the right titled "Places I Frequent."

It's winter break and as usual I have a list of stuff I would like to accomplish, but on days like today I piddle away time on Pinterest without remorse. It has yet to get old or do me wrong so I don't see why I shouldn't waste time pinning. Take a look, peruse around, see what ya think. You never know, you might like it.

Herro Kitteh

I love saying that. Herro Kitteh. It's so much fun. Just rolls right off my tongue. Herro. Kitteh. It's as if it was meant to be mispronounced. Kind of like saying "prollaby." Saying it incorrectly just adds a little bit o' spice to the conversation. Mostly it makes people stop and correct me, either way, it makes me smile.

Which brings me to something that might actually be worth rambling about. Have you ever found yourself listening to a song for the first few times, and as you listen to the words you think, "Holy shit, this is totally written about me/my demeanor/this point in my life?" (I'm not so sure if that sentence is properly punctuated. It looks kind of jacked.) Thats kind of what I found myself thinking as I listened to "Smile" by Eyedea. A main line from the chorus states "I'm fallin', but no matter how hard I hit the ground, I'll still smile." This is the mentality that I would like to think I've had for quite some time. All in all it's the mentality I try to promote. Sure, life gets rough and we all know the negative is much easier to see. However, what a lot of people fail to realize is that a simple smile works endless wonders. I'm not saying fake it. I'm saying on those days where all you feel like doing is frowning, take a pause and ponder for a minute. While you're pondering I can almost guarantee you'll find something worth smiling about. Just use that and smile. You'll be surprised how much that tiny little contraction of the muscles in your face can change. Even on my worst days, I'll still smile.

They say the third time is a charm..

This is the third blog that I've started (and will hopefully finish) since I last posted. I've been so scatter-brained this last month that there's no way I could've tossed a completed, worthy blog into the mix. No way, Jose.  At this very moment I'm still doubting my ability to publish a post worthy of taking the time to read.

I've been thinking lately about the abundance of assholes on this planet. Sure, some days I guess I'm easily included in this category, but I'm talking about those who are on an everyday basis just a complete selfish jerk. They're destroying everything we find value in. Take a look at Christmas, for instance. Don't get me wrong, I'm not religious. However, the holiday season still means spending and cherishing the time spent with friends and family. The corporate nature of our nation has completely beaten this family time to an unrecognizable pulp. Every time I hear a child say, "But mom, if I don't get that Christmas is gonna suck," I wish I wouldn't get fired for poppin' him or her in the mouth. That's obscene. As far as I'm considered, if what you consider to be your family is alive and kickin' during the holiday season it's a pretty damn good time. Now, if you get to actually spend time with them it's even better. I'm thoroughly disgusted with this new holiday mentality and to be quite frank, I'm ready for these days of materialistic vulgarity to be over. Appreciate the small things in life and forget about all the things you can't afford and don't need. For those who are at the top of this corporate monster, I hope karma turns your life upside down.

On a much more pleasant note, I've been killing the creative side of my brain with ridiculous amounts of homework and art-ness that I hope to share with all of you once this week of finals and finishing stuff up is over. I don't want to sound vain, but my self-portrait, kicks ass. Just sayin'.

Oh and I saw the cutest "offensive" jeans today. They were being worn by my friend's nephew. He's two years old and apparently they don't make infant jeans to accommodate babies who might be built different than others (who knew that people weren't identical) because this poor little guy's jeans kept falling down. He'd pull them up, and try to hold them up while he was playing, but those darn jeans would not have it. It was the cutest and is the only time offensive saggy pants are acceptable I've decided.