I wear a lot of different hats. I don’t have a specific job per se, but I do sit in front of a computer all day for about 70% of it.
So just in case anyone was wondering, my roommate sits in front a computer whilst wear a variety of headwear doing non-specific things (presumably involving the aforementioned headwear, though).
We live in strange times.
We also live in strange places: each in a universe of our own. The people with whom we populate our universes are the shadows of whole other universes intersecting with our own. Being able to glance out into this bewildering complexity of infinite recursion and say things like, “Oh, hi, Ed! Nice tan. How’s Carol?” involves a great deal of filtering skill for which all conscious entities have eventually to develop a capacity in order to protect themselves from the contemplation of the chaos through which they seethe and tumble. So give your kid a break, okay?Douglas Adams, practical parenting in a fractally demented universe (via cuntwaffless)
Another summer movie that succeeded by not pretending to be more than it was. And what it was was a saving the world movie where the ability that put humanity over the top was not our ability to survive at any cost, our intelligence, our breeding power, or our common cold virus, but rather our ability to form strong interpersonal relationships of all kinds: friend to friend, parent to child, lover to lover, and sibling to sibling (to sibling, even). Also it had a giant robot cutting a giant monster in half with a sword, in space. If you think Pacific Rim was a bad movie, you are not allowed in my house.Pacific Rim, according to Mary Sue’s summer movie wrap-up (via beximilian)