Sunday, January 27, 2013

If you can't say something nice...

Truly, words to live by. Gay dads rule.

(Yes, I'm assuming the dad is gay. Show me a "straight" dad who gives this advice, and I'll show you the definition of "down-low.")

Taylor Lautner can wear as many glasses as he wants

 

Imprint on this, Jacob.

 

Saturday, January 26, 2013

The world needs more Twitter poetry

Thankfully, there's @pentametron.

 

Saturday, January 5, 2013

Facebook's recommendations get weirder on a daily basis

Trust me, Facebook Overlords, I most definitely would NOT be interested in "liking" Mormon.org. At least there's a bit of a silver lining here. Clearly, Facebook's ability to glean information from my account is lacking. Please, sell my profile to the Latter Day Saints. The more money they spend on that will be less money they have to spend on stripping me of my rights.

Friday, January 4, 2013

What was wrong with me 10 years ago? Or a kinder, more spiritual Todd X. existed?


Picture 2003. Bush II was President. The country was still reeling from 9/11. And I lived in the Pacific Northwest. In less than two years' time, I would be in San Francisco, trying to distinguish the Tenderloin from the Marina (really, is there any fundamental difference?), and making a new life in this foggy town.

But, we're still in 2003 for now. And this was something I wrote (or stole! please let me know if this looks plagiarized) and which I just rediscovered while digging through a random folder. 

I ask again, "What was wrong with me?" Had I been watching too much Babylon 5 or Oprah? Had the grey skies of Seattle played a trick on me? It's a very haunting place that PNW. Perhaps the whales and the mountains cast a spell on me. Blame magic, voodoo, or S.A.D. Whatever the cause, it's horrifying.




































Still, after reading this article in the Atlantic today, I have to say that my "starstuff" drivel may have some basis in reality. "Baby, you're a star" takes on a whole new meaning, huh?

Nevertheless, this Todd X. is history and this is a New Year! Put out that candle and get off my lawn. I just want to hear about snark and sarcasm and caffeine addiction and wine. You know, the important stuff. I guess if you absolutely can't stop yourself, you can share a small modicum of your enlightened consciousness--if you must. I can only promise that I'll be sincere in my insincerity.

But, after reading these again, I do have to say, there really will never be a flame quite like me again.

Flame on!

Tuesday, January 1, 2013

Happy New Year, America

I think this says it all. I can't believe America made it 2013 years! Thankfully, in the hands of our youth, I'm positive it will endure another 2013 years at least.