Facebook chat with my Dad

Jose                                                1:25am
hey hey

Michelle                                         1:25am
hey dad
what do you want for Christmas??

Jose                                               1:25am
go to bed
a happy family :)

Michelle                                        1:26am 
can I find one at target?

"We have given our hearts to machines, and now we are turning into machines"

 This article will make you feel like a social casualty of the digital age. Curse you Facebook.

I'm Probably a Bear

 I know this because I've accidentally gotten pepper in my eye at least three times this month. I feel your pain creepers and bears.

This is not a test

I finally watched Fight Club, I'll admit it kind of blew my mind. What a perfect placement of "Where is My Mind?" by the Pixies. I'd heard it was at the end, but I assumed it came during the credits not at the most stunning and devastating moment in the film.

I don't believe in time

This is how I feel about time. And so should you.

"Now whether there is more than one time appointed for men to rise it mattereth not; for all do not die at once, and this mattereth not; all is as one day with God, and time only is measured unto men."
 --Alma 40:8

      "The time would not pass. Somebody was playing with the clocks, and not only with the electric clocks, but the wind-up kind too. The second hand on my watch would twitch once, and a year would pass, and then it would twitch again."

     "There was nothing I could do about it. As an Earthling, I had to believe what clocks said---and calendars."
--Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse Five

R u o.k. ?

I think your success as a person should be inversely proportional to how many times a complete stranger has come up to you with complete sincerity and asked the question "Are you okay?". Most hurried, self focused Americans (including myself) would trouble to ask this only if a person were teetering on the edge of the Empire state building or bleeding profusely, but even then you would need some hungry orphans at your side to get any sympathy.  Somehow ambling around in my  middle class garb and vehicle, with a blank "I'm day dreaming" expression on my face regularly garners pity from bypassers. Admittedly, the first time this happened, I may actually have appeared a bit pathetic. My freshman year of college I was awakened from my after class bathroom couch nap by the "Are you okay?" question. True, most 20 something janitoresses would've been concerned to find a comatose freshman whilst on their nightly rounds, but really? Who hasn't taken a 3 hour nap in a public place? In a more recent instance I was literally just walking through the mall a few weeks ago when a woman I'd never met stopped me and asked "Are you okay?". When I nodded confusedly she kept on walking. Maybe I'm just lucky enough to live in a world of kind souls and good samaritans or maybe I'm the only one oblivious to just how pitiful I look.