Saturday, January 21, 2012

How Much Is Much Too Much?

Hey remember when I talk about nonsensical things that vaguely refer to pop culture and have no real importance concerning politics, the environment, or human emotions? Well...this is not that post. But it kind of still is because...hey, I can only get so deep. THAT'S WHAT HE SAID.

Oh god...I've already gone awry.

Ok my previous post I told you about a mommyblogger site (yes I read mommyblogger sites, 2 in fact. And 1) yes, I know I'm not of the maternal-spit-a-7-pound-human-out-of-my-hoohah persuasion and 2) my racy In Your Face (lolz) Shenanigans does not lend itself to what one might think is common ground for said Mother types. But to that I say NAY! fellow internet goer(s). We're all people reaching out to other people. I'm not sure what that means but hopefully it makes my point.

Jesus, I really got off track there. SO, one of the mommyblogger sites I read is and I go there for the reassurance that I could in fact be a mother one day because this beezy finds the same hilarious things about tiny humans that I find hilarious, like how adorably stupid they are, and how they're just like tiny drunk frat boys in that they vomit constantly, can't walk a straight line if they're bah bah depended on it, and that they will never call you back the next day. They've got hand-eye coordination to master before that goes down. I really like this lady. She makes me high five my computer on a fairly consistent basis, costing a lot in computer repair but simultaneously making it totally worth it.

She's going through a trial separation in her seemingly perfect marriage with her seemingly perfect husband. She has a history of mental illness and recently posted about suicidal thoughts while having full overseeing responsibility of her children, while her husband stays elsewhere. How the hell do I know all of this? Because she wrote about it. So did her husband in his own blog. Why I care is another issue altogether but it brings me to a very important question that I just can't get out of my much information is too goddamn much information? I really like this woman's musings but now I'm thinking about the safety of her kids? That's weird. And just super duper the most inappropriate thing ever since I will never meet this woman.

It's weird to think that someone's blog can launch them into the kind of life that celebrities have in terms of paparazzi and invasion of privacy and all that gobblety gook. But in all honesty, they are the ones who put themselves out there... to be loved, to be judged, to be worshiped, and to be hated.

I guess I just want people to be aware that whether it's livejournal or blogger or 9gag or facebook posts, people do in fact watch you, what you do, who you are, what you say and they WILL have an opinion about it. It seems so safe because we do it from our own homes and it feels like only our group of friends will be the ones that care enough to read or watch or reply, but that's just bootsy. Everyone has access to those thoughts and feelings and potentially embarrassing fuck ups if it's on the internet. At least until SOPA shuts our shit down. Ugh...then we'll have to actually interface with each other. And I for one, am really not looking forward to that. Human connection? BARF SAUCE.

Speaking of too much information here's a picture of me naked:

                                                (Awwww gone done it again!)

Of course I didn't post a picture of me naked. What the hells the matter with you?


Friday, January 6, 2012

The Obligatory New Years Post??

Oh hey look it's a new year. Cooooool.

If you can't hear my lackluster feelings towards the true meaning of "New Year" beating the bee juices out of you well...I just...I can't help you.

But then I think "cmon Brittni, are you saying this because you really don't believe the beginning of a new year is a metaphorical fresh start for those who want to better their lives in the coming months, OR are you just lazy as shit and know you have no intention of regimenting any sort of behavior that is deemed "unsanitary" or "harmful to children" or "better for your health in the long run." And the answer is...the second one.

Here's the thing. I kind of really like where I'm at in life. I don't hate my body, I like all my friends, my boyfriend is a really bitchin nerd mate and I want to make sweet sweet love to my job. So I kind of just want to give a big middle Flight of the Conchords bird to this New Year, that wants me to want to change all my shit up.

                                              (yeah. Screw You, New Years Resopooption)

Don't get me wrong, I'm SUPER excited to continue living and breathing and wasting most of my time on the internet, but now I don't have the added pressure of accomplishing a goal I'm fairly sure I'll fail at miserably in the coming year and then be super bummed at my inability to accomplish what some would deem the most menial of tasks. general.

I do however have a new theme for this year, and that is:

Nerd Out With Your Turd Out

(I tried to find a picture that went along with that new stellar catchphrase but surprisingly the internet has not prepped for such levels of awesome and we all know how good I am at Paint. Hence, here we are, reading in Italics.)

It's my take on Rock Out With Your Cock Out,  but ...not as any way.

You can take it, though. Consider it my New Years gift to you. AND NO RE-GIFTING. Also no refunds.

                     (I wanna be the blog that has the most pictures of old people being awesome)

Now here's your real gift. I feel like I put you through a pretty crappy post, as I tend to do most of the time, but if there's one I'm hands down put your cake to the ground GOOD at it...

is BOOK RECOMMENDATIONS (yelled like a dinosaauuuuuurrrrr)!!!!

What I've read recently that is totally legit:

1. First Meetings in Ender's Universe by Orson Scott Card (you have to have read AT LEAST Ender's Game, and I recommend every book in the series thereafter, in order to read this one. I mean, no one from the CIA is going to scale down on ropes and fishline your throat off, but I still highly advise it.)

2. Fray by Joss Whedon (a graphic novel. And it may or may not be a graphic novel set in the future based on Buffy but it's a new slayer in a crazy ass version of New York and...I think I may have revealed too much about my personal interests.)

3. The Word For World is Forest by Ursula K Le Guin (Think Avatar, but more settling-in-the-center-of-your-soul-esque)

Here's to making 2012 as much like 2011 as humanly possible. Woooooooooo!