raindrop303:

contraplebicism:

I don’t see what the big deal is about Toluca Lake is. I drive past there every day; it’s kind of boring and there’s a Bob’s Big Boy. Not even, like, a haunted Bob’s Big Boy of despair and regret. It’s just a diner. Their biscuits and gravy are pretty good.

No I’m not even kidding. Google it, it’s right outside Burbank in socal.

Toluca Lake is real?

hand to god, man. it’s hardly even a lake - more like a water hazard for the nearby golf course (“Lakeside Golf Course”, no less D:) that someone decided to name. the only disfigured monstrosities you’re likely to see are really bad nose jobs.

I don’t see what the big deal is about Toluca Lake is. I drive past there every day; it’s kind of boring and there’s a Bob’s Big Boy. Not even, like, a haunted Bob’s Big Boy of despair and regret. It’s just a diner. Their biscuits and gravy are pretty good.

No I’m not even kidding. Google it, it’s right outside Burbank in socal.

motherjones:

kateoplis:

“Here are some broad descriptions about the generation known as Millennials: They’re narcissistic. They’re lazy. They’re coddled. They’re even a bit delusional.

Those aren’t just unfounded negative stereotypes about 80 million Americans born roughly between 1980 and 2000. They’re backed up by a decade of sociological research. The National Institutes of Health found that for people in their 20s, Narcissistic Personality Disorder is three times as high than the generation that’s 65 or older. In 1992, 80 percent of people under 23 wanted to one day have a job with greater responsibility; ten years later, 60 percent did. Millennials received so many participation trophies growing up that 40 percent of them think they should be promoted every two years – regardless of performance. They’re so hopeful about the future you might think they hadn’t heard of something called the Great Recession.”

The Me Generation

Well, they’re right about the “save us all” part, anyway.

KIDS THESE DAYS: WHY WON’T THEY STAY OFF TIME’S LAWN?

A Game of Thrones is George RR Martin’s Masturbation Aide and You Know It.

Terry Pratchett’s Persistent Mugging is Fucking Tiresome and You Know It.

Reading Robert Heinlein Makes You a Shittier Person and You Know It.

If You Like Ender’s Game You Might Be a Crypto-Facist and You Know It.

No One Gives a Tinker’s Damn About Isaac Asimov Anymore and You Know It.

Harry Potter is Classist Trash and You Know It.

The Hunger Games Does Not Make Any Salient Points That Weren’t Made By Fucking Logan’s Run of All Things and You Know It.

Avatar the Last Airbender is Fairly Overrated and You Know It.

oh and I nearly forgot

Andrew Hussie Cannot Pace a Story for Shit and You Know It

omg u guys. lord of the rings, you guys.

like, what’s your totes faves part of LOTR? the one where he talks at length how the not-Indians have reverted to savagery under the auspices of the literal fucking embodiment of evil in the world ever since the not-English were forced to withdraw by the collapse of their empire? 

or that one time where he pines for the domination of the serfs (oops I mean noble upright yeomen farmers) by absentee landlords in Arnor?

or the whole weird undertone of having a perfect fucking race of literally immortal beings who are better at literally goddamn everything than the mortal races and we are not supposed to loathe their guts for ditching on middle earth the very instant their tea stopped coming out perfect. “alas my earl grey is a touch oversteeped. this presages the rise of the necromancer in dol guldur or some shit. laterzzzzzz *fucks off to the havens*” motherfucker get back here and put your pointy-eared ass to some good use by helping us KILL THIS SHITHEAD. or leave. that’s cool too. dick.

or how the Two Towers is 50% filler. no seriously, tell us more about the entmoot, a gathering of creatures you designed from the ground up to be ponderous and time consuming. please. I’m riveted.

man, personally I have to go with how everyone has to sing awful overwrought songs about fucking everything. especially when it’s Samwise “literally (LITERALLY) a walking caricature of the buffoonish servile working class” Gamgee doing the singing. or when Tom Bombadil shows up and everyone makes a big deal about how that particular manchild can’t be fucking bothered to actually do anything but creep everyone out by fawning over his housebound wife.

no wait, strike that. my favorite part is tolkein’s inclusion of the Easterlings - a not-Arab/ Persian people who are, no shit, CONGENITALLY EVIL save for the influence of this one maiar dipstick who will get mentioned like once. *sotto voce* notracist

oooh no no wait. how about the fact that the author is one of those luddite motherfuckers who is perfectly okay with the common person being a subsistence farmer enthralled to nobility as long as it means he doesn’t have to look at gross icky urbanization. not that he blames the underclasses for their working conditions or anything. it’s strictly a coincidence that he made Isengard into an industrialized hellhole surrounded by an encampment of literal (LITERAL) subhuman barbarians.

no but seriously, the One Ring = the Bomb; hobbits = british people; the nations of Men simultaneously = the British Empire AND America; Mordor = Russia; Isengard = Western Communists; Elves = the French; Dwarves = the Germans. I don’t give a good god damn what his estate says, that’s my story and I’m sticking to it.

nah I’m just playin, I dig the Manic Street Preachers because I too was once 13 and remember what it was like to be full of helpless indignation instead of sullen cynicism.

see also Rage Against the Machine and to a drastically lesser and much more ironic extent Linkin Park. shut up don’t judge me.

I’m not sure what I like most about the Manic Street Preachers: the angry high schooler politics, the needless larding up of their songs with five dollar words, the fact that they’re mushmouthed geeks from like fucking Wales or some other sodden hellhole so you can’t actually understand them half the time, or the fact that the only worthwhile member of the band died and left somewhere in the neighborhood of seven useless dweebs behind to continue recording in his absence.

I have nothing but the utmost respect for anyone that can put words to paper and reread them and not immediately set the whole mess on fire and throw it out the fucking window.

this is why I suck at writing - because revisiting what I’ve written actually causes distress.

if someone wanted me to sum up what Portland is like, I’d have to point them to a piece of art I saw on a sandwich board outside a coffee shop once - a guy in a hoodie standing in the rain, smoking and drinking coffee. that dude is probably listening to either this song or some shit by Colin Meloy. fuck that dude anyway.

spend two and a half hours writing - get less than five pages written. most of that will probably be thrown out. fuuuuuuuckk