Hi. I'm looking at you right now and you know what I'm thinking? I'm thinking you should read/look/listen at what I post and maybe also add a few more minutes to that cardio workout...I may be a little out of line recommending that you read/look/listen to what I post, but seriously, trust me on the cardio thing... necessarycommentary@gmail.com
I think a lot of people are interested with the future. Not like “future future”, just ” the future” you know, roughly 50 to a 100 years from today. I’m sure we all have questions as to what that future society will be like…
What most concerns me, is how we as a society today will be displayed in the re-enactment settlements of the future. I’m talking about the places that whisk you back to simpler times and show you how people used to live. The place where people are forced to act in character from the era they are depicting, while you pass through with wide eyed wonderment.
What will this be like in the future?
I assume future school children will laugh at our odd clothing selections (i’m talking to you ugg boots) and our rudimentary technology (laptops and smartphones). I can almost hear the children of tomorrow mocking me and my non-hovering vehicle. Thinking this makes me sad. But then I imagine that STDs will run rampant and that the english language as we know will be reduced to a mere shadow of what it once was and this makes me feel much better.
I hate the children of the future, much like the children of the past hate me.
If that title doesn’t explain what I’m going to talk about, then I don’t know what will.
Side note: I can think of two reasons why you wouldn’t know what I’m talking about. Firstly, you might not be able to read english. Common mistake, I’ll let it slide. My second guess is that you are blind, you accidently stumbled onto a computer, did your best Ray Charles/Stevie Wonder impression, and somehow ended up on this site. I applaud your endeavor (although you’ll never know)
…It’s getting colder in my neck of the woods and I have one important question. How am I suppose to wear a freaking scarf? Let me clarify, how am I supposed to wear a scarf where it doesn’t look like I’m chocking myself?
Keep in mind I used to sport a starter jacket and sweatpants until, like yesterday. I figure approaching 24 I’d putt on a little more sophistication, and I’m assuming I can start with a black scarf. I just don’t want to look like a hipster or a like I’m trekking through the sahara. So tell me, how am I supposed to wear a scarf?
My god. Can weekends go by any faster? Seriously now, I blinked and that shit was over. Oh well. My favorite part of the weekend is Sunday-F%$&ing-morning. Why? because of brunch. I love brunch and brunch loves me. Eggs/homefries/bacon are three of the greatest things ever to be teamed together. If this sounds like hyperbole, it isn’t, you’re just too retarded to realize that its actually an understatement.
If you don’t eat brunch on Sunday, you should feel incomplete, like you wasted your entire weekend. I mean sure, you could have cleaned your room, discovered a new star system, and successfully picked up a complete stranger, but brunch is the glue that brings that stuff altogether. No one wants to hear about your accomplishments at Sunday dinner. In case you’re on the fence, did I forget to mention greyhounds and screwdrivers?
Sunday is for brunchers.
Vermont Travel Brochure > Stephanie Meyer
Cereal Nutrition Facts > Dan Brown
I lose respect for a person when they tell me they think either Meyer or Brown -God forbid, both- are two of the greatest writers they’ve ever had the pleasure of reading. This clearly says a lot about you as a person.
I’m not here to bash what they’ve written, actually, I thought Angel’s and Demon’s was pretty decent. I’m actually here to bash you. Because when you sit there and launch into a soliloquy about how well versed you are in literature and start to name drop these two writers as your favorites, this is where I am forced to interject by knocking myself out with a frying pan.
When I come to, I’d ask what your favorite movie is, but I have a feeling I already know.
Look at the damn picture. I took that shit myself. Damn.
I should probably add a comment box. I’ll get to work on that as soon as I’m done basking in my F$%^ing narsty DIGITAL camera skills. HAHAHAHA.
Oh dear, I’m much more drunk than the previous post…
Man, I don’t know what I should write about with this first post. I mean this post should probably say something about me, right? What I like. What I don’t like. F#%$ that.
So, I’ll just head over to Wikipedia and random article search and talk about the first thing that comes up…
Correlation Clustering?…What the F$%&? The last time I saw an actual equation was in college stats. Whatever, I totally C’d that class.
OK, here’s the truth. It’s Friday night. I’m in my room alone sitting on my newly assembled IKEA bed -the bed in which I completely disregarded the instruction manuals suggestion that I not build this alone- drunk as a newly divorce. The idea behind this blog, er umm tumblr, is that I like to write. Hell, I even like to read what I write.
There really won’t be an rules to this baby. It’ll be a mix bag of things that cross my mind. I’ll start meaningless traditions and maybe even share random pictures I take with my camera.
Welcome to my tumblr. Leave your shoes at the door or I will end you :)
Enjoy.
-Timoteo
