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From S18E6 of South Park.

Categories: Uncategorized Tags: addiction, alcohol, booze, hypocrisy, satire, south park, vodka

Checklist of Standard Reddit Thread Responses / Upvote and Circlejerk Fodder

[] Yes

[] This

[] Came here to say this

[] Logged in just to upvote this

[] I know this will never be seen but…

[] I found this gem…

[] This will be downvoted to hell/buried but…

[] An upvote for you, good sir

[] You are a gentleman and a scholar

[] You magnificent bastard

[] M’lady / tips fedora

[] Someone give this man reddit gold

[] Edit: Thanks for the gold, kind stranger!

[] Anne Frankly I did nazi that coming

[] That escalated quickly

[] To the top with you!

[] Lost it at ____

[] This is why we can’t have nice things

[] Faith in humanity restored

[] Whoa / mind = blown

[] Manly tears were shed

[] Cutting onions

[] I know that feel, bro

[] Right in the feels

[] Risky click

[] Shots fired

[] Nailed it

[] You. I like you

[] I regret that I only have one upvote to give

[] Tree fiddy

[] Was not disappointed

[] Wait, why do I have you tagged as _______?

[] What did I just read?

[] Da fuq?

[] YOU HAD ONE JOB

[] I can’t fap to this

[] Cakeday

[] What are you doing, stahp

[] For science

[] That’s enough internet for me today

[] Would not bang

[] x/10 would (not) Y

[] What is this I don’t even?

[] How is this WTF?

[] Something about this list.

[] Circlejerk must be leaking

[] Lawyer up, delete facebook, hit the gym

[] Said no one ever

[] I have the weirdest boner right now

[] /thread

[] My first post

[] Edit: wow I can’t believe my top comment is about _______

[] EDIT: Seriously front page? Thanks guys!

[] EDIT: Obligatory front page edit!!!

[] Are you me?

[] No, this is Patrick!

[] Directions unclear – dick stuck in _______

[] I laughed way harder than I should have

[] It’s almost like Reddit is thousands of different people

with thousands of different opinions.

[] Plot twist: _____

[] Step one: be attractive. Step two: don’t be unattractive.

[] Something something broken arms

[] ____ here: can confirm / can confirm: am ____/ etc

[] Something involving sex with “your mom”

[] Mom’s spaghetti

[] Tom Cruise

[] Ghandi (Gandhi*)

[] [________ intensifies]

[] rekt

[] Doctors/Moms/Etc HATE him/her

Reddit stories:

[] Cumbox

[] Cumboxers

[] Jolly Rancher

[] Wednesday, the cat

[] Doritos

[] Colby

[] Broken Arms – Mom jerked him off

Categories: Uncategorized Tags: internet, meme, reddit, redditors, upvote, upvoted

The Struggle is Real.

Categories: things that amuse me Tags: drunk, kayak, SAD, water

I did my research before singing with a so-called “content farm.”

The last thing I wanted, as a person who considers herself a decent writer, is to be exploited by a company with a selfish agenda that doesn’t respect quality writing. That’s what led to me Suite101, a Canadian-based publishing platform that is currently defunct. Suite101 was a moderately pleasant surprise.

You had to apply and submit a writing sample to start writing for them. You had editors. There was a $10 minimum payout. (Better than say, $50, which most writers will never reach.) The general quality of writing was well beyond the awful spew that is at the most well-known content farm, Examiner.com.

The item in the contract that caught my interest the most with Suite101 is that publishing exclusivity rights expired after a year. If you are a publishing company reading this, and you want to know what good writers are looking for in their contracts, take note now.

Because it’s been over year, I can now repost my content wherever I want and make money doing so. Copyright remains with me. The risk-free autonomy that this contract clause provided was amazing.

Suite101 never mislead me into thinking they were something they were not. They were open about how they made money and what the problems there were when ad revenue was down. They had a forum for the writers where they could connect as a community and give each other tips on how to write and increase readership.

It was a mutually beneficial partnership. I built a portfolio. I made some pocket cash. I learned how to use Google Analytics and I learned a lot more about SEO that will no doubt help me in my future writing endeavors.

Suite101, if you are ever coming back and figure out a sustainable business model, I would be happy to write with you again.

Categories: Uncategorized

oh Father, I have never known
disappointment like yours.

the crows that left their feet dented in your drawing board

dive into view as I defy my destiny.

we are reckless because we evolve; we are mortal and motionless and instincts for survival collide at ninety degrees: an instant made solely of broken feathers,

broken glass, and broken blood.

—–

I’ve had this partial poem in medias res stuck in a word document for over 8 years. Like a lot of things in my life, I have no idea how to begin or finish it. So here it is. Something with the potential to come in third place at a poetry reading if only it had a frame.

This is the first time I’m depressed during the summer for no distinct, discernible reason. The variable here is the Seroquel, which is great for the panic disorder, terrible for things like paying attention or enjoying life. Oh, and the being stuck in a poverty trap, because I need to keep my income low to qualify for Medicaid.  ‘Merica.

This is a pretty emotive acoustic piano cover of Brand New’s Jesus Christ:

—-

I’m still an atheist, but I’ve always been fascinated with the cultural power of religious imagery and also as literary archetypes. The doctrines might be bullshit, but stories have staying power for a reason. And that’s the part that interests me. How do you pierce the collective consciousness with your words?

Mary Karr does it pretty damn well in this piece that was obviously about David Foster Wallace:

  I loved so my ghost might inhabit you and you ingest my belief

in your otherwise-only-probable soul. I wonder does your

     death feel like failure to everybody who ever

           loved you as if our collective cpr stopped

too soon, the defib paddles lost charge, the corpse

     punished us by never sitting up. And forgive my conviction

           that every suicide’s an asshole. There is a good reason I am not

God, for I would cruelly smite the self-smitten.

  I just wanted to say ha-ha, despite

           your best efforts you are every second

alive in a hard-gnawing way for all who breathed you deeply in,

     each set of lungs, those rosy implanted wings, pink balloons.

          We sigh you out into air and watch you rise like rain.

We are just interjections, enjambed upon the line breaks of our lives.

Categories: Autobiographical Stories, I arted Tags: depression, jesus christ, mary karr, medication, poem, poetry, religion

According to this little push notification thing on my iPhone that I’ve ignored for 11 days, I’ve been “scandalousmuffin” on wordpress for 6 years. Which means I was a teenager when I started blogging here in 2008.

*Insert platitude about time and aging here.*

I wish I had something wise about blogging and/or getting old to say, but I don’t really have anything. I am still struggling at being an adult, but luckily, thanks to the United States sucking at education and economic regulation, so are a lot of people my age.

Here’s a thing that happened in my life: I recently spent 15 days in the psych ward at Bellevue Hospital. It was a largely boring experience, but I accomplished what I set out to do by checking myself in– which was 1. Get off the sleeping pills; 2. Get on some mood stabilizing meds; 3. start interacting with people again.

The combo of psychotropic drugs I’m on now is far from perfect. It feels like all the negative aspects of being stoned, minus the paranoia. I’ve been meaning to write a full entry or series of entries about the psych ward, but the David Sedaris-y part of my brain isn’t working very well (Lots of parts of my brain aren’t working very well.). And I don’t want to write about a heavy experience like that, unless I can put a lighthearted spin on it. It’s a coping mechanism or something like that. (Also, according to David Foster Wallace, Wittenstein said that the most serious things can only be talk about in the form of jokes, and I’m just pretentious enough to use that as an excuse.)

I’ll elaborate on the circumstances and happenings of the hospital stay later, maybe. Too retarded right now, like literally.

I’m not quite sure how to end this entry. It’s been so long since I’ve blogged, everything moment over the keyboard mostly feels like a shadow of haunting self-guessing if my writing style is too boring or nonlinear or rambly or X. “Am I overusing dependent clauses?” Sigh.

I guess I’ll end it with a “too soon” .jpg of something significant that happened in the news:

Categories: Autobiographical Stories Tags: beavis, bellevue, elliot rodger, psych ward

Rust Cohle has some philosophical overlap with Kanye.

Categories: Viral Things Tags: kanye, Matthew McConaughey, nihilism, Rust Cohle, true detective