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Buy my stuff!




Seriously, buy stuff. Tell your friends. There's not much up now, because the slower I post it, the more facetime I get on the front page, but there's more stuff on the way (and even more that I haven't photographed yet.)

Also feel free to come up with banner ideas for me, or make banners, or whatever. C'mon kids, fun fun fun!
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The internet was made to be an "information superhighway." But the problem is... sometimes I think we're happier when we don't have all sorts of shit flying at us. People are giving me information that is probably incorrect and that I don't care about, and I am doing the same to them. And why? Because we're bored? Probably. The internet has become the world's biggest vessel for "too-much-information". This appeals to nosy people like me who like to learn the details of lives of people they hardly know, when it doesn't affect them in the least. But I think it might slowly be driving me crazy.

So, since my computer is broken anyway, I am going on an inter-diet. I'm going to take all the communities and people I don't know and talk to in real life off of my friends list, and use the internet only for things like looking up maps and other super useful stuff like that. I'll still check my email but I'm only reading it if it contains content from a real live person who I know and enjoy. I may even get on aim occasionally to find real people to hang out with. But I'm not reading any more stupid crap or wasting time in knitting communities or indiefucks or arguing with a bunch of strangers out of sheer boredom.

I'll probably add everyone back later, and I'll stay a member in the communities, I'm just tired of getting caught up in things I don't really care about just because I'm bored.

There's tv for that.


(To clarify: I'm taking off anyone who I haven't met in real life, seen fairly recently, AND hope/intend to see again in the relatively near future. It doesn't mean I don't think you're swell. If you weren't swell I never would've had you on there. And as long as you keep me listed, I will be able to easily find and re-friend-ize you when I'm done detoxing from all my nosiness.)


Oh, and I'm still allowed to read webcomics. Yes. Fuck you. I make the rules.
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read this- you may find it strangely familiar (reedies especially)

first off, let me get this out of the way. i buy stupid books. i KNOW that. and this is from my new stupid "idiosyncrology" book (the art of putting people in catagories and giving the catagories stupid names.)
this is a little blurb near the end. i thought it was amusingly accurate. (though as soon as you catagorize these sorts of people, they will reject the definition...which is sorta the idea. hehh.)

Fauxhemians, Postereors, and IndieLectuals

As defined by Idiosyncrological guidebook The Hipster Handbook, Hipsters are people who possess "tastes, social attitudes, and opinions deemed cool by the cool." However, Hipsters have largely begun to feel uncomfortable in their own skins, given the increased media attention to their demographic. Many Hipsters feel that their irony-laden aesthetic has been capitalized upon by Urban Outfitters and MTV....All in all, most Hipsters feel a bit exposed and vunerable these days. Given the growing amount of Hipster backlash, a new breed of Hipster known as the Postereor (short for Post Stereotype) has begun to emerge. Postereors all dress like Hipsters, listen to indie music, smoke Parliaments, join kitschy cover bands, and complain that Ugg boots are totally over. But when asked whether or notn they're Hipsters, Posterors become bellierent and inform you that they most certainly are not. Postereors also says things like "Care Bear T-Shirts are hot" but are sure to follow this up with a pointed "and I'm not being kitschy" to distinguish themselves from Hipsters.

IndieLectuals are never fond of being called Hipsters either. They believe that Hipsters are spoiled trendy brats, whereas they're individuals who are blessed with exquisite taste. Unlike fashion-obsessed Postereors, IndieLectuals throw out 90 percent of their overtly trendy attire (CHIPs sunglasses, seventies-style ski vests) to distance themselves from Hipster culture. Nevertheless, they maintain a touch of Hipster flair by holding onto their Chuck Taylors or by choosing a disheveled hairstyle. This ensure that they won't be confused with your average square or working stuff should they step into a franchise restaurant by mistake. Like Hipsters, IndieLectuals possess ironic senses of humor and have a natural aversion to Tom Hanks. They are flush with knowledge on everything indie and can discern if something has become passe weeks before anyone else. Nevertheless, IndiLectuals insist they're neither hip nor trendy. "The scene" has gotten really lame these days, they attest. So who has the time to bother?




haha. yeah i think i'm probably the second one. i'll admit it.
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there's no reason for me not to do this and plenty of reason for me to...so from now on, this journal is friends only. if you're not on my friends list but would like to be, please comment here, chances are i'll add you.
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I'd like everyone to know that Stevo's in the bathroom, pouring hydrogen peroxide on himself and yelling "Burn, baby, burn...DISCO INFERNO!"