Cats: srsly wut?

I recently expressed my longing to be able to communicate with cats. Some of you may already know about this. I've always subconsciously wanted to talk to cats, but I had an experience recently that really brought it to stand out in my mind. I was coaxing a passing by cat to come and sit on the couch with me so that I could experience the fury of brushing my hand through his/her fur whilst I was simultaneously entertained via the Intertrons. This cat looked at me with a very generic expression, but it was more or less the timing that made it seem like the cat was trying to say "WTF? Seriously?" It was about that time that I wanted to say "Ya, srsly. Get up here nao." but the cat was just like "Whatevs." and went about whatever business cats have to attend to. It's that very attitude--or rather, the assumption of that attitude--that I admire cats for.

Unfortunately, as you may have already guessed, no amount of admiration convinced the cat to join me on the couch. That's why I wish I could speak with them and be like "Dood, I won't eat you, I promise." and then the cat could be like "O, cool." and jump all up onto the couch next to me. Really I wouldn't be the only one benefiting from it. We'd both win.

Cats like being petted, right?

In Other News:

• Spore - lolol but also :'(
  
• Recording Studio - Going to go Czech it out tomorrow :D
  
• Career Development Fireside Note Taking - lolol (not very much amounts of 'helpful' though)
• Ladies - I'll never understand you . . .
  
• Death Note - Fun to watch a 2nd time even!
• Kickin' Cheddar Pringles - Grossville. If you like food that tastes good, don't buy and/or consume these.
  

Let me to take a break for a while to calm my nerves...

I'm really frustrated right now. I don't like the feeling, and there's nothing that could help me experience it like sewing does.

The reason I sew is because I like being able to customize things, particularly in the way of clothings (because of my exceeding height). Sewing is the natural choice for me. Unfortunately, it's the most complicated thing I've ever had to deal with. I live by the theory that 'close is good enough' but sewing is the exact opposite.

• "That's close enough to the edge..." No it's not. Now your shirt will fall apart.

• "Oh, this is a little shorter than that. Oh well, I'll just sew them together anyways. It worked last time." Well it won't work this time. The rules and applications of sewing are inconsistent.

• "Crap, well I guess I'll gather on the longer piece to make it shorter and then sew them together." NOT ALLOWED "WTF? Why not?" because you're terrible at sewing and don't actually know what you're doing.

• "Fine, I'll actually take in the sleeve so they're the same size." No you won't! You don't have the guts! "Heck yes I do!" Remember all those other times you failed? Do you really want to go through that again? "..." That's what I thought.

I hate everything.

No not really, it's just fun to say that. I still love video games, but now isn't the time for those. My dad just came home early because he lost his job and I'm definitely still wearing makeup...

Society Suckers

"It's the name of a song or something." ~Me

Society is a tricky game. Not hateful and immature like politics, but it requires a hefty amount of tact and prudence. I can only begin to see how people who actually take the time to think about it would consider it necessary. The concept of being sociable is planted into our minds at a very early age and only people who are bad at playing deem it unnecessary, but that's just because they don't like losing. I'm not talking about being sociably acceptable and practicing a sufficent amount of hygene, that should just come semi-naturally and be something everyone does for the sake of everyone else whether socializing or not. Seriously, when you sit at the back of the bus, I can smell you from the front, even when you don't say anything to anyone. Take a shower.

I just felt my heart beating on the left side of my body and I freaked out. I could've swore that little guy was on the other side of me...but I digress.

What was I saying? Oh right, society. In my endeavours to become more sociable [in accordance with my New Year's resolutions], I've found that there are a fair number of hoops to jump through in order to gain people's friendship or even pass an initial broad categorization into either 'freak' or 'okay-sort-of-person'. There's no formula for winning everyone over; different people have different prefrence in the sort of folk they will allow themselves or prefer to associate with. Something that earns you brownie points with one individual, might be the last straw with another individual, putting you in their 'freak' bin with that guy that doesn't shower.

Everyone can relate to everyone, even if it's something as simple as "Hey, you need food and nourishment to stay alive? ME TOO!" but how do you find things that you have in common? Well that's easy! First and foremost, you want to study your target. There are lots of things you can learn about an individual from simply hiding in the bushes and watching him or her, or even following your target home and rummaging through their garbage, although I wouldn't suggest either of these because those get you put in the 'psycho' bin automatically.

No, but seriously, before talking to an individual examine them (not in a noticable way, that's socially unacceptable for some reason). You can tell a lot about a person from the way they dress, the way they carry themselves, and if you can, artfully eavesdrop a conversation that they're actively a part of and see if you can't pull from it any common interests between you two. The more unsuspicious eavesdropping, the more you have to work with.

How did this turn into what it turned into? That's not what I initially meant to do. What has it turned into? A how-to on being social? No. Changing that now.

The point I was trying to come to, is that I sometimes find myself frustrated with the fact that I can't approach an individual and say "You seem interesting, I'd like to spend more time with you." without it seeming like a pickup line, especially when I'm talking to a dude. When I would like it to sound like a pickup line, it's just a little too anylitical for my style...maybe...

What's the point I'm trying to get across? What am I trying to say? I usually ask myself these questions after writing, but moreso this time than usual...

<== (Halp me get exposure plzkthx.)

Revisiting: Family Matters

As hard as this show worked to teach children of the world important morals and values, revisiting this popular television series ten years later has yielded surprisingly racist results.

As far as African-Americans go, they did quite a good job including a wide array of individuals with varying circumstances. Different intelligence levels, wealth and status are all different, and they all even have a diverse moral alignment. However, according to Family Matters, all white people have evil intents, intelligence levels always under par, either wealthy or middle-class, lack any sort of common courtesy, and under any and all circumstances should be made fun of for any of the above reasons. Not enough to really offend a white person on a conscious level, especially not back then, but enough to make me wonder.

Quite honestly, I didn't bother sitting down and watching all nine seasons of the show, so my observation may be a little heavy on one side. I'm not writing as a criticism, I'm writing because I'm bored. That's the only reason I ever write. Welcome to my blog.