I've been writing online before the term "blog" was created, at the age of 12 - which means I have been sharing tidbits of my life for a little over half my life. I've played with each toy as they've reached their peak, and eventually their decline (Godspeed Geocities and ICQ)... but after seven years, I come back to you LiveJournal.
Out of all my portals, LiveJournal is the prime venue for writing articles. As a pop culture enthusiast, I've been frustrated with the lack the space to share my thoughts on latest technologies, summer blockbusters, and recent events....
And so, Cheap Propaganda, I'm bringing you back from the dead.
Advice of the Day: If you're going to survive all of Canada Day festivities, make sure you have a day off sometime between the day before and the day after. Me? I just won't do all festivities... (but boy, I wish I watched the fireworks.) Your quote of the day is brought to your by the Beatles: "Though I know I'll never lose affection for people and things that went before - I know I'll often stop and think about them in my life... I love you more."
- Mood:a little weird
- Music:The Beatles - In My Life
There is a woman a few tables down from me rocking her baby to the beat of Iron & Wine's "Such Great Heights" which is playing in my headphones. I love when the world pulses in tune with music, unknowingly. When windshield wipers swipe the windows in tempo to whatever it is you've got on the radio.
I think I've become somehow numb. I don't know what's changed but I have however recently realized how emotionally detached I am from other human beings. I've always sensed a strangeness in the way I interact with people, my method of acquiring and losing friends quickly. Falling into false love, allowing boys to love me. I've always known it likely isn't normal the way I never seem to miss a single soul. It's always in the back of my mind when I meet someone that they're going to be just like all the others and I'll forget the details of our particular little story. A string of odd romances, seemingly manufactured. The only word I can find to describe it is selfish.
It's suddenly hit me though. I think the spark was buried in a chapter of C.S Lewis' "Mere Christianity", The Great Sin.
"What makes a pretty girl spread misery wherever she goes by collecting admirers? Certainly not her sexual instinct: that kind of girl is quite often sexually frigid. It is pride."

Dumb blond.
& lily's sick, and she sneezes like a sprinkler.
got some cents?
- Music:the sea and cake
On their second, spontaneous road trip adventure, Brian, joined by Paul and his girlfriend Beth, meet a kindred spirit in a search for authentic BBQ, run directly into a gay pride parade, and explore one of the most fun and cool, yet simultaneously bizarre and creepy toy stores in the universe.
In the second-half of their impromptu road trip, Brian, Paul, and Beth get lunch at Habits Café, home of famous “potato rags”, as well as a bevy of bizarre burgers, like the Godzilla, ostrich, and more! Next the gang travels to an old-fashioned candy store. And to conclude the trip, a visit to The Fresh Market, where they’ll encounter all sorts of interesting edibles, interview an employee, and do some on-spot reviews!
More videos and misc. random acts of happiness:
http://www.reviewtheworld.com/

