The White Wall
You prefer a clean canvas, yet find not a one,
So clean an old canvas, but make the task fun.
You don’t have a preference to clean or unclean
Paint over with white and set your new scene.
I still don’t even believe it.
Opi(e)nions
As much as I love Matt Stone & Trey Parker’s satirical brilliance, I fucking hate the ginger genocide episode. Never before that episode aired had I heard the word “Ginger” & now that they popularized the term here in the US, everyone says it to me all the time, including other redheads. It’s not offensive, but it’s annoying. In addition, using our small minority of phenotype as an example of misguided prejudice in an overall attempt to thpwart such ignorance, they inadvertently influenced the generally-held public attitude (if there is such a thing) not that we were regarded in any significant manner prior to this as far as I know. And I liked it that way. I liked not having a universal nickname, and being a little more of an individual at first glance. This is almost nothing compared to any other group that has experienced being categorized, but it IS something. It’s like the few of us that still remained under the radar that redheads like Carrot-Top SOARED beyond were suddenly dragged into the light that had already been shed upon any number of other groups. But we, as TP & MS illustrated in detail, don’t like sunlight, for we are quite the pale, freckly bunch, which makes such an abrupt, illuminated exposure even funnier than that of our less-pasty counterparts. Which is not only hilarious, it is also tremendously inclusive of them. I feel like now that we’re a part of the fun, we should be able to also act pissed about it without sounding pretentious to everyone. Furthermore, the “gingers do have souls” broncos fan YouTube sensational video was just… embarassing. That’s just an example of a hotheaded, uneducated kid who happens to have red hair & a YouTube account. He knocked us down harder than South Park ever could have even if they wanted to. UGH. That’s all for now. Not that I give a shit.
Meet Jessica Williams, the newest member of The Best F#@king News Team Ever. She made her Daily Show debut last night, and if you missed it, you can watch it right here.
MA GURRLLLL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And my heart was so warm!
This is me. Last night. Haha. Dopeness.
I’ll remember this forevar.
(via msjwilly)
Southern California’s weather is tooo nice.
If I woke up in the morning every morning, which I don’t, I’m sure it would be splendid and beautiful outside because I live in SoCal. Maybe a little frigid at times, but usually bright and sunny all day, usually breezy and partly-to-not cloudy. What kind of an environment is this to raise a child of my pale-as-fuckness? I was in the sun so much during the improvisashathon that my nose is still peeling. Who knew I needed sunblock to improvise? Not that I give a shit, but I’m probably gonna have some sort of melanoma at some point in the future, and I should probably start wearing more sunblock or move to Seattle where ghost-whiteys like myself are a little more meant to be. Not that I give a shit.
I figure if there’s anywhere to post this, it’s here. In before hipster, sweet tats bro, & u mean “inb4?” Not that I give a shit.
We are all just like our parents.
Like anyone who has parents (sorry orphans), I have had plenty of time to take a good, long look at the people that raised me- and I can say this with certainty: I am exactly like them. Not either one on their own, but them as an entity… I have the exact same amount of chromosomes from each of them, me being a male, and I was raised by both of them equally, so I’m a perfectly blended Dale&Rolla smoothie with a ginger shot added for flavor. :p Not that I give a shit that I totally do things that they do on the reg- In fact, It’s funny to me and it surprises me each time. It also leads me to a greater understanding of myself as a person, & them as people, and it makes me love them more. That’s all.
Beyonce` had her baby recently.
We’re interested in Beyonce having her baby because by seeing her perform on our televisions, she becomes a part of our lives as much as any singer we might see perform live as many times as we have seen Beyonce` in a commercial or YouTube vid or what have you. Crosby Schoeller is the new child of both my Improv Coach and her husband, whom I have seen perform in Old Milwaukee several dozens of times. I care as much about their baby as I do about Beyonce’s new bundle of joy, which isn’t not alot. I’ve seen them each perform probably as often as the other, and each being a part of my semi-consistent life interactions, I consider them equally. I used them as an example because I don’t attend that many other live performances of anything, not that I give a shit.
