We just took the stage in Anaheim for the last SUMMER SLAUGHTER date. If you couldn’t make it, we are playing a FREE SHOW in Fullerton, CA tomorrow night at THE SLIDE BAR. Only 200 wristbands will be given out - so show up there tomorrow and grab one! Stoked to play the smallest room we’ve played in years. Should be wild! (Taken with Instagram)
GOD DAMN IT WHY IS CALIFORNIA SO FAR AWAY
I would totally want this as a t-shirt if the artist had bothered to LOOK UP THE GOD DAMN ATOMIC NUMBERSSSSS
Fitocracy registration link: http://ftcy.me/AwjMZv
WHAT IS FITOCRACY? Some of you may have already heard of it, but I’m guessing most of you haven’t.
Fitocracy is a social network style website that allows you to record your daily exercise and EARN POINTS FOR IT. You can earn points by running, lifting weights, walking, and most other things you can think of (dancing, drumming…)
In addition to the points system, you can also complete QUESTS that others users set up, compete in DUELS with other users, or gain ACHIEVEMENTS for completing health feats. I just gained one for my average mile going under twelve minutes!
And really, you can be any level of fitness and have little to no motivation and the site might still be interesting to you. I’d highly suggest you all give it a try and register just a few things before dismissing it. I mean, I like it. It makes me feel better about myself. SO WHY NOT?
I bet I’d get at least 4x as much free shit from people I know if I had tits and a vagina.
YOU CAN’T TRUST THE SYSTEM, MAAAN.
After I tell a joke that’s particularly offensive, flirtatious, or other has the potential to be misinterpreted as not a joke, I usually go to the trouble to clarify. ”Nah, I’m just kidding.” Usually, my immediate mental response is “Why did you say that? They all knew you were kidding. Now you just seem stupid.”
For a few weeks now, I’ve been wondering why I do this. It recently became clear to me that there was, in fact, a reason for the behavior. One of my preferred methods of making funny is giving people shit. Of course, if you give people shit, you expect people to give you shit, and that’s what I like.
However, someone will occasionally say something that I can’t discern as a joke or as a pain-inducing insult. As someone who is constantly analyzing past situations, I find myself frequently thinking about situations like these, and usually they just make me feel bad.
You're get to set up an afterlife for you that you'd like, basically. Or for someone else, maybe. Though I'd prefer yours?
I dunno. I mean, I could say something typical like “I’d like an afterlife where I have an infinite number of women servants to do as I please,” but I have a feeling that’d get boring. As good as sex is, it’s not really important. There are definitely a good number of things that I rank higher than sex on my enjoyment scale.
That being said, I don’t really know what would keep me entertained ad infinatum(ooh look at me, I’m classy.) I subscribe to the model of happiness that is “you can’t experience happiness until you experience unhappiness.” I wish I remember who that came from. Maybe one of my followers from WRRD II remembers? But anyway, what I’m trying to say is that I don’t know how to construct a perfect afterlife. Maybe one where it’s “impossible to feel negative emotion.” If that’s possible, then I couldn’t care less what’s in said afterlife because all that matters is how I react to it.
But honestly, when it comes down to it, I’m fine with the afterlife that I believe is currently set up for me: nothingness. I mean, don’t get me wrong—the idea of no life after death isn’t comforting. But hey, if I don’t exist, I won’t have to deal with the fact that I don’t exist.
What's your ideal afterlife?
Are you asking what I think it is or what I’d like it to be? I’m not entirely sure what you mean by “ideal.”