Before landing on this page, you and I were only separated by a mere three degrees. Now we can be one on the web. That's not the definition of technological singularity but it should be.
With this tumblog, I promise kittens and balls of yarn for the kittens to play with. There will be some making out and a lot of hand-holding. I hope that when you are lonely and lost on the outmost corners of the interweb, you can come here and find yrself and feel the good vibrations. You are special and no one can touch that!
Your Pal Mal
The Benefits of Distraction and Overstimulation
I was curled up comfortably watching TV with one of my friends last night when I realized I hadn’t checked the internet in over five hours. OH SHIT. Blogs could have been created and destroyed in that amount of time— entire RSS’s moved and reconfigurated. I had to check to make sure things were still in place. During commercial break (because I may be addicted but at least am still polite) I asked to borrow the computer sitting temptingly in front of us on the coffee table and was met with a surprising, infuriating, baffling “nah.” … “Nah.” I flipped a shit— what did he expect me to do— sit there and simply enjoy his company? What is this, the 1800s? This was just adding insult to injury since the night before he caught me answering a text message mid-conversation and took my phone out of my hands, hiding it under the stoop we were sitting on for a full hour. I know, right?
Today he texted me this article. I got served.
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