Glass Half Full
Glass Half Full turned 4 today! Happy Birthday email from the folks at Tumblr.
What a nice gesture. Skipping the cake though, we’re all too fat here.

Glass Half Full turned 4 today! Happy Birthday email from the folks at Tumblr.

What a nice gesture. Skipping the cake though, we’re all too fat here.

Dr. Who fans are having a moment.

Dr. Who fans are having a moment.

A milk jug from Easter Island.

A milk jug from Easter Island.

Sadly, I no longer have the hair for this, and never thought of it back when I did.

Sadly, I no longer have the hair for this, and never thought of it back when I did.

Well, that sucks.

I had to buy a new vacuum cleaner, for the usual reason you have to buy a new vacuum cleaner. The old one died.

It wasn’t that old, we figure abut 7 years, but the guy at the repair shop said it had a short somewhere in the electrical and the only way to fix it was to keep replacing parts and see if that does the trick, but there’d be no guarantee and it would only take a couple of parts before the cost would be higher than the machine was worth.

So, sayonara, old vacuum cleaner. You are sucking in the wrong way now.

Hello, new vacuum cleaner. We spent twice as much on this one as we spent on the last one. It’s, like, the Mercedes Benz of vacuum cleaners. I was seduced by the fact that the damned thing is like, whisper-quiet. On the box they show some guy vacuuming blissfully while the lady of the house takes a smiling nap right on the couch, just three feet away. Oh, yeah. I’ll even be able to hear the phone ring while I’m vacuuming, not that I’ll actually answer it. It’ll just be some guy trying to sell me something, and I already have this whisper-quiet Mercedes Benz of a vacuum cleaner, so I’m not really needing anything else at the moment, thank you very much.

Except an iPad. I think I need one of those now.

not quite there yet

I have a friend on Facebook who posts in the neighborhood of twenty inspirational quotes a day. I would block him but he lost his wife a few months ago and he is grieving and  trying to find his way and they’re not all treacly or horrible, so I’m just….scrolling through them. Naturally, I end up reading some of them, because you just can’t help it. This one, I found fault with.

The fact that you know longer feel the need to impress anyone can be good for your own mental health, but no longer seeking the approval of your fellow humans doesn’t mean you’ve suddenly become so awesome that the people you are no longer trying to impress are missing something by not being impressed with you. It’s healthy up to a point not to need the approval of others, but complete detachment from the give and take of relationships implies not maturity, but a decision to resist any future growth. This quote fails the Hitler test: put a picture of Hitler on the meme, imagine him saying it, and see if it still sounds like a good idea.

theonion:

The Onion Reviews ‘Dawn of the Planet of the Apes’ 

A masterpiece of fair and balanced reviewing.

Yeah, dude.

Yeah, dude.

..and the President of the University STILL won’t pick up my trash.

..and the President of the University STILL won’t pick up my trash.

Murder as Spectator Sport

When someone dies on Game of Thrones, my reaction falls into one of these three categories:

1. It’s about time.

2. Oh, no!

3. Who the hell was that again?